"Honey, that was...," Dom says, panting, while beads of sweat trickle down his chubby head, "Unexpected. Fuck."
"Unexpected?" You ask somewhat disappointed.
"No, I mean, it was good. You were real good. Have you thought of, uh, my offer?"
You ponder his question while lightly fondling your nipple. While you could _maybe _pass as a teacher, your francais, c'est... mal. You probably couldn't pass as a french teacher.
"What's the job?"
"It's not much of a job really... I need ya to be my wife. On paper. Or in the bedroom, I mean, if you want. You can dance too. I'll give you extra. I'm, how do you say... in the business of money."
While he doesn't seem sinister, on the surface, his work definitely does. Though you do need money - and these drinks will probably be free.
"Yeah."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. How much did you say? 120 000?"
"Sure, honey. It's a deal."
You offer your hand to shake, but there's still some cum on your palm. You study it for a second, lick it off, then stick your hand out again.
He shakes it and runs off.
"I'll... get the paperwork!" He yells from another room.
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