I could smell the liquor on her breath and she was unsteady on her feet. I opened the door for her and she got in and we drove on.“My date ditched m... out there,” she said. I didn’t say anything. I was struggling to get my emotions under control. I was relieved she was ok and pissed she had a boyfriend and didn’t tell me. She had an obvious hickey on her neck and it made me furious. She was also dressed like a tramp. A backless shirt and tiny mini skirt that rode up her thighs so high I could. We set my schedule for the first week and I left there with my first job! and...it wasn't until he brought it up in the office that I would be making $9.00 an hour!. I hadn't even asked!After month, things were pretty routine, Ron the owner was there most of the time. Ron liked to make embarrassing comments about my shorts, or skinny legs or anything that he could make slightly sexual. The members were mostly men, so I got used to they way they treated me. Stares, flirting, odd questions. Additionally she thought that I might be somewhat attracted to her and that she was certainly attracted to me, and that we might make some sort of arrangement where she would provide me with sex and I would provide her with money.“You mean like I would pay you $500 to be my love slave for the weekend?”“Exactly that idea I had in mind.”You could have knocked me over with a feather, but I tried not to show it. I pulled a $100 bill out of my pocket and threw it on the coffee table. “There is for. After that, she asked, “So, do I get to do Gene or are you the only one who gets a “fuck neighbor?” I said I had told Julie that Cammy wanted Gene earlier but it hadn’t been discussed since. I think so but I’d find out when I went back. At about midnight (wanted to make sure both our kids were asleep and I wouldn’t be seen by another neighbor), I went back to Gene and Julie’s. The house was pretty dark with the exception of enough light that I could make it to their bedroom without hurting.