A wait - and some chores

The two of you soon leave the elevator and enter floor eleven. Sarah's room is at the far end of the hall and your first impression of it is that it's not too unusual for a young adult at roughly college age. The apartment is only a few rooms, and though it's not overly flashy, it seems nice enough.

The moment she's home, Sarah walks over to her couch, flops down and kicks her boots off. Switching on her television, she waves a hand at you dismissively.

"I'm going to relax for a while, so go get me a beer."

You make your way to her fridge, get one out, and return to her, feeling a little put-out when she takes it without even glancing at you. After a few minutes of Sarah flipping through channels, you clear your throat to get her attention back.

She looks at you in mild annoyance. "What? When I need you, I'll tell you. If you're bored, go tidy up my apartment."

She ticks off a few tedious sounding things on her fingers, and proceeds to shoo you away again. You hold your ground for a moment...you've already being doing banal chores for her all day.

Eyebrows lowering in anger she waves you over, beckons for you to lean down, and matter-of-factly spits in your face. You flush in humiliation, but a masochistic thrill runs through you as she waves you away. You realize your pants are feeling a little tighter than they did a moment ago, and you nod meekly and turn to go clean up her apartment.

As your hand instinctively rises to wipe your face, Sarah's voice cuts in, telling you to "leave it there." You lower your hand, and get to work on scrubbing Sarah's bathroom floor, a wet reminder of her power over you lingering on your face.