My...job?

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Dinner came and passed. Jeff was a good cook and a nice man. Well, at least that's how it seemed until Jeff followed Jack into Jack's bedroom. He grinned like a mass murderer and Jack felt his heart slip up his throat like he was going to hurl. He swallowed the lump down as he heard the click of the door's lock. He looks at Jeff who opened his mouth to speak.
"They never told you your job did they sweets?"
"No"
"Damn shame"
Jack backed up as a lustful Jeff crept towards him. He struck his heel on the bedframe and fell on his back. That's when Jeff struck. It clicked in Jack's head. Sex slave. Jeff rubbed his knee against Jack's crotch purring sexually in his ear.

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