HotWater Complex༺YandereMasochistxreader

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Ryu has been my customer since the beginning. I was quite comfortable with him, comfortable enough to move this one appointment to his house. I didn't understand why he would want a sex worker so close to his personal life, but it's not my job to keep his image clean. I pulled in to his driveway, surprisingly, everything wasn't as grand and pristine as I had assumed. It was upper middle class to say the best, it didn't fit his cocky attitude. Don't get me wrong, it was nice, but the driveway was riddled with pockmarks and there weren't any water features towering overhead as I had expected. The sun was setting and the sky looked like paint water. I felt my teeth chatter; I do that when I'm nervous. Stepping out of the car I felt myself stumble and regain balance awkwardly. Why am I so nervous? I headed straight toward the house, ducking my head down and walking with purpose. I breathed the air in cautiously, letting the new scent marinate; It smelled like newly washed sheets. As I studied the house in more detail I noticed it had a Malibu vibe. Oddly enough, the entrance was about 7 feet off the ground; Quaker stairways hugging a large potted plant under the double doors.
The house itself was beige with deep mahogany roof tiles and doors. I walked up the stairs, studying the thin bronze railing curved at the end to form a curl. Finally my gaze met the large double doors. It was glazed mahogany; two golden door knockers that resembled jaguars with chains between their teeth stared back at me. I grabbed on of the golden chains, only half expecting for the jaguar to take my hand clean off. Thud thud. I stood awkwardly, waiting for a response. As I glanced around I noticed a golden button to the right of the doors; I pressed the button that was about the width of my ring finger; a muffled melody chimed on the other side of the door. After about 3 minutes of awkwardly glancing around, I was met by a drowsy Ryu, dressed in a large T-shirt, pajama bottoms, and unruly curled hair. Spittle smeared the corners of his mouth. What a mess. After staring at me for awhile, he finally registered my presence and stepped back to let me in. I stepped in, glancing around at the cluttered foyer. A grand stair case elegantly sloped down the right wall. A large chandelier towered overhead, the formerly glistening gold muted by dust. Large white columns held up a second story balcony that was level to the chandelier. To the left, an open room with an oak table and trophy case collected dust. I could barely recognize the table as oak with all the papers and envelopes generously scattered about; boxes of even more documents lined the wall. The cupboard itself was filled with gold trophies and certificates; the drawers below stuffed with paper that spilled over the edge. Ryu led me to the grand staircase. "I've sent my house services Home" his voice was husky from sleep. I focused my gaze on the glazed wood floors. We ascended up the stairs; his hands leaving trails in the rail's dust and my feet leaving prints in the stair's dust. When we reached the second floor, he abruptly stopped. I gripped the rail as I almost fell backwards. "You know" he started, his voice softer than before "I don't want to do anything sexual. I'd rather just have you as company right now" he spoke without turning around. I stared at his back. What? doesn't he have friends for that? "Ok" I said flatly. As long as I'm being paid I'm fine, though this isn't really my job... I saw his back muscles relax and we continued up the stairs without another word.