" I said trying to smile. He kissed me. I stepped back. "Where the hell is Jenny?" He rolled his eyes. "She's out. Probably cheating on me... again." ...e downed his drink and I downed mine and we put down the glasses.I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Who would want to cheat on you?" He kissed me hard and we fell on the couch. We giggled as we kissed long and hard.The couch was to small so we ended up on the floor. He got up. "I'll be right back baby." He went up the stairs. I quickly got naked. We don’t always have sex with our clients. We have dossiers on every client. We study and know what services or products they provide. We know the partners, and especially their executive secretaries.I try to schedule the same girl when I know a client is coming to town. When we have dinner, we aren’t like the bimbo escorts that nod and moan ‘ah huh’ when the client is talking. We know how to intelligently talk about their work. We even help them relate with their secretaries when they. Somehow, we managed to keep it a secret (or so we thought) during that entire time. We couldn't fuck often, but when we did, it was heaven for both of us—something which never grew routine, something we both looked forward to.But I need to start at the beginning.My mother became pregnant with me when she was only s*******n, married my father and had a good marriage with him until he simply dropped dead at work when I was a mere lad of six. After all these years, I recall him only somewhat. While you are here you will refer to me as Goddess or my full title, nothing else. I will be your," she paused, "trainer and caretaker for most of your stay here in The Lower Cells."A light dawned in his mind as he heard the capitalization in Minerva's words. Risking another slap, he nonetheless spoke. "But Goddess," he added the title in the hopes of getting on her good side, "I wasn't able to afford the fees to enroll when I last tried to apply. I still can't." He was shocked to find his face.