Discreetly Yours (Coming Eventually) *snicker*
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“Are you sure you want to work for us?”
Harvey Aaker looked up at the muscular Dom frowning down at him from across the large wooden desk. Dane Faber had all the characteristics of the classic Dom. Large muscular chest, leather vest and a scowl to send the bravest sub to his knees within seconds. He was nothing like Harvey’s old master.
To gather his strength Harvey touched his leather collar. He swallowed a few times before he could speak past the lump in this throat. “Um, yes sir. I’d like to work.”
“Do you need the money? I thought James had left you well off.” Faber had been a friend of Harvey’s master. Many nights they’d spent smoking cigars with Harvey on his knees waiting to serve them.
Harvey blinked back tears. “No Master Faber. I don’t need the money. I just need something to do.”
Faber shuffled some papers on his desk. “Why don’t you go back to school? I know you enjoyed your art classes.”
Stunned, Harvey met Faber’s eyes for a brief second before looking away. “I like art. I don’t like school. My master indulged my interests but I’m not book smart.”
“Look at me!” Faber growled.
Harvey quickly met the Dom’s gaze. He couldn’t resist a direct order.
“James adored you and he thought you were incredibly talented. He might not have praised you as much as he should have but don’t let that make you think you don’t have talent. If you like I can arrange a gallery opening for you.”
The idea of a bunch of people wandering around and criticising his work made Harvey shake. He clenched his hands together to hide his shivering. “N-no thank you sir,” he stumbled over his words to try as he tried to politely turn down what he was sure Faber thought was a generous offer but infused Harvey with more terror than the imaginary monster under his bed did as a child.
“As you wish. I’m not a sub so I don’t understand your compulsion to wait on people. We have a client today who is particularly exacting. I’m going to send you out with Tobi and José they’ll show you what to do. It’s exacting work but from what I remember of how you kept James’s house you won’t have any problems. Any questions before you sign your contract?”
Harvey licked his lips. Now that he actually had a chance for employment nerves set in. “I don’t want to disappoint you sir.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine. I only have one main rule. You can’t have sex with the client.”
A chuckle escaped Harvey’s lips. “I don’t think that will be a problem sir.”
He hadn’t wanted sex since James died. He suspected his libido had died with his master, funny, suave James who Harvey had adored even through his traumatic chemo stages. When James had lost his fight with prostate cancer Harvey had thought he’d die too. Now six months later, still broken-hearted, Harvey could cope with the pain but not the loneliness of their large condo. He considered selling it and getting something smaller for himself. A place that didn’t include memories of sickness, chunks of lost hair and despair.
Fun-loving James’s life hadn’t ended well and Harvey’s last memories of his master weren’t good ones.
Harvey shook his head to break the daydream from his head. He picked up a pen and carefully reviewed the words.
“Don’t you trust me?” Faber asked, the words more curious than condemning.
“Master always said ‘words on paper are more binding than words from a friend’,” Harvey repeated by rote.
A rich chuckle had Harvey looking up.
“You learned well. I’m glad you’re taking the time to look it over. I’ll be happy to answer any questions. We pay more than average house cleaners since we offer extra services including cleaning play rooms and occasional submission.”
Harvey froze. “Will I be required to provide submission to the masters I clean for?”
“No. You are on a service only contract. I figured you weren’t ready for more. If at any time you wish to change that just come to me and we can adjust your service list. You can never have sex with a client. We offer submission not prostitution. If a client wishes to use one of our submissives as a host or a whip demonstration we of course will allow that providing both parties are willing.”
Harvey nodded his understanding. The contract looked good and the money would add to his already nice nest egg. He quickly signed his name before he could change his mind. He needed to get out of the house. Even to escape for a few hours a day would help him along. He couldn’t take the silence any longer without going mad. Art was a hobby for Harvey not a passion. His only passion rested on his fireplace mantle in a shiny urn.