Chapter 8: Oliver; His Sex Toy.

Jason*

"Yes, may I know you?" I asked an unfamiliar lady, my guards stood around her to keep her away from proceeding further.

She was somewhat lean, flat-chested with heavy makeup. Her appearance reminded me of a certain stripper I saw at a club.

She smiled often revealing her diastema, her eyes walked over my body constantly.

"I'm Aurora, the daughter of the former most famous Artist in the state. I lied about wanting to expose a secret, sir. I just wanted to meet with you. I'm interested in serving Mrs. Laura as her maid."

"You must be insane! Do I look like a kid to you?"

She fell to her knees and began begging.

"I thought it was the only way I will be permitted to meet with you." She said with pitiful eyes.

"Oscar! Throw this nincompoop outside the gate." I thought about saying that but I decided to be calm, today was my happy day.

"This is my house, not Mrs. Laura's. You may leave now, good luck to you at Mrs. Laura's."

I said without trying to be compassionate but my