"A hundred dollars??" She shifts on her bare feet in the grass. It's clear she wants the money but feels awkward about the whole arrangement. Finally she agrees. "Okay. I'll do it. Thanks. This will help me out a lot."
I smile. "Excellent. I'm glad to hear it. Come on this way, sweetheart." I'm not about to waste any time taking advantage of my position over her as I lead her through the garage into the house. "Kitchen's this way."
I deliver her to the medium size pile of dishes and make sure she had everything she needs, then I pull up a chair and watch.
It's almost intoxicating being this close to her. I don't know what it is, whether it's just that she so much younger than me or that she's forbidden fruit, or the power trip of making her do things for money, I don't know. I just know I am going to enjoy every minute of this.
We chat a little while she fills the sink with the hot soapy water. Nothing too interesting. I find out she had to drop out of college after one year because she got knocked up at a party. The guy hasn't been in the picture since. She doesn't even know who is is to collect child support.
"Well you don't look like you've had a kid. Seriously, Jordan. Your body is amazing."
The comment makes her uncomfortable, but she is elbow deep in dishwater scrubbing my dishes for money, so she just thanks me quietly and goes back to work.
I watch her for another few minutes, enjoying the satisfaction, but I quickly honey for more.
