We Are Now Mistresses, The Old Fashioned Type, Not Sugar Babies

We were young and innocent. Karin painted, a talented artist. I worked retail at a boutique 'de underwear'. Karin had a showing at a neighborhood restaurant. That's where I met him. He talked to me, and didn't stop. He offered to help us get the paintings back to our apartment. He praised Karin, with time and effort she would outgrow her romanticism.

How, why, we will ever know. We woke up with him.

He decided the next morning he would take care of us. He loaned us a Jeep and moved us to an apartment, that he liked better. We were uneducated, other than high school. He gave us jobs in his company to esrn enough to pay for our support, and gave insurance. He assigned us to different women to train us. We became his mistresses.