Transaction

Cleaning?

I got to his house that Thursday. It wasn't giant, but it had an amazing view of the water. I knocked on the door.

When he opened it, I had to stop myself from staring. He was handsome. Very handsome. "Come in." He opened the door for me. His eyes followed me as I went inside. The house was fully furnished and looked spectacular. Very modern. A lot of white and sharp edges, so I knew he didn't have kids. White surfaces don't last if there's a kid around.

He showed me the kitchen, which held the cleaning supplies. He smiled at me, then left. As he walked away, he shouted "don't go in the basement!"

And then he was gone. I heard the door slam, so I knew he was gone. I waited until I heard his car engine, then I raced to find the basement. Listen, I'm only 20. I don't care if this is a stupid move, I'm curious!

I opened all the doors, until I found one that had stairs leading down. I quietly creeped down the stairs, hoping not to find something awful. Maybe it just wasn't finished. Maybe he's a murderer and that where he hide the bodies! I ran down the rest of the steps and turned on the light. All guesses were wrong.

It's a sex dungeon.

There was a bed with shackles attached to all four posts, different frames to hang people from, and a wall of sex toys. I couldn't lie. I was turned on. I knew a lot about BDSM, as it's Danielle's special interest, but I'd never seen anything like this. Now that I know what's down here, I should go. I turned to go back up the steps and saw a figure in the doorway. It was Devon.

"Shit." I whispered.

He started descending the steps towards me.I was frozen. I finally spoke. "Listen, man, it's totally cool. I don't care you have a dungeon, I'll still clean the house, everything's cool. Sorry."

He reached the last few steps, towering over me. "I gave you one instruction." He sighs. "But, since you know, I have one question for you. How much money do you want to make?"

"What?"

He led me back upstairs, to his office. He dug around his bookshelf, landing on a folder. He grabbed it and took out the papers within. He slid the papers my direction. "BDSM Contract?" I read out loud.

"I've been trying to find a submissive. Male sex workers are rare around here. So, I gave up the search. I have almost no time or patience for dating. What do you think?"

"How much would I get paid?"

"Depends on what you do. It'll all be in the contract."

"I'll look at it."