Tricked into Slavery
I had been having a torrid affair with my new secretary for about two weeks when I found out I was in trouble. Of course, at first, I hadn’t an inkling that there was trouble or even of how much trouble. I just thought her request was strange and perhaps even a joke.
“I need you to clean my bathroom,” she had said one afternoon at work.
I laughed even though I didn’t get the joke.
“In the nude,” she had said.
I laughed again but this time it was forced.
“On your hands and knees,” she had added.
By now I felt a tiny dribble of uneasiness in my gut. I gulped and managed to ask, “What are you talking about, Nancy?”
“It’s really simple, Jerry,” she had said, “you are going to go to my house, strip off your clothes and clean my bathroom on your hands and knees. I ex
