Loose Morals

Chapter 1 by 1priority 1priority

I opened my eyes that day and the first thought that crossed my mind was not a comforting one. My bills were unpaid. Rent was due for the second time two weeks ago. My car insurance, cell phone, garbage bill, mechanic repairs, speeding ticket... all unpaid. I opened up my laptop and checked my credit union balance, but I already knew what I was going to see. I felt a sense of dread as I looked: $4.33. Twenty-six years old, and I still spend my money like it's an allowance from my father. I called him up.

"Julianne, I'm sorry. I'm tapped out, and won't have anything to give you for a while," he told me. "Come stay with me if you need time to get back on your--"

"It's alright, I'm not that far behind on my bills, and I have some stuff I need to sell that's valuable anyway," I lied. "I've got to go dad, I love you."

Everything of value I owned had been sold two months ago, and my dad is my only lean-to. At least I had enough for cigarettes. I slunk down beside my bed and stared at the wall for a good twenty minutes before I decided to go through with it. It wasn't like me at all. I stood up, looked down at my tits, bent my head around to look at my ample backside, and looked into the mirror.

I didn't say anything.

I took two painkillers and a birth control pill off my dresser, swallowed them and took a shower. My makeup was next and then I went to work picking my outfit. I knew I would have to show some skin for what I planned to do. I wore a skimpy white cotton bra, a tiny black spaghetti strap tank top that showed more of my tits than I am comfortable with, and a short brown miniskirt with small white panties underneath. The skirt was just long enough to bend over, just short enough to advertise to the men I would have to... deal with. I never dress like that, but I was , about to be repo'd or kicked out of my home.

I looked at myself in the mirror one more time before leaving, angry for being so irresponsible, feeling nervous, and also disgusted with myself for what I was scheming up. How much dick would I have to suck today? How much nasty cum would I have to get in my mouth? My bills were piled up. I didn't want to swallow any semen, but I knew that was probably unavoidable. Every guy wants a blowjob, and they all want you to swallow. I'm not exactly in a bargaining position.

I grabbed my keys and left to face the day when I looked out into the yard of my country house. It smelled terrible, and I knew why. The septic tank was overflowing into the lawn, because I didn't have the money to pay the shit pumper. It was disgusting. Fucking disgusting. Another problem to deal with, not to mention the lawn itself being a jungle. A jungle of sewage. How would I take care of all these problems with $4.33? About six miles down the road, I looked down at my clothes and cursed. Black and brown? What was I thinking? The two worst colors for cum stains to show on, on the day I'm offering fellatio to pay my bills. Not to mention brown and black probably don't go together well fashion-wise. My gas tank was pathetically low and I couldn't turn around to change or I wouldn't make it to town. I wanted to though, because I had second thoughts about being dressed like a slut. This was going to be humiliating.

What happens next?

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