So there were rules which would make it a proper job.
1. Under no circumstance was the puppy allowed to leave the room.
2. Under no circumstance was anybody allowed to see the puppy.
3. Under no circumstance was I allowed to leave the room until Brent returned.
4. Under no circumstance was I allowed to penetrate her vagina with my penis.
When Brent told me rule number four, everything made sense. He had been afraid of her getting pregnant. That would assuredly complicate things between him and his wife, Melanie. So I was officially hired to be her chastity belt in case she decided to wander around like a puppy in heat.
Unlike a normal session Brent and I agreed that he would pay me daily at the end of my shift. So far he had been on the up and up so I saw no need to doubt that he would be a man of his word on this one. After he left for his appointments I raided the mini bar. It was my after work ritual to have a few before going to bed. A normal person’s breakfast is my dinner time.
After a shot of whiskey, I popped open a cold beer. I began to think about “marshmallow tits”. I Kiked Stephanie. You up, beautiful?
Several minutes passed without a reply. My eyelids were heavy and I descended slowly to slee… Baloop! my cell phone rain drop alert sounded. I was annoyed because I was a second away from sleeping.
It was Stephanie from the front desk. My annoyance shifted to happiness. Her reply was welcome. I’m up. Can’t sleep. What happened with Miss Vyce?
I replied. She laid me off for three days. That cunt is evil.
Baloop! Poor baby. What are you going to do with yourself?
I want to do some XO’s with you. Get cocoa puff.
Baloop! Haha. That stuff is illegal. You are a S.P.I.C.
I almost begged. Come on. It will be fun.
Baloop! Okay, but you have to write me a love letter first.
That was an odd request. I answered honestly. I date other women, you know. I’m not a liar.
Several long minutes elapsed before – Baloop! Well then write me a lust letter ;p. By hand on paper.
I frowned to myself confusedly. I answered with a question, Promise?
Baloop! By hand on paper and hand delivered. I promise we’ll XO.
I felt my penis becoming hard after reading her message.
Baloop! TTYL ;)
The thing about Stephanie was that the moment that I saw her it felt like I had known her already. It wasn’t deja vu, but it was close. She never initiated conversation with me. At the same time she was always playfully responsive to my attention toward her. She was a difficult read.
I was thinking to myself that her request was probably the only thing that I couldn’t do. Or wouldn’t. I’ll get to that later. My life is a circus of dunce-capped clowns. I wrote a letter once. My life took a Pasternak nose dive after I mailed it.
I was considering my dilemma when I heard the puppy begin to whimper in the bedroom.
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