Love & Money

By Jacky Lang

Bookish but beautiful redhead Erin leaves college with a mountain of debts she cannot pay. She joins other co-eds in a daring new career at "the mansion" where she sells her virginity to pay the bills. Has she made a terrible mistake, or will she find real love through the world's oldest profession?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jacky Lang
• Release date: Jul 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476413860

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Love & Money

By

Jacky Lang

An erotic novella about a woman who uses her body to pay her debts and gain control over her life

Love & Money

© 2012 Jacky Lang

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Table of contents

Prologue

Creative Financing

Moving In

No Secrets

Novel Thrills

Hype vs. Reality

Darkness

Inner Fires

Bargaining

Homecoming

Storybook Ending

Prologue

It’s no secret that men will pay for sex. Greta dressed like a fashion executive but held the attention of a room like a drill sergeant.

They will pay extra she continued, for sex with a woman they deem beautiful, or for a woman who will do what their wife or girlfriend won’t do. She smiled like this was elementary school knowledge.

The most important thing to realize is that a man will pay an obscene amount for a woman who is not only beautiful and beyond him sexually, but able to make it seem like she is NOT in it for the money. We were all taking notes; it was like being back on campus.

The woman who can give the impression of being in love, or in lust, and then walk away without tears or attachment is in a position to make a lot of money, and gain a lot of power. This is what you are here to learn.

Creative Financing

The day I crossed the stage to get my business degree was more than an educational milestone. It was the start of a journey that would lead me away from textbooks and theory into the depths of human desire. It never occurred to me that my super practical degree in business management would not land me a decent job. It never occurred to me that my $45,000 of student loan debt would become a millstone around my neck. I never dreamed my super health conscious parents would both become gravely ill within months of each other. I really expected life to be different…easier…more predictable, like the textbooks I’d spent the last few years reading. Boy was I wrong.

It had been eight months since graduation and I was still living in my parents’ house. Not that this was unusual, the economy had driven many of my classmates to the same situation. But I had assumed my good grades and my marketable degree would land me a job sooner rather than later. We were lucky, my family. My parents had both had good careers and health insurance. However, they still worried that their illnesses, and the uncovered expenses of nursing and hospice care, would catch up to them before I could get my career and my life started. Okay, maybe we weren’t so lucky. I was an only child and both parents were sick with serious diseases. I kept a part-time job at a coffee house because it was all I could find, and they kept a positive attitude.

The correspondence was flying. I was emailing and in some cases snail mailing resumes right and left, and working the social media thing like mad. The reminders from the student loan people and the hospital were pouring in. I knew it was just a matter of months before these reminders turned to piles of bills and then angry collection notices unless something changed, and fast. The coffee shop was near campus, so I could still spend free time in the library and see a few old friends, at least those who had not had to leave town for work or housing. It was on one of these library break lunches that I saw the notice.

Pay off your college loans and meet interesting people—Delicious and Discreet

There was a web link and phone number. I jotted them both down, knowing I’d prefer the anonymity of doing my first inquiry on the web. I walked over to the bank of computers and after looking over my shoulder about a million times, typed in the address. The website looked like a regular business. It was very professional but at the same time very vague. The only real details were on the apply for a position page.

Really, I knew escort was code for high end call girl, but I had no idea that the screening process would be so stringent and well, professional. There was an online application that asked for details about health, schooling and previous jobs. If you made it past the first step the company promised to mail you a more lengthy paper application for you to fill out and return. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the worried look I saw on my mom’s face that morning when she caught me hiding bills in the pile of mail. Or maybe it was the pent up effect of spending all of my college years holed up in the library—dateless—I started clicking through the screens and filing in my information.

Days passed and nothing happened, so I chalked it up to stupidity and forgot the whole thing. I started plowing through the local want ads with new energy. If I couldn’t find a real job then perhaps I could pick up some other type of part-time work to bring in a few more dollars. I dreaded the thought of my parents getting sicker as the loan collectors began calling day and night. I’d read enough stories and talked to enough classmates to know that once they started coming the calls would go on from early morning to late night every day until I paid up. As I thought about it, my stomach began to churn.

I plopped down at the kitchen table one morning, want ads in hand, and saw my mom smiling at me from across the table.

Looks like all those resumes paid off, honey. She pushed a big, brown envelope toward me. The return address said D and D Marketing. Immediately I realized I had not applied for a job at any such company but the name sounded vaguely familiar. I opened it up and sure enough inside was a lengthy questionnaire from the escort site.

Well? My mom looked hopeful. I swallowed hard.

It’s a packet for a second interview. I better go get to work on it. I ran out of the kitchen and up to my room. I threw the bundle of papers on my bed and just stared at it—daring it to be real.

The amount of information they wanted was staggering. I’d have to provide them with information from a doctor including routine insurance exam kind of stuff plus a complete screening for sexually transmitted infections. I sighed. My boring bookworm lifestyle had spared me something at least. Then there were pages of questions about my hobbies and interests. How any of this stuff mattered to a service that was simply selling sex to rich men escaped me.

It took me two weeks to gather up all the documents they wanted and mail the packet back. Truthfully, it only took about one week to get all the information but it took another few days to make myself open my fingers and let the envelope slide into the box for outgoing mail. When I heard it clunk onto the bottom of the box I immediately felt a wave of regret wash over me. The deed was done; now I had to live with the consequences.

I tried to forget about the job application, but every time my cell phone buzzed I jumped out of my skin. Had I lost my mind? I was sitting around hoping someone would call me to offer me a job as a hooker! Yes, I decided I had totally lost my marbles. Then I would catch a glimpse of mom’s home health aide or the stack of canned rejection letters for more legitimate jobs that I insisted on saving, and I would rethink my logic. I needed a monetary miracle and this seemed like the most likely avenue to find one.

A few weeks later as I was zoned-out in the coffee shop I got a call. Until that moment I never realized what people meant when they said someone had a sultry voice.

Hello, this is Greta the CEO of D and D, and I’d like to have you come by for a personal interview.

I tried not to sound terrified as I confirmed the date and time. Greta seemed cool, detached and professional but at the same time reassuring. It was as if she felt my queasiness through the phone and wanted to help me overcome it. I had two days to prepare, and I did what all panicked job candidates do. I bought a new outfit I couldn’t afford.

Driving out for my interview was the most surreal experience I’d had—up to that point—little did I know that the moment would pale compared to the rest of my time working with Greta. She met me at the door of a huge mansion that was so far off the main road that I’d never noticed it. I guessed perhaps that was the point. It was the kind of place that obviously had a staff but it seemed that everyone was out at the moment. I looked around with big, round-eyed curiosity.

Don’t be overly impressed. It’s just a very fancy dormitory really. Greta could see me drinking in the beautiful décor. She confirmed what I had sort of guessed. For first interviews she always spoke to new potential