EXTRACT FOR
The MILF Maid
(Laura Lovecraft)

"You want me to have sex with your boy?"



"Yes," he answered with no hesitation. 



"I like young men, but the key word being man."



"He's eighteen."



"He's never had sex with anything other than his hand." Beth pointed out. "I don't want to be his first, it wouldn't be right. He'll never see me again."



"That's what I want. Just sex, down the line he'll find someone to care about, but for now he needs to get over being shy and gain some confidence."



"Sorry, I can't. 



"You cleaned his room, right? The tissues, the lube?" Without waiting for an answer, he went on. "I was his age and remember the days the sheet rubbing on me could get me going. But Benny is past that, he's a chronic masturbater."



"TMI, please."



"He's obsessed with porn and seeing it's all milf stuff you'd be perfect!"



"He's too young."



"I can't believe in a hotel full of sex workers posing as maids, I'd find the one who would say no."



"Sorry."



"Alright," he nodded. "It's too bad, you'd really be helping him out for when he goes off to school. Young girls can be cruel, they find out he's a virgin he'll get teased and might embarrass himself during his first time, maybe freeze up and not be able to do it."



"Guess you'll have to hope for the best."



"Then it's all over the school and social media and he already has confidence issues with girls. That would be devastating, and he's such a good kid." He sighed. "But I guess you're right, its sleazy and a lot to ask someone to do."



"Not here it's not, but I'm not the person for it."



"Understood." He extended his hand to her. "Nice meeting you, Beth."



She took his hand, and he pressed something into her palm.



"No," she said when she looked down and saw a room key with several hundred-dollar bills folded around it. "I can't take this."



"The money is yours to keep," he backed away with his hands up. "Whether you earn it or consider it compensation for my wife's rude behavior, is up to you."



He put his back to her and walked away. Beth looked back at the roll of hundreds in her hand. There had to be at least a thousand dollars. 



"Ben," she followed him. "I..."



"Maybe its best if you don't." he had reached the elevator and was stepping into it. "After all," he spoke as the door began to close between them. "Just think how pissed his mother would be." 



The door closed leaving Beth staring at the elevator. 



Revenge sex, isn't that what had landed her here in the first place?



Beth hit the button for the first floor and waited. She was going to do the right thing this time.  Yup, the right thing, the absolute right thing. 



"A little something to compensate you for your time." Helen's words flashed through her mind. 



"Witch," Beth whispered. 



She saw the nasty smirk that accompanied her words as plain as day in her mind's eye.



That nasty smirk from a woman wearing jewelry worth more than Beth's car. An arrogant snob who treated people life they were beneath her. 



"Easiest money you'll make today."



Beth turned away from the elevator. 



"We'll see about that," she whispered as she tucked the money into her thigh high.