Yes.

“Oh hello there…. What do we have here?” Damn. He’d noticed you.

“Hi.” Your voice wavers and echoes. You sound small but the stairwell amplifies your voice.

You hear the sound of someone descending.

“What do we have here?” This time it sounded like he wanted an answer.

“I’m just trying to get to the roof.”

“What’s on the roof?”

“My– my boyfriend.”

“Is this meant to be a surprise for him then?”

You pause, but decide to tell the truth. “No, no it’s a challenge. For me.”

The handyman sounded bemused, “And what do you win?”

“I get… to cum.” You barely whisper the last bit but you feel it echo.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. What do you get?”

“To cum.” You get to your normal speaking volume, but that’s not enough for the man.

You can hear the wolfish grin in his voice, “Don’t make me ask again… what do you get if you complete your little challenge?”

“I get to cum!” You echo loudly this time. Your cheeks are hot with embarrassment. In spite of everything you’ve experienced you still retain a hint of shame. You know what kind of a situation you’re in: ****.

“Shhhh girl. You’ll attract unwanted attention.”

This man calling you “girl” sends a shiver down your spine. You had a professional job, he shouldn’t talk to you like that. But of course he has no reason to know that. Right now you’re naked in the apartment complex stairwell with various ratings of your sexual services scrawled across your back. You are so thoroughly demeaned, but it’s turning you on.

“Now I should call the cops on you. Indecent exposure and all that.”

“No! No please don't, this is just a silly game, you don’t need to do that.”

“I think I’ll need some convincing. I wouldn’t want to get in trouble for not reporting something like this.”