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  Taken As Payment – Lost Innocence

  by Morgan Taylor

  Copyright © 2012

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.

  Sarah’s dad died when she was very young, which would be a burden on any child for sure, but what was even worse for Sarah was that her mother was very sickly. As Sarah had grown up living with her mother alone, she would often have to fend for herself as well as care for her ailing mother. She still managed to do well in school despite struggling to help her mother and herself survive. When she grew even older things did not come any easier. When Sarah turned twenty, her mother took a turn for the worse. When her mother was at her worse, Sarah would have to take off from work to care for her mother so that she would not be left all alone in this cold and cruel world. Unfortunately for Sarah, most jobs did not put up with her being late, leaving early, or just plain not showing up for work in order to care for her sickly mother. She could never keep a job for more than a few months which was hell on them both.

  She was never able to get any sort of health insurance whatsoever and Sarah was soon finding herself at her wits end. She needed help, or at the very least a caring boss who would allow her to take extra vacation time to care for her poor mother. Sarah was recently fired but managed to find a new job relatively quickly which was about the only bit of good luck she had had recently. She was now working as a receptionist at a large retail chain that paid decent money, but still not enough so that Sarah did not need more assistance with her sick mother. She could barely keep the hospital bills paid and knew she needed an at home nurse but just could not afford it. This always led to Sarah taking more time off and she knew that if this continued she would eventually lose this job as well.

  What made it more difficult this time around was Sarah’s new boss, Mr. Anderson. He was kind of a jerk and was very intimidating to be around. Sarah had saw the man fire some of her coworkers for far less than missing a little time. She was always afraid to ask him for time off and knew that she would have to eventually. Her mother’s health did not stay balanced very long and sooner or later she would need to ask for time off. She hoped that an emergency never rose, because she was sure that with the added stress, she just would not be able to face Mr. Anderson. She had a feeling that he would not give her time off even in the most extreme cases.

  As par Sarah’s course, her mother was getting steadily worse. She knew that she would have to face her boss, Mr. Anderson sooner rather than later now. She really did not want to talk to the man, but she was not in any position to argue. Her mother needed proper care and she was the only one that could make sure she had gotten it since they had so little money and no real health insurance to speak of. Sarah had to suck it up and finally went into Mr. Anderson’s office. His office was a great reflection of the man who had used it. It was dark and cold with many intimidating papers attached to his walls explaining what could get you fired from the company.

  “Can I help you, Sarah?” he had asked her without looking up from his paper work.

  “Uh… Good afternoon Mr. Anderson,” she had said with a mousy little voice “I had a question I wanted to ask you.”

  “Well, get on with it, I do not have all day,” he had said still not looking up from his desk.

  “Well… Mr. Anderson… It is about my mother,” she had said.

  “Your mother?” he had asked “What the hell does your mother have to do with me?”

  “Nothing, I mean,” she had stammered, already getting flustered talking to her boss “I mean I have to take care of her and…”

  “So take care of her,” Mr. Anderson had said.

  “Well, I can’t because I am always here,” Sarah had said “I was wondering if I could have some more time off to take care of her…”

  “What?” he had finally looked up from the desk.

  “And I was also wondering if I could have a loan,” Sarah had peeped “so that I can afford proper hospital care for my mother.”

  Mr. Anderson leaned back in his chair and stared at Sarah long and hard.

  “Let me get this straight, Sarah,” Mr. Anderson had said “you want me to give you more vacation time and a loan for more money?”

  “It… It would help me tremendously,” she had said, looking away from Mr. Anderson’s gaze.

  “You have not even been here long enough to accumulate any vacation time, have you?” Mr. Anderson had asked.

  Sarah still did not return his gaze. She shook her head slowly.

  “You are asking me for quite a lot, aren’t you, Sarah?” Mr. Anderson had asked.

  “I know I am, Mr. Anderson, and I am very sorry,” she had said “but I really need the help if you could spare it.”

  “Maybe I can and maybe I can’t,” Mr. Anderson had said, folding his arms across his chest.

  “Please if there was anything I could do to convince you,” she had said, finally meeting his gaze.

  Mr. Anderson flashed an evil smile.

  “You know, Sarah, you have just given me a splendid idea,” he had said “I will help you if you will help me.”

  “I will do the best I can,” she had said timidly.

  “You sure will,” Mr. Anderson had said with an evil smile.

  Sarah looked uneasy as well she should be.

  “I will give you everything and anything that you need if…” he had paused to drive home the point “you become my little sex mistress for as long as you work with me.”

  Sarah could hardly believe what she had heard. For a moment she had thought she was dreaming.

  “Excuse me…?” she had asked timidly.

  “You heard me loud and clear, girl,” Mr. Anderson had said “I will let you go home for the rest of the day to care for your mother and think about my little proposition. Come back to my office tomorrow afternoon with your answer, do I make myself clear, Sarah?”

  She looked even more uneasy now.

