“Need a drink? I have some vodka if you’d want?” Jaycee says as he brushes my hair out of my eyes. “A drink always helps me get through it alright.”
“Nope,” I answer as I pull off my t-shirt. “Are you sure about this? This outfit and such? What does it matter what I wear if he doesn’t want the lights on at all?”
I look down to the paper on the bed next to us. The list of demands or requests that my first client has. Firstly he wants me to wear only a jockstrap. I am not to touch him apart from giving him a blowjob. I am not to turn on any lights. I am not to speak at all. I am to leave after he ejaculates and not come back into the room until after he is gone, which will be when I hear him knocking twice on the window outside the bathroom I will be standing in.