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Sebastian, but this is not a relationship, nor will it ever be.”  
    I gave her a short smile, realizing it was well beyond my normal time for being there. “Yeah, I better get going. Thank you for today.” I grabbed my cleaning supplies, and headed for the front door.  
    “Sebastian, I think you are forgetting something.” She said as she held up a white envelope.  
    “I almost forgot about it.” I grabbed it from her hand. She held on to the envelope and pulled me in, kissing me on the cheek.  
    “Thank you for today, Sebastian. I do hope you continue to service me.” The way that she said it reminded me of what I was doing. I was being paid to service lonely women. Maybe I should have felt guilty for doing it, or for taking their money, but it was all too good of a deal to pass up. I needed the money and I enjoyed the pussy. It was a win win.  
    “I don’t think that will be a problem. See you Friday.” I headed out, allowing myself to look at her beautiful, almost exposed, body.  
    The ride home was uneventful. I beat myself up for taking on another customer. I had no idea what I was getting myself involved in.  How could I think that this new lifestyle would pay my way through college? Was it possible to get away with something like this?  
    I couldn’t wait to get home and shower, hoping to clear my mind, but when I pulled up at the house my phone beeped. I picked it up and looked at it. I didn’t recognize the number, but the message cleared up who the mystery caller was.  
    Sebastian: My house number is 444. See you around nine tomorrow.  
    I shook my head again, just thinking about exactly what I had committed to.  Without another minute dwelling on my indiscretions, I gathered my things and headed into my house to shower.  
    ****  
    I was surprised when I woke up the next morning and realized I had slept through the night. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and made sure that the stubble on my face wasn’t too long.  
    After getting my things together, I headed toward the exclusive gates of the community that was changing my life. I considered turning around and heading back home, texting the mystery number and saying that I wasn’t coming.  She had to understand that I had doubts about doing this. Mrs. Smith was different. It wasn’t like I was advertising sexual favors along side of house cleaning. Things happened and I didn’t want them to change. However, I couldn’t imagine having more than one customer like Mrs. Smith and feeling alright about it.  
    It took me a good ten minutes to muster the nerve to drive up the circle driveway that faced Mrs. Jones house. Her large stone house was landscaped with a circular cobblestone driveway and elaborately decorated bushes throughout. My Jeep seemed out of place parked behind her Porsche SUV, but I parked it there anyway.  I headed up the walk and was greeted by a girl who had to be in her late teens, possibly even my age. She gave me an accusing smirk and headed toward the Porsche. Behind her was Mrs. Jones, running something out to her. I got another dirty look from the girl before she got into the car and drove away.  
    “Sebastian, I am so glad that you decided to come today.” Mrs. Jones said.  
    Unlike what I had imagined, she was dressed in a zip up jogging suit. It clung to her body and there was nothing revealing about it. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she had little to no makeup on, not that I was complaining, because her face was just as beautiful as I remembered it.  
    “I told you I would be here.” I said confidently, even though I had no idea what I was going to do.  
    She guided me into the house, and, at first, she showed me around like I was just going to clean, but as we got to the back of the house, I saw an old woman with a feather duster. “Who is that?” I asked.  
    “Oh, that is Lucia. She is the Mexican housekeeper I told you about, that doesn’t speak a lick of