Matt had finished his bourbon and was feeling amorous. It had been just over a month since his divorce and he had not yet gotten over his lost love. They were married for just over five years and she had fallen in love with another man. He paid for his drinks and stumbled out of the bar. Matt had heard of a brothel a couple blocks up the street and a few more over on Swygart. He had never done anything like that before but thought that it was worth the walk and the money. Matt began walking, getting less intoxicated by the movement and fresh air. He arrived on Swygart Street and began trying to figure out which house was the brothel.
He stared at a run-down looking tan house and staggered to the door. He tried the knob but the door was locked so he rang the doorbell. A young girl answered, curly reddish-brown hair, a face full of freckles, and wide green eyes. "Hi, my name is Matt and I'm looking for some fun," he slurred.
"Fun? What are you talking about? Are you looking for someone?" the girl asked.
"Who have you got?" Matt laughed.
"I think you have the wrong house, sir," the girl started closing the door.
"Wait," Matt put his hand on the door as it closed and looked right at the girl's face. "You look familiar. Are you related to Maggie Wray?" Matt asked.
"She's my mother. She's Maggie Jacobs now."
"I went to high school with Maggie. We even dated for awhile," Matt said. "How is she doing?"
"She'll be here soon. Do you want to wait and see her?" the girl invited Matt in. "Like I said, I'm Brittany, her daughter."
"She's okay with you doing this?" Matt muttered to himself, Brittany didn't hear him. "How is Maggie? I haven't seen her since she dumped my ass two months before graduation."
"She's fine. She's at work right now. She got married right after high school after getting pregnant with me."
"Wow. She's married?" Matt was shocked. "She didn't seem like the marrying type. You said she's at work? What does she do?"
"She works at a distribution center. My Dad works there too but he works different hours and usually works overtime."
"I loved Maggie. She was a very good girlfriend which is why I hated it when she broke up with me. I remember when our friends locked her in the trunk of a car. Oh, she got mad but she was a good sport. That's good. That's good. Well, let's get down to business," Matt said and scooted closer to Brittany.
"Business?"
"I've never done this before but I have $2,000 and will give you that if have sex with me," Matt said.
"$2,000?" Brittany was shocked. "That's a lot of money and we could really use that money. There are couple of bills and it'd be nice to not have to worry about rent but I don't know if I'm comfortable doing that. Plus, it's illegal."
"Is it because I know and used to date your mom?" Matt asked.
"No, it's not that. It's just...I'm 15. No one has ever asked me to have sex with them for money," Brittany revealed. "I'm not a prude and I am flattered but it's just really a shock."
"Wait. 15?" Matt was confused. "Then why are you working in a brothel?"
"Brothel? This is where I live. The brothel is two houses down."
"What?" Matt was still confused. "I propositioned a 15-year-old girl for sex in exchange for money?"
Brittany nodded her head.
Matt looked around the house seeing family photos of Maggie and Brittany along with her husband and baby. Actually paying attention, it was clear that this was a living room with a TV, furniture, and scattered toys and clothes and not some kind of sexual waiting room. "I've got to go," Matt stood up quickly. "I am so sorry about all of this. Please don't tell your mom."
"Wait. If you're willing, I am," Brittany said. "Again, we could use the money."
"I can't," Matt said. "It was illegal enough when I thought you were of age and a prostitute. I'm gonna go. Sorry I bothered you. Please don't tell your mom."
Matt left the house and began walking back the way he came until he was back on the main street. Matt debated on which way to go--back to the bar or just head home. Matt decided that he had already made one bad choice tonight and opted to go home.