An Indecent Proposal

"Wh-why don't you stay?"

"Grace, this is your night. You gathered your nerve and you went out and did this. You spent the money. You deserve to have your night. I never meant to ruin it. I'll get out of your hair. I'll be just out here if you need me."

"You wouldn't ruin it. Andy..." She stares deeply into your eyes. "...why don't you stay...with us?" She gazes ever deeper. "Stay with us, please?"

"Grace?"

She clears her throat. "Fantasia...um...if I doubled what I...uh..."

Fantasia was on Grace's wavelength a step faster than you. "Yeah, I'll sleep with your brother Gracey. Seems like a nice guy, wish my brother looked out for me like him. Besides, he's handsome enough...for a white guy." She winks at you.

"Wait a minute!"

Grace smiles at her hired girl. "Thank you." She looks back to you. "How about it Andy? A free night with a woman, my treat." She giggles. "Call it an early Christmas present."

"Grace, have you completely lost your mind?"

Her face flinches at the insult, her cheeks were as rosy with blush as yours must be at the moment. "Andy...I told you this was for research. I never considered having both a man and a woman here but...it's...a real opportunity. It's...perfect."

"Mother of God! You are my sister Grace!"

She snorts and her face twists...quite adorably. "I'm not talking about a threesome! You and HER you big oaf!" She slaps your arm lightly. "And maybe her and...I sometimes. I just...want to...watch...listen...ask questions...I want to feel the energy in the room. I won't get to experience everything but...close enough." She grips your forearm. "Please Andy, please. You get to have some fun, I get what I want...why not? You don't have girlfriend right now. I know you use call girls sometimes. We're all consenting adults here. Why not?"

"Yeah Andy. Why not?" Fantasia chirps in. "Don't you wet your wick in colored girls?"

"Oh my god." You run your thick hand down your face.

Grace keeps pressing. "You do this for me...and I promise. No more prostitutes. I won't bring strange men home. Give me one night...one night of amazing memories...it's all I'll need." She looks down toward the floor then back up at you again. "That night...we slept in the same bed...the feel of your body sleeping at my side...the sound of your breathing...the warmth of your skin...the smell of your sweat and the soap you had showered with...I've written it a hundred times a hundred different ways. I can do a lot with a little. Just one night will give me...years of inspiration."

You are momentarily struck speechless. You had no idea that night had meant so much to her.

"Come on big guy." Fantasia says, not wanting to miss a chance to double her income for the night. "I won't bite...unless you ask."

"I can't...do this with you in the room." You protest to Grace. "It's...twisted. I don't know if I could even perform with an audience...especially you!"

"Please? At least try? I can't tell you how valuable this would be for me." Grace pleads. "We're all stuck here anyway. I swear I won't breath a word of this after tonight. Pleeease?"

God, that's just the way she used to beg you to drive her to the library before she got her license.

"No!" You say firmly.

Her shoulders slump and her face falls. Her plump bottom lip sticks out in a sad little pout. If there was one thing in this world you couldn't handle it was disappointing your little sister.

"Ohhhh geez." You groan. "Fine. I'll do it."

You KNEW this was fucked up, but something about this was very...alluring. A new forbidden fruit just hanging there waiting to be plucked and tasted. Having sex as your little sister watched...watching her with another woman...you were trying to deny it but these thoughts lit fires inside of you. The very reasons why you ought to have been running for your truck kept you rooted to the spot.

"Ha ha!" Fantasia hoots. "Now we're talkin. You won't regret it."

You turn her direction and point. "Hold on a second. I want to see some ID."

She is taken aback. "I'm old enough!"

"Yeah, but I want to be sure."

"Naw man, I'm old enough."

You give her a long stern look. You could see the facade of her false confidence ebb away. Again you note, this was not an experienced girl. How in the hell had her pimp allowed a new girl to take a job like this in the first place? Did she even have a pimp? After seeing you weren't kidding she finally relents. She rummages through her big coat and pulls out a handbag. She produces a driver's license and hands it over. You give it a good look and discover she was indeed of age, 21 years old as a matter of fact. "Thank you. Chantal, pretty name."

She snatches the ID back and jams it back into her purse. "Thanks...Andrew."

"Why don't you go shower. Wash that make up off. It's not doing a thing for me."

She tosses the handbag back onto the chair with her jacket. "You're the client." Without another word she struts to the washroom and, without closing the door behind her, begins to undress. "Wanna join me big guy? You smell like your truck."

"I'll go after." You call back.

Grace's eyes widen and she covers her mouth in surprise as Chantal tosses her shirt to the floor revealing her lean shapely mahogany brown back and shoulders. Things were about to get real.

"You sure about this Sis?" You says softly. "I don't want to mess anything up between us."

She smiles warmly. "This won't change anything, I promise. I can't thank you enough Andy. You're the best big brother ever." She steps forward and hugs you tight. "Thank you for understanding."

You wrap your arms around your diminutive sister and kiss the top of her head. "Love ya Grace."

"I love you Andy."