Balancing the Columns

Jenny slept on as you finished your breakfast and set about cleaning up the flat a little. Lying there naked and drooling as you bustled around that oh-so confined living space. You could not escape the urge to glance at her smooth, toned legs. Her panty-clad ass and leant upon chest-pillows. Under your own thigh-length dress, an embarrassing swelling just kept reappearing. Threatening you with unladylike urges to stand over her, watching. What would she do, if she woke up to find you stood there playing with yourself? The terrible thing was… you doubted she would mind at all. Meaning such an **** of trust and dignity was held back only by your own sense of will and respect.

Eventually, you couldn’t stand it any longer. The chores had ran out. The only choice you had left was to take yourself away somewhere to cool off. You tiptoed down the stairs into Skeg’s shop, not quite sure what you were expecting to do when you got there.

“Well g’morning, little missy!” Came a friendly call, almost immediately. “I wuz wonderin’ when you or your step-sister might make a showing…”

The ugly, old creep was stood behind his counter, working on some complicated-looking piece of machinery splayed out in front of him. You had never actually seen him do anything towards the running of his business before… so the sight of him with spectacles on the end of his nose and a tiny screwdriver in hand put you slightly more at ease. Surely he was less likely to do anything awful while the shop was open and he was busy.

“Why don’t you come over ‘ere and I’ll show you how the till works, now that we’ve got the chance… If’n you intend to keep helping out, now an’ then?”

This encouraged you even more. While you were still not entirely happy about being left down here while he and his friends fucked your step-sister all day… If it was going to happen, you’d at least prefer to know what on earth you were supposed to be doing! Besides, some small part of you was missing the chance to learn something new every day. School might’ve been hell… but studying you had actually always enjoyed.

The morning passed quite quickly and was actually surprisingly fun. Skeg was actually a laidback and patient teacher, whose only fault really was a blatant habit of ogling your slender body whenever the opportunity arose. He was clearly impressed by how fast you picked up the operations of the shop, from selling the various parts and tools that lined the walls to locating and signing out the larger bits of equipment stored in the garage and yard out back. You got quite used to him sliding a hand down to squeeze one or another of your asscheeks while this was going on… and eventually just stopped bothering to bat it away. This brought a slyly content grin to his face as he watched you juggle with the unevenly-scrawled numbers in one of his log-books, groping away at those peachy lumps to his heart’s content.

“You really like to get things square an’ balanced, don’tcha?” He asked, watching as you painstakingly wrote out the whole page again in an attempt to make sense of it.

You nodded through a mouthful of pencil, running a ruler down the tables of figures.

“‘S just, that surprises me an’ all… Considerin’ how unfair you’ve bin being with your step-sister…”

This drew your attention, earning a confused and horrified glance up at the man. You would never! How had you possibly been treating her unfairly?!

Skeg grinned sheepishly, holding up his hands in the universal sign of ‘I’m just saying…’

“D’ya know how much it costs to rent even a shitty, little apartment these days…? Not to mention bills and food an’ all that. D’ya know how much that squares out to in blowjobs and pussy-poundin’s, round about?”

You screwed up your face into a scowl at hearing the ‘deal’ laid out so frankly like that… but had to admit: You actually had no idea what the relative worth of either of those equations were. You had never really had to pay for anything in your life.

“Some people pay a small fortune for… professional escorts and stuff…” You offered, remembering some overheard, boasting gutter talk from the locker room back at school.

“Not round ‘ere they don’t…” Skeg countered, leering grin intensifying. “Half the ladies down this road’d suck my cock for twenty bucks.”

You were pretty sure that was an exaggeration… In fact you wouldn’t be surprised if even the most **** prostitute would raise her prices for going anywhere near this particular gap-toothed specimen. But… he was right, you had seen two strangers going at it like rabbits in an alleyway, even as your cab had just arrived in this neighbourhood. Things were certainly different here.

“I’m just saying… you’ve left her a lot of work ahead of her, just to keep yous two safe… a lot of work for one young lady to do by herself, on her knees…”