My Cost

He lay in bed. Cautiously looking at her as she moved. The rules were clear. No names. No eye contact. No intimacy. This was just for fun and money. He hated having to do this. But it was the only way he could make enough to survive. So, he lay in bed and waited. Slowly, the room came alive with red dim lights

She turned to look at him and he quickly shifted his eyes to face the ceiling. He was not supposed to look at her. “You like what you see?” She asked in a deep husky voice.

“No, ma’am. I mean, yes. I mean...” he was baffled. What answer was correct? “I mean, I’m not permitted to look ma’am. It’s against the rules.” He finally answered, with a bit of confidence.

“Don’t look, don’t like it, don’t touch. All these many rules.” She said, her voice deeper than the last time. She was now standing beside the bed hovering over him. His eyes were tightly shut now.

“Do you want to know what I think of the rules?”

“Yes ma’am.” Ever the dutiful little moose he is supposed to be.

“I think they are pointless.” Silence. “What do you think?”

“I’ll think anything you want, ma’am.” He tried redirecting the conversation back to business. “I’m here to please you.”

She looked at him in silence; eyes tightly closed, hands and legs tied to the bed posts, stark naked. Both a handsome and beautiful sight.

“Yes, indeed you are. Well, enough chit-chat. Let’s get down to the pleasing.” She said as she got on the bed, put an eye mask on him and straddled him.

Two hours later, he walked out of his car. His back was sore, his lips hurt and he felt violated in more ways than he could count. He opened his wallet and looked at the stack of bills inside and sighed deeply. He walked into his house. His wife and daughter were fast asleep. He went upstairs and looked in on his daughter and smiled. He walked into his bedroom. His wife lay sound asleep, her breathing soft and calm. He went to the bathroom and ran himself a hot bath to soak in. As he lay in the bathtub, he reflected on that night’s events. It was his first time but it was worthit. He would be able to pay the bills for the next few weeks with what he’d been paid.

He would need to text his best friend before he went to sleep and tell him to confirm they were out together that night. His wife trusted him enough, but the truth is a slippery thing. It always tends to slip out. He could not let that happen. He got out of the tub and slid into bed next to his wife. She turned and cuddled next to him. He held her tightly, crying silently. He closed his eyes and begged to get some sleep fast. But all he could think of was that he was now a gigolo.