HIS CURVY OBSESSION

2 million

Banks:I own a security company, Eleanor. Your privacy isn’t so private.

Me:How very non criminal.

Me:So when did you take my blood to do tests?

I haven't visited the gynaecologist or any Doctor to have my health status.

Banks:Oral HIV kit.

Oral HIV kits? Those existed? I run a quick search. Yes. An oral HIV kit uses a quick swap of saliva for a rapid test.

"You did a test on a stranger while she was sleeping?"

He must have done it while I was asleep. On our first time together.

Banks:Vandiver will take you to a gynaecologist after you close.

Me:Ok, Master.

I type the response with a smile, ignoring the slight ache in my wrist, and logged out.

I was either going to die of sheer exhaustion or multiple orgasms at this rate. I should probably type up my resignation letter.

But I can't . Not yet.

The ten thousand dollars from the first night is still sitting in my account, untouchable. Same with the thirty thousand dollars for signing.

My original savings of three thousand were there, making forty three thousand in total, but that wasn't nearly enough.

If I quit, I'll have to pay rent, buy furniture, start a new business… I’d starve before the business even became profitable. I’m not great at business unless I can focus on it entirely, and currently, I was focusing on not dying from orgasm.

PING.

I check my phone. It couldn't be Banks; our chat for the day is done per his usual record of not reaching out to me again after a conversation

"JESUS!" I jump up from the register, staring at the screen. Every ache, every worry, evaporated instantly.

The message read:$2 Million Dollars.

April payment.written under the description.

The month is only ten days in. Does that mean in twenty days, I get another payment? I'm getting paid before doing the work?

I pick up the phone to call him, fully expecting the usual voice mail.

"Busy" The voicemail reply

type, the name rolling off my fingers.

"Is this really payment for this month?"

Read no reply

"I mean, in twenty days time you're sending me another two m?"

Read no reply

"I am so grateful. I mean… this is quite unbelievable." Even if he refused to pay in twenty days, saying this covered April and May, I didn't care. I had been working for three years and had only saved three thousand dollars. I just saw two million for two days of work.

"Thanks a lot, Master. I’ll be your best good girl," I added, throwing in some smiley emojis for good measure.

typing… My heart squeezed. I hold my breath, waiting. Then nothing.

Still high on Euphoria,I search for a good bounding sticker. Instead, I find a blindfold gif, which is on-brand for his level of intensity.

Me:Anything for my master.

I know I sounded stupid.

But I'm entirely too joyous to care.

I walk out from behind the counter, put on some music, and actually dance. The pain completely forgotten. I have millions in my account.

Millions! I Eleanor,MILLIONS to MY NAME

I find our floor-length mirror and look at myself. I look alive. Vibrant. I grin, my full teeth on display show I'm happy.

I look at my reflection

"You’re worth two million dollars," I tell my reflection, my smile growing.

"You’ve worked hard." I say and twirl and dance, stopping only when a customer walk in.