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can certainly continue with your current employment. Meanwhile, however, you'll do some fact-finding for me, that's all."
Oh Jeez. He wanted me to be some kind of spy? What, against his own son? I shook my head. "No. Just let me go."
"I believe that one million dollars is a not-inconsiderable sum."
I stopped. Everyone had their price, didn't they? I wasn't lacking money. But a million? Sure, a billion would be better. But a million …
No, no, no. I shook my head again, more vehemently. "No!"
"It would help your sister. It is such a shame that they are going to take away their house. Where will they go? Your mother doesn't have room."
"You fuck." I couldn't stop the words, and he reached out and struck me again, and this time as I tumbled back the world went black around me, and my last thought was that I had to choose.
The money. Or Andrew.
Chapter Ten - Andrew
While I waited for the police to arrive at Jas's flat, I prowled around. I didn't touch anything, but I wanted to get more a flavor of who she was.
A workaholic - that was the overriding impression that I had. She was careful, clean, neat and obsessive.
I had suspected she was desperate to control all aspects of her life, but seeing her shoes laid out in color order, and her pristine kitchen, and her careful stack of books ranked by size, made me realize just how desperate she was. There would be a reason, I knew.
I told myself that she needed a Master. Someone like me, obviously, who could ease the burden. I could step in and take control for a little while, and allow her to relax.
If only it were that easy. I'd been around plenty of dungeons, and I'd indulged in lots of BDSM sex play, and I'd had some submissive girlfriends. Yet my relationship with Jas had the potential to be different and I wasn't quite sure what the difference was. I felt a greater responsibility and it made me both excited - and nervous.
I wasn't usually a nervous person.
I had never wanted to be a "lifestyler" and if I were completely honest, I wasn't sure if people really lived as Master and Slave or Dom and Sub all the time. Of course, some people said they did, but I couldn't quite comprehend it.
I wasn't sure what to do.
My musings were interrupted - to my relief - by the arrival of London's finest from the Metropolitan Police. It had taken them forty minutes, and they had sent a fat cop with egg on his chin and a PCSO - essentially a "plastic policeman" with limited powers. They wore the uniform and strolled around to make the public think there were more police around than there really were.
I explained the situation and they took some notes but they seemed unconcerned. I insisted that the signs of forced entry were worrisome but they shrugged.
An adult woman living alone was considered flighty. Who knew what such types got up to, it was implied.
By the time they left - a scant fifteen minutes after they had arrived - I was fuming. I didn't even have a crime reference number as they were not convinced a crime had taken place. It wasn't my accommodation so I could not insist there had been a break in.
The PCSO had been maddeningly patronizing. "She'll turn up again. They usually do. My missus once went off for a week. We'd had a row, you know. Huge argument. Plates smashed, the lot. Anyway. Let us know when she comes back. She can report the break-in to us. If there was. You'll probably find she's just had a bit of an upset. Some women, eh? Eh?"
I would have smacked his silly mouth if I could have done. I could only snarl at them and watch them walk away.
* * * *
I had made Jas's flat as secure as I could by calling out a late-night locksmith. It wasn't cheap but I was hardly short of cash. Then I made my way home, and spent a fitful and restless night.
I was able to contain myself until midday the following day, and then I broke. I rang the police and tried to establish what they were going to do. I had hoped that speaking to someone on the day
Oh Jeez. He wanted me to be some kind of spy? What, against his own son? I shook my head. "No. Just let me go."
"I believe that one million dollars is a not-inconsiderable sum."
I stopped. Everyone had their price, didn't they? I wasn't lacking money. But a million? Sure, a billion would be better. But a million …
No, no, no. I shook my head again, more vehemently. "No!"
"It would help your sister. It is such a shame that they are going to take away their house. Where will they go? Your mother doesn't have room."
"You fuck." I couldn't stop the words, and he reached out and struck me again, and this time as I tumbled back the world went black around me, and my last thought was that I had to choose.
The money. Or Andrew.
Chapter Ten - Andrew
While I waited for the police to arrive at Jas's flat, I prowled around. I didn't touch anything, but I wanted to get more a flavor of who she was.
A workaholic - that was the overriding impression that I had. She was careful, clean, neat and obsessive.
I had suspected she was desperate to control all aspects of her life, but seeing her shoes laid out in color order, and her pristine kitchen, and her careful stack of books ranked by size, made me realize just how desperate she was. There would be a reason, I knew.
I told myself that she needed a Master. Someone like me, obviously, who could ease the burden. I could step in and take control for a little while, and allow her to relax.
If only it were that easy. I'd been around plenty of dungeons, and I'd indulged in lots of BDSM sex play, and I'd had some submissive girlfriends. Yet my relationship with Jas had the potential to be different and I wasn't quite sure what the difference was. I felt a greater responsibility and it made me both excited - and nervous.
I wasn't usually a nervous person.
I had never wanted to be a "lifestyler" and if I were completely honest, I wasn't sure if people really lived as Master and Slave or Dom and Sub all the time. Of course, some people said they did, but I couldn't quite comprehend it.
I wasn't sure what to do.
My musings were interrupted - to my relief - by the arrival of London's finest from the Metropolitan Police. It had taken them forty minutes, and they had sent a fat cop with egg on his chin and a PCSO - essentially a "plastic policeman" with limited powers. They wore the uniform and strolled around to make the public think there were more police around than there really were.
I explained the situation and they took some notes but they seemed unconcerned. I insisted that the signs of forced entry were worrisome but they shrugged.
An adult woman living alone was considered flighty. Who knew what such types got up to, it was implied.
By the time they left - a scant fifteen minutes after they had arrived - I was fuming. I didn't even have a crime reference number as they were not convinced a crime had taken place. It wasn't my accommodation so I could not insist there had been a break in.
The PCSO had been maddeningly patronizing. "She'll turn up again. They usually do. My missus once went off for a week. We'd had a row, you know. Huge argument. Plates smashed, the lot. Anyway. Let us know when she comes back. She can report the break-in to us. If there was. You'll probably find she's just had a bit of an upset. Some women, eh? Eh?"
I would have smacked his silly mouth if I could have done. I could only snarl at them and watch them walk away.
* * * *
I had made Jas's flat as secure as I could by calling out a late-night locksmith. It wasn't cheap but I was hardly short of cash. Then I made my way home, and spent a fitful and restless night.
I was able to contain myself until midday the following day, and then I broke. I rang the police and tried to establish what they were going to do. I had hoped that speaking to someone on the day
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