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“That’s my offer,” he says softly And the implication is “take it or leave it”

“Mr Jameson,” I say as I lean forward in my chair and try to push the tears back “I really, really need your help My brother saved your life The favor I’ is not for the actual et that ether in thirty days Can’t you please work so out with me that I can actually succeed at?”

He appraises aze roam over my entire body as I sit in the chair opposite of hi to work off the debt?”

“Work off the debt?” I repeat skeptically He owns a sex club after all

“Yes Here at The Wicked Horse,” he explains

This perks my interest because I happen to need a job, and I’m insanely curious about what happens inside of this place I’ve always been adventurous that way When Corinne was in the hospital for her heart-valve replace, and they gave my job away to the temp who had replaced me I’d been there six years and had hardly missed work, but I asked for a week off and they fired me

Assholes

So I’ht now and could use a job While my mom’s paycheck helps cover half the expenses, it doesn’t pay for everything and s are about exhausted

Leaning forward in my chair, I ask, “What does that mean… work here?”

“You knohat this club is?” he counters

I nod “A sex club”

“What would my job duties be?” I ask

“They’d be whatever I tell you they were,” he says

A little taken aback, I wonder if I a that look in his eyes

Sinister?

Lustful?