The Unnoticed Heels
The Unnoticed Heels Strangely, the sentence, “Your Mom is in the men’s bathroom” wasn’t that unexpected. Partly because it wasn’t a “real” men’s room. I mean, it had working toilets, sinks, and stuff. But it existed, not as the legitimate bathroom where guests of the brothel were expected to pee, but rather, it was a play-room for guests to have their fantasy’s carried out. So, since my Mom worked at the brothel, she was always waiting for me inside of, or just outside of one of its many, themed, playrooms. Although, the men’s bathroom was definitely one of the seedier rooms that she could have been in. I tried not to think about it too much. My gorgeous, long haired, big titted Mother worked as a high priced escort on the weekends. In fact, she worked at what many considered to be one of the 3 most prestigious brothels in the world. And yet, even her car broke down from time to time. So, for the last week and a half, I had been picking her up “after work...