Micro Monday, Flash Fiction
The Light in the Room
I’m always on time for her
She’s rich.
She won the lottery or sold her start-up to Facebook. I’m not sure. Every time I ask her, the story is different. She’s so creative. It shows in the scenarios she thinks of for our sexual role-plays.
She hired me for the size of my cock.
I don’t have a big cock, but I have the right one for the job.
The job offer sounded strange; someone was looking for a human solar clock. I am not much into artsy-fartsy bullshit, but I needed the money, and they didn’t ask for references or a motivation letter, only for pictures. I can’t write much, but I can take pictures. Especially dick pics. I already had quite a few on my phone. And that’s all the pics they wanted.
I arrived at her place one late morning in November for the final interview. With an appreciative nod, she greeted me; and asked if I could get naked right away because she was in a hurry for an appointment with her tax lawyer.
I’m not one to refuse such an invitation.
“Could you lie down here, please?” she asked, showing me a spot delimited by a small square on the floor in the middle of her gigantic living room. There was a couch on the south side…
