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When I arrive at the house of the first viable person to respond to my Craigslist ad, I knock on the door and take a step back. I like his work jeans and dirty white t-shirt, though. I step in, a little flirty, but all-business to begin with. Call me in like an hour.” “,” Possum replies in his drawl.
He’s young to have such a nice mini-mansion with a swimming pool and younger than I normally like to deal with.
A classy woman like me obviously doesn’t belong in places like those. ” He’s got his wallet out, two crisp hundreds in his hand. It is small, with a nice curve and for a second I love it and want to fuck him. While he cleans up, I pull my jeans and tank top back on over my fishnets and thong.
He follows me from kitchen to bathroom to bedroom to living room, staring while I wipe, mop, scrub and vacuum, all while trying to look like I’m not sweaty from doing this work in humid 90-degree weather. All his time goes to his race-car business, which is like a dream, but lots of hard work. “Okay.” I grab them and shove them into my stocking. Smiling, I bring my face close, admiring it like I’m about to lick it. I’m ecstatic and high from the rush of going from six dollars to 800 dollars in an hour with my hustling skills, but I know I won’t have really pulled it off until I’m in the van, driving away.
I’m beginning to think all men in the South must be gentlemen. “I hope you’re not offended.” “No…” I cock my head. I’ve always kind of wondered what it would be like to do something like that for money.” “Well, here’s your chance to find out.” “Hmm…I dunno. Then I fold over in my seat, laughing and clapping my hands with excitement. Leaning back, I push my hips up to pull my jeans down and start fishing the hundreds out of my fishnets.
When I’m done cleaning I settle him on his couch, set my i Pod to Depeche Mode, and tell him that he gets one free lap dance with his housecleaning and after that they are twenty dollars, just like in the club. Possum looks over at me with my legs up on the bed, pulling eight 0 bills out of my thigh highs.
I insist that I’m not that kind of dancer while I consider this through to its logical conclusion. I can get into men, and right now on this guy’s lap, I’m turned on. It revealed an XXX profile link that an internet troll had left on my personal Twitter page.
Whenever I discover a new form of sex work — the weirder or more interesting the better — I try to experience it.
* * * I do the kitchen first, like my friend Tania who actually grew up in a mansion and knows how to clean explained to me last night on the phone.
I keep up a steady stream of flirting while I put his dishes in the dishwasher and move everything on the counter to one end so I can clean it.
Her lips were a little “O” covered in pink frosted Lip Smackers that tasted like popsicles.
I blushed, hung my head, and walked fast, staccato strides to get to my office.