Behind The Mask

Karma POV: Due to COVID, companies are not hiring new people to work. Hell, most companies are closed or have their employees they did not lay off working from home. I have just finished grad school and nobody is f*****g hiring. I spent eighteen damn months in school. While the whole time I was living off my trust fund and student loan refunds. My dream is to build an apartment complex and start a property management company. But fate has something different in mind. I contacted a temp agency to help me find a job. I do not want to temp but bills......dreams....and more bills. I am sent to a place called Postlink, which is some kind of social media company. I am on my way to Aunt Jackie's house to get some money for gas, hair products, some business attire, and money for the two weeks until I get paid. I do not like asking her for money, because she always says I should come work with her. My Aunt is a fifty- somthing year-old call girl, p********e, Madame, whatever it is called nowadays. Yes, you heard me correctly, my fifty something-year-old Aunt sells p***y and ass for a living. I feel like there should be an age limit when it comes to selling p***y. Do not get me wrong, Aunt Jackie looks great for her age. Most of her clients are rich and powerful men with mommy issues. Hell, the women in our family age gracefully. Aunt Jackie looks like she is my age, no filler, no surgery. Hell, I am thirty years old and I still get IDs when I go to bars or buy lottery tickets. I have one hundred and fifty pounds of breasts, an ass, and some stomach. And yeah, I am blaming the fact that my stomach got bigger on COVID as well. I will go up to the colonial home that has been in my family since the 1700s. I knocked on the door and one of her girls opened it for me. I walked to the parlor knowing Aunt Jackie is there setting up for tonight's festivities. "Hey, my favorite niece", she says with a drink in her hand. I look at the clock on the wall, it's noon and she is already drinking. "I am my only niece, hey Aunty, I am here to pick up the money", I said as I greeted her with a hug. "You know you would not need to ask me for money if you came and worked here", moving around the room with such grace. I can see why men and women gravitate to her. "Aunty, you know I am not built for your kind of work", I said, rolling my eyes. And when she tells me this s**t. "Yes, you are. You are thick guys love that", she said, smiling, and I then sipped her drink. "More like fat", I said to her with an eye roll. I do not like talking about my body. Hell, I don't even like men looking at me. My last boyfriend cheated on me with a girl who was like a size six. Of course, we got into it when she ran out of our apartment. He said he should not take how much weight I gained, saying that he could pick her up and f**k her on the wall without pulling a muscle, something he could not do with me. That s**t hurt to hear. I am not going to lie that s**t put a dent in my self-esteem. I have not been with anyone since him and that was four years ago. "What are you going to be doing at this job anyway?", she asked. "Personal assistant to the new CEO. It is a temp job with the potential of me getting hired by the company. I will be filling, scanning, light lifting and everything else he asks me to do", I said with a shrug. "So, you would rather hurt your back to make money, than to lie on your back to make money", she said, laughing, if I did not need the money, I would be telling her off right now. But I need the three hundred dollars so I am going to bite my tongue. "Aunty, you know I am not built for your line of work", I said, trying to end the conversation nicely. "Child, please you are very much that. My clients love us, plus-size girls, because we can take a lot in the bedroom and men love that s**t. You know more cushion for the pushing", she said, smiling hard. "Us, plus-size girls", I said, looking at her like she is crazy. The only plus-size one here is me. I rolled my eyes at her because she has the nerves to put her in the plus-size category with me, "Yes, I am plus size as well according to that damn weight chart those doctors use. Hell, I am only a size fourteen", she said, then sipped her wine. "Aunty, I have to go and get ready for Monday. I have to do my hair, go shopping for new clothes", I said, tired of having this conversation with her. "I tell you what. I will give you the three hundred dollars if you come to the masquerade party tonight. You know the one I have for my high-end clients", she said with a smirk on her face. "OH, MY GOSH! YOU ARE TRYING TO PIMP ME YOUR NIECE FOR THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS!", I am livid she is pulling this s**t on me. "No, I am not trying to prove to my niece that she and women like her are in high demand for rich and powerful me. Baby, I know your ex put a hole in your self-esteem, but you are beautiful, trust me. I am not saying you have to serve any of them. But let them show you how beautiful you are", she said with a stern look. She does have a point my ex did make me feel back about my weight. I am a bra size fourty doubled d and wear a two extra-large in tops. I also wear size sixteen pants, I have a wide ass with a lot of weight on it. "Aunty, I have nothing to wear", was all I could muster to say. I must admit I am afraid she might be wrong and no man will want to talk to me. "Do not worry, I have something that will look perfect on you. Just be here tonight at seven, so you can get ready. Here, take your money. Better yet, any money you make tonight is yours to keep no house charge will be charged", she said with a smile on her face. "Right no house charge. Let's not mention I own half of the house. And I thought that I do not have to service clients", I said, and took the money from her, raising my eyebrows at her. "You are not, but even taking costs. You know the saying time is money. It originated from brothels. In the Pleasure Place nothing is free, not even a handshake", Aunt Jackie said, giggling. "Okay, see you later, Aunt Jackie", I said, then literally ran out of her house. It is Saturday, so I got some time to do some clothes shopping on Sunday. But I need to buy the hair products and put gas in the car. I also need to map out the route to the company so I know my route before Monday. I did that first. Surprisingly, the company is twenty minutes away from my house with no traffic. Now I know to add another fifteen minutes to my travel time on Monday. Next is getting gas. Thank goodness there is a gas station between the job and the house. While I was waiting for the gas to finish pumping, I noticed there is a boutique across the street. The sign says "Ethically Head Turning". I walk to the store after I pay for the gas. This is one of the things I love about New Jersey is that there are always boutiques opening up. The store was closed but there is a sign on it. Ethically Head Turning is Coming Soon. Please check our site in the meantime h***:://ethically-head-turning.square.site/ I checked out their website. The company sells vegan and cruelty-free hand bags. I must say the bags are reasonably pieced and are full of color. Damn, if I had the money, I would order one right now. It will have to wait until I get my second paycheck. I am so going to buy the blue, tan, and white pyramid wristlet. The wristlet will be the only nonsensical thing I buy for myself. Hell if I can actually afford it after I pay my bills. My third quarter property tax will be due soon. I do have many bills, just normal stuff like car insurance, homeowners' insurance, cable, phone, and food. Thanks to the stimulus check the government sent out, I was able to pay off my car note. As well as paid my first and second quarter taxes. My house has paid off thanks to my mom. When she died, she left everything to me, including her share in the family business. My dad died shortly after her. He did not have much. My mother had most of the money due to the family business doing so well. With my trust fund, I was able to pay for my undergrad and grad school, thus letting me be student loan-free.