The next morning we left with all of my clothes. I started to think that maybe I'd rent out my house, but another part of me recognized that this whole situation might end in a week or two. I really liked Andrea but I also could see what was going on. She was like my ultimate fantasy in real life. She knew I wanted to be dominated and I knew she wanted me to pay for her rent. At the time I really felt I was using her....but as if find out soon enough, I was the one being used and owned. She might have been a poor hick, but she was a lot smarter than she let on.
We pulled into her place late morning. As you may recall from chapter 1, the main house in the front was attached to the garage shop where customers cars were worked on (mostly by Ray who owned the business). Andreas spot was a little in-law type apartment in the back.
We carried my three suitcases inside. She was only 30-45 minutes away from my house so we knew we could go back anytime for more stuff. We walked into her apartment and a wave of cigarette smell hit my nose. I had forgotten what a dump this place was. Very low class. Ashtrays every where, and it really didn't seem that clean.
It was a two bedroom apartment. Andrea had me use the guest room closets to store my clothes, since her room was full of her clothes.
By noon we had finished and we sat down to have a drink of water.
"Well, I guess you're all moved in."
"Yep! Sooooo what now?"
"Ha! I'll tell you what now. I want you to get to work cleaning this place. I need to go over to talk to Ray about work stuff. When I come back I want to see everything nice and pretty. If you do that, you might just get lucky tonight."
I could feel my dick start to swell against my cage. I said ok and got to work after she left. I mopped and cleaned the kitchen as thoroughly as I could. I then worked on the bathrooms. These took me 3 hours. I couldn't believe how dirty they were. By the time I had finished up the living room she came home.
"Wow!" She seemed genuinely happy. She inspected each room and then said she needed to take a shower.
When she came out she wore skimpy cotton shorts and a white t-shirt and no bra.
"Come to the bedroom John. I'm giving you a reward."
I walked in and she was standing there. She looked incredibly sexy.
"Get on the bed and lay down." I did and she then took my clothes off and unlocked my cage. She then started to stroke my dick with two fingers.
"Are you happy to be here?" She asked.
"Ya, I am. It's really cool that we're going to ....mmmm....live together." Her fingers felt so good.
"That's good sweetie. I'm happy too. For now, I expect you to Venmo $2000 every third Friday. I don't want to have to ask for it. This is our rent. Understand?"
"Ahhh. Yes." I couldn't help but moan. