The young man on the couch

The young man on the couch seemed like he'd make the best owner. He was attractive, well educated, and would probably treat me well. I was shaking as I approached him. My entire body felt like I was on fire. I took a deep breath though, walked right up to him and immediately got on my knees.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at me with confusion.

"You okay dude?" he asked. He folded his laptop and placed it on the table.
"Sir" I said respectfully. "I would like to be your **** if you'll take me. I have decided to find an owner since I am in debt". The young man let out a laugh.

"Is this a joke?" he asked. "You want to be my ****. My property."

"Yes sir. If you'll have me"

"Well it could be helpful to have my own ****" he mused. "I'm in college though, I don't have much money to support you, let alone a ****. You do realize that?"

"It's okay sir. You can treat me however you like". The young man nodded. He seemed to be lost in thought.

"I guess I could always sell you if it doesn't work out. Stand up" he ordered. I immediately stood and he began looking me up and down. "Once I own you, I will treat you like a ****. I don't need to be supporting someone without getting anything in return. Once I own you, you'll be my property."

By now the entire Starbucks was staring at me. I was quite the spectacle. The tween girls in the back had come closer to stare at what was happening.

"If you truly want to be my ****. Get naked right now and tell me that you belong to me. I'll record it on my phone, and that should seal the deal". I took a big gulp. I could here the family behind me trying to explain to their kids what was happening. The tween girls were giggling loudly.