Chapter 0118


    Janeen seats me at the kitchen table while she fixes us both another drink. When she slides into the


    seat across from me, her face is gentler and more considerate than it was before. I sigh, grateful for it –


    Janeen has always teased me, and I don’t really care about that, but this is the big sister I came to see.


    The one who I know has my back through anything.


    “Fay,” she starts gently. “Does this contract make you feel like a whore?”


    “Um,” I hesitate, awkward, but really considering her question. “I guess…that was my knee jerk


    reaction? That he was asking me to be his whore, to pay me for sex?”


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    “And would that be a…bad thing?” she asks carefully, her hands wrapped around her drink. “To be paid


    for sex?”


    I blush as I look away from my sister, realizing that I might have done something very wrong here. I


    mean, my sister doesn’t get paid to have sex with people – at least, I don’t think she does – but she’s


    certainly in an industry that has no shame about taking men’s money in exchange for turning them on.


    “It’s okay, Fay,” Janeen encourages me softly. “You can tell me what you think, you won’t hurt my


    feelings.”


    “Well,” I reply, turning back to her. “I guess – no, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. I don’t have any problem


    with sex work, as long as women are respected when they do it and aren’t exploited. I’m just not sure


    that it’s something I’ve ever imagined myself doing.” I look down at my drink, feeling a little ashamed


    and not quite knowing why.


    “To begin,” Janeen deres, her voice soft, “I don’t think that this is sex work. I don’t think Kent is


    asking you to be a hooker. That’s a much more defined arrangement – sex exclusively in exchange for


    money. This contract,” she says, pointing at it, “actually doesn’t say anything about sex.”


    “It doesn’t?” I sit up and look towards it suddenly, curious. I mean, I hadn’t read it closely, but…


    “No, Fay,” Janeen says quietly. “What he seems to be asking you for here is discretion. It sounds like


    he wants to be involved with you, romantically and sexually, but he wants to control the terms and he’d


    like you not to b to the press or his enemies about it. And in exchange for your discretion, he’d like


    to give you, well,” sheughs a little here, running a hand through her hair as she stares at the number


    on the page, “a ridiculous amount of money. Like seriously, Fay, if you turn this down ask him if he’s


    interested in me because I would take half of this amount to –“


    “Janeen,” I scold, frowning at her and snatching the contract away.


    “Amongst other things,” I murmur, ring at her, and sheughs, taking a swig and returning her ss


    to the table.