Thread: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & Zero_Kyrael)

The sun had started to rise the birds had started to sing and the sunshine managed to dodge the blinds move across the room and, of course, beam right into my eyes. I let out a long sigh already knowing how this day was going to start. I stretched feeling annoyed by the light before moving over to my bathroom washing my face as I plan to start the day. I look up into the mirror at myself making sure I didn't have something stuck on my face. I walked back out hitting the power button on my laptop and plopped down in front of it hoping that today's search would turn out better. I browsed random jobs sites as I looked at my fancy diploma. Even her name Tabytha Kyrael was written in a over the top fancy manner. Fancy money sucking piece of worthless paper I thought to myself. I had finally gotten my PHd in clinical psychology and had thought the world had just opened up. I spent the first week telling everyone to call me Doctor of course, but after that things started to go south. I could not find work even in the lower levels of my field. I was Over qualified for the position. I should have had more fun. I mumble remembering those great college and high school years I spent nose in a book not having any sort of social life or a real date. Uggghhhhhhh I can't even find a job after all that work! I yell out into my room falling back out of my chair and onto my bed. I had only enough savings for probably 2 months if I lived very cheaply and after that I was shit out of luck. I let out a long sigh as I thought of my prospects. I lightly gnawed on my tail staring at the ceiling for several mins before getting back up to skim more jobs that would probably not go anywhere. The room was filled with nothing, but the noise of the down arrow key being tapped over and over. Several hours passed like this as I found myself going to more obscure job pages not even knowing how I had gotten to most of them when an add caught my eye. My eyes went straight to 30,000 bucks a month and then straight to the requirements not reading in any amount of great detail. Food, lodging, care, stay at the house 30,000 dollars more if you live. I nod jumping ahead, Only requirements are female 18 to 30, large breasts, and clean bring proof. I scrolled back to the top not feeling the need to read it in detail. He wants to fuck a virgin for a month and not do chores for 30k. To have that kind of cash. I mumbled to myself before spining in my chair staring once again at the ceiling. I had given up all fun for a degree maybe this was a chance to at least make some money out of it. I lean back skimming only first couple sentences before closing it. Sex pet virgin. Well i'm sure it not that bad. He probably can't even tie his own knots for that kind of stuff if he is living with that kind of cash! I laugh trying to make myself feel better. It just silly! I say loudly trying to convince myself that it was just a silly. No one would do that... ... What am I doing?! before I really knew it I had found myself at planned parenthood and my birth certificate in my back pocket. I just getting checked up that's all. Perfectly normal for any girl to do. I say loudly, but this time the magic didn't work. I was not convinced that I had any reason besides that request to be here. I had never had sex or dated why would I need to come here. The rest of the day followed the same pattern of me trying to convince myself that it was stupid, but the money really could help me stay afloat till I got work. It wouldn't be that bad. Sure it would hurt a bit at first, but after that it free living and money to help cover all my living and college costs. I had known lots of girls who did something similar. I had called them all sluts, but that wasn't relevant. I shook my head hard trying to just clear my mind. It worked for about 5 mins before I had made a pro and con list and talked myself in and out of it several times. I decided the best way was to get every detail first before agreeing to it, but of course I couldn't find the page again. I can't survive without more money. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the chair. I spent the entire next day to the same extent pacing and thinking on the subject before late at night deciding it was the best course of action. I can do this. It only a month and it nothing extreme. I skimmed that thing twice It be okay. I woke and started to get dressed my heart racing unable to even eat any breakfast. I had called to have bills turned off and the rent paid for as I packed a case full of clothes and basic hygiene products like my comb and toothbrush. I took a moment to check my clothes for the day knowing they may be the last things I wear before loosing my sexual innocence as a whole. Simple seemed to be the best as I slid up a black and orange stripped thong up covering it with a short black skirt of simple plain design. I grabbed my favorite tiger stripped bra to match my panties and also for good luck being the only bra I had ever owned to last more then couple months. I slide a orange blouse over that with a generous neck line stopping to take one look at myself before heading out. A few moments later I was in front of a mansion and my hand slowly moved up to ring the doorbell. I took one big final deep breath and steeled my nerve. It's for the money...It's for the money... It's for the money... I press the bell and wait staring hard at the door.