  “Yes… ahem… yes sir,” she had said with a peep.

  Sarah left Mr. Anderson’s office after that and closed the door behind her. On the bus ride home she could not fathom what sleeping with some twisted individual like Mr. Anderson would be like. In reality she would not know what sleeping with anyone would be like. Sarah was a virgin, never doing more than kissing a boy in grade school. She had no time for relationships with all her working and caring for her sick mother. Sarah could have had a boyfriend easily, however, as she was quite good looking. She had a great body kept in shape from the constant movement of her daily life. She had fantastic legs and a great ass. Her breasts were a little on the small side but still very nice.

  She wore her dark brown hair short, in a kind of a bob cut. Her eyes were a pretty blue and she had a pretty yet pale face. Her nose was small and button like, very cute and made her appear younger than she was. She was a slender girl who was always shy, which was probably her only fault. She was such a sweet girl, Sarah was. She did not know what she was going to do about her current predicament. She supposed she would have to do it for her mother’s sake. She could never tell her though, the thought of her perfect daughter sleeping with her boss to help her would drive her to the grave in no time at all.

  Sarah sighed, staring out the bus window at the buildings going past. It was nothing to worry about at this moment, anyway. She would just wait until tomorrow to worry about such things. Sarah would do anything for her
mother, just to keep her happy and as healthy as she could. When she had gotten home, she greeted her mother who was still in bed. She made her some soup to eat, praying she would be able to keep it down while she napped the afternoon away. Later that night she made dinner for the two of them and her mother was actually feeling good enough to sit with her at the kitchen table to eat it with her.

  “I think things are going to turn around for the better, mom,” Sarah had told her.

  “Oh yeah, why is that?” her mother had asked between coughs.

  “I am… going to get a promotion tomorrow,” she had said “more than likely anyway.”

  “A promotion? So soon?” her mom had asked with a smile “That is my girl! You must be doing a great job down there.”

  “I like to think so,” she had smiled uneasily “it will be… hard work… but it will mean more money and more time at home with you.”

  “Oh sweetie, you worry about me far too much, you know that,” her mother had said, giving Sarah a big hug.

  “I do not worry about you enough, mom,” she had said with a sad smile on her face.

  “Do not give me that,” she had said “if you get more time off you should spend it living your life, maybe get yourself a boyfriend or something.”

  “I will never have time for that,” Sarah had said “and I do not really care. You are what is most important to me.

  “Oh, Sarah, you will get time someday,” her mother had said “perhaps sooner rather than later.”

  “I do not want to hear you talk like that, mom,” Sarah had said angrily.

  “You are right, I am sorry,” she had said “let us go back to being happy, okay?”

  “I can live with that, mom,” she had smiled a little less sadly now.

  Sarah had a hard time sleeping that night, wondering what Mr. Anderson was going to say and do when she agreed to be his mistress. She had never even saw a drawing of a naked man before, she had wondered if they all looked the same more or less. It was not as if her family was overly religious or anything, Sarah just never had time for such things. She was never given an opportunity to learn, always going to public schools where sometimes some kids just were not taught all the ins and outs of things, so to speak. Sarah had wondered if that had meant Mr. Anderson had been attracted to her then, since he had wanted her as a mistress. That was kind of nice in a creepy way. At least someone had thought she was pretty.

  Sarah always had low self esteem and never thought anyone would be interested in her romantically since she became an adult. She did not mind because she had known that there was no time for such nonsense for her anyway. She sighed and tossed and turned in her small bed. It was so uncomfortable in her bed, which was little more than a twin mattress laying on the floor. Her mother had a real bed, but she had needed it. Her mother would ask and even sometimes beg Sarah to sleep in the bed with her, but Sarah just could not do it. In a sense she was afraid of her mother, the constant threat of death always lingering over the poor woman. Sarah would never sleep again if she woke up laying next to her dead mother.

  She never told her mom that that was the reason for her not sleeping in the same bed as her. She usually used the excuse that it would be too hot for both of them crammed in the same small bed. Although it was off the floor unlike Sarah’s own bed, her mother’s bed had still been small. Sleep eventually came to Sarah, despite her discomfort and worries. She would have whole new things to worry about in the afternoon to come.

  When she woke the next morning she fed her mother and was soon off to work. As usual she was running a little late but as long as she did not miss the bus, things would be okay. She was soon dressed and out the door. It was not until she was stepping onto the bus which she would have missed if she was but a second later that she had realized she had forgotten her lunch. She cursed herself and dreaded the long day ahead. She had no spare change to go at the vending machines in the lobby of her work. Sarah did not feel like asking anyone for their spare change so that she could eat. Everyone at work had already thought Sarah as poor. Although it may have been true, she still did not enjoy people thinking such things about her. Sarah sighed as the bus pulled to a stop near her building and she got out.

  The morning felt as if it had gone on forever. This was due to Sarah dreading the meeting with Mr. Anderson and the fact that she was very hungry now. Mr. Anderson would be out of his office until after lunch. It had felt as if fate was torturing Sarah just for the fun of it. When the time finally did come around, her thoughts started racing and Sarah started getting more and more nervous. Her shaken nerves did not help her empty stomach and she felt as if she were going to be sick. She had to suck it up, however, she could not afford to get sick now. When she had seen that Mr. Anderson was finally back in his office, she went over and put her hand on his door. She paused unexpectedly, realizing just now what she was going to agree to do. She had to do it, she had reminded herself. It was for her mother after all. How bad could it be, anyway? Even if Mr. Anderson was an asshole, she had often heard her coworkers talking about how much they had enjoyed sex. Sarah took a deep breath and finally went inside of Mr. Anderson’s office. He was sitting at his desk, messing with files. He glanced up, saw it was Sarah, and then looked back down to his papers.

  “Sarah, did you help your mother out yesterday?” he had asked.

  “Yes, I did,” she had said sheepishly “thank you for letting me go home early.”

  “It is not something I would let just anyone do now, girl,” Mr. Anderson had said, flipping through more of his papers.

  “I… I understand that, Mr. Anderson,” she had said, starting to look down at her feet.

  “So did you think about our little agreement,” Mr. Anderson had asked.

  “Yes… Yes I did,” she had said with a small peep.

  “So what do you say,” Mr. Anderson had asked as he looked over more papers.

  “I will do it,” she had said.

  “That is great…” he had said, not really taking in what he was hearing right away “that is just… wait… You will?”

  “Yes,” she had said with a sigh “I will do whatever it takes to better help my mother. If that means being your… being your mistress, then so be it.”

  Mr. Anderson finally looked up from his papers. He removed his glasses and sat them down on his desk. He clearly did not think that this shy girl would really become his little sex toy for a loan and extra vacation time. He was just jerking the girl around, trying to get a rise out of her and scare her straight. He did not think that this cute, shy and unassuming young lady would ever succumb to his perverted fantasies. At first Mr. Anderson was taken aback and then he quickly realized just what a jackpot he had accidently found himself in. Sarah was very cute, far out of his league anyway. She was way hotter than his wife had ever been, and he certainly was not getting any from her these days anyway. He did not expect that he would really have to pay up on his end of the bargain for Sarah, never believing she would take it.

  It would be well worth it, however. What was a few dollars and some under the table vacation time if it meant he got to have sex with such a good looking and innocent young lady? Yes, Mr. Anderson had suddenly found himself quite the lucky man indeed. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. A smile crept across Mr. Anderson’s face. He licked his lips and narrowed his eyes at Sarah.

  “So you will do it, eh?” he had asked, almost chuckling.

  “Yes, sir, Mr. Anderson,” she had said, looking back down at her feet.

  He loved how shy she had been. She was going to be a lot of fun to fool with.

  “That is good news,” he had said “now obviously, this will have to remain between us.”

  “Obviously,” she had said “I would also rather not anyone know.”

  “Good, good,” he had said.

  “Uh… Mr. Anderson, I do have one… problem, however,” she had said.

  “What problem is that, Sarah?” he had asked, thinking that maybe
she was going to back out after all.

  “It is just that… It is just… I am… I am a virgin, you see,” she had said with a blush growing over her face “I do not know how good of a… of a mistress I will be.”

  “Oh is that all?” he had said with an evil smile “Do not worry about that. I will teach you everything you need to know.”

  That did not necessarily make Sarah feel much better about what was going to happen. Suddenly a hunger pang shot through her stomach with an exceptionally loud gurgle.

  “Oh, excuse me,” she had said with a blush.

  “Did you eat lunch?” he had asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “I… I forgot my lunch,” she had said, even more embarrassed now, after all, what kind of adult forgets their lunch and not have any money to get something on the go?

  “That is unfortunate,” Mr. Anderson had said, and then he had an idea.

  He reached into his desk drawer and produced two bananas. He sat them on his desk.

  “My doctor wants me to eat more potassium,” he had said “but I think I can spare a couple of these.”

  “Oh, thank you, Mr. Anderson,” Sarah had said.

  “Do not thank me just yet,” he had said with a sinister grin “this is going to be the first act as my mistress. Please have a seat.”

  Sarah was confused. What the hell could Mr. Anderson have her do while she was eating?

  “I want you to eat those two bananas right here,” he had said “but do it slowly.”

  Sarah raised an eyebrow and shrugged her shoulders. She picked up the first banana and peeled its skin back. She took a nibble out of the tip.

  “No, no,” Mr. Anderson had said while shaking his head “put more in your mouth.”

  Sarah did as he commanded, sliding more of the banana into her mouth.

  “Suck on it, do not bite it,” he had said.

  Sarah felt confused, but still did as Mr. Anderson had asked. Her lips closed around the phallic fruit and she started to suck on it. After a moment it broke off in her mouth and she had no choice but to consume it.