Whitney's Way

"Gee that happens to every boy I get naked in front of," she said then stared until I couldn't hold back looking defeated. "Just joking." She put on her smock and I got to work.

"What disaster has befallen Cindy this time?" I asked as I sat massaging lotion into Whitney's feet while waiting for the water to come up to temperature. It was nothing against Cindy, I loved her. She was one of my few tethers to the outside world. Whitney had me so busy around the house I rarely got out to see anyone. But Cindy's life was scraping along bottom going from one disaster to the next.

"About a week ago, a regional boss for QuickMart visited during her midnight shift," Whitney said. "They hit it off and he plain asked her to meet him at the hotel."

"She cheated on Jeff?" I asked before placing my wife's feet into the water.

"Not exactly," Whitney answered. She laid her head back to let me know she wanted me to get the facial mask. "He offered her $200. She kept saying 'no' until he got up to $500."

I kept quiet preparing the mask and cutting up a cucumber.

"That's mean," Whitney said. "Cindy always had a great body and with your help, she could learn to do make-up and her hair. You could be her trainer."

"Why am I involved? So she's a...a call girl now?"

The whole thing sounded suspicious. Whitney was being far too casual about her best friend turning into a hooker. Besides, I didn't have time for yet another chore.

While I applied the mask Whitney explained that the guy didn't make it out to be something bad. He kept telling Cindy he lived a life on the road and was lonely all the time. He wanted to be with a good person. If he'd been dating her he'd spend money so this was no different. It took Cindy twenty minutes to make the same money as she makes in two weeks risking her life on midnight shift. "...And the guy got her off. She said it was the first time that happened in a long time."