Moira felt that somehow her love of literature would carry her past that point, just as it had carried her out of Warwoman Dell. But … her love of literature was stopped cold by the uninterested job market.
Fortunately, Moira had a skill – she was a natural born submissive and slut. She loved to have sex with lots of partners, and to be bound and gagged while having sex. But she loved doing it on her own terms, not professionally, as a way of making money.
Moira also felt that if she let her slut nature out to play too much, people would think of her as a slut, and nothing but a slut, and ignore the intellectual side of her that led her to become an expert in Renaissance poetry. Because people HAD done just that, back in her hometown and in college.
That's what led Moira to take a berth on the “Elon's Prospect” as a deck hand trainee – hard, low-paying, dangerous work that most weren't desperate enough to touch. It was that or stay homeless, or take up professional slutting.
But Moira, uninterested in being a deckhand on a fishing boat, was not a good deckhand. She felt that Captain Dekkish had overstated her incompetence: she had only poisoned the crew with her cooking once, for example. And her mistake with the fishnet line hadn't washed half the crew overboard, only a couple of them, and they'd recovered them just fine.
That's how Moira wound up marooned by the crew in Mossport, Virginia, chained in the basement of a slutting agency. She could have said “To hell with it” and gone back into the streets – nobody had to slut against their will. But she decided to adopt The Way of Acceptance advocated by one of her favorite Renaissance poets, and so she stayed until she was bought by a lovely older couple, the Graysons, as a gift for their son Jeffrey.
After a few months, Jeffrey went off to college, and didn't take Moira with him, saying she would distract him from his studies. And so Moira wound up being sold at a yard sale by the Graysons. It was the low point of her life, and she knew it, because she felt VERY low.
Little did Moira know that better luck was just around the corner, waiting to usher her into a world where she would be valued for her slutting AND her intellect by a very dominant and capable man who would fulfill her sluttish yearnings and challenge her intellect, leading her to a new world of achievement and adventure.
Read Yard Sale Slut and see how it all goes down. Or rather, up.
Tavern Slut 3: Yard Sale Slut is over 33,000 words long, part of the Tavern Slut series, but very much a standalone, set a hundred years prior to the events in Tavern Slut 1: Jessica's Virgin Auction and Tavern Slut 2: Mia the Contortionist (links in the back of this book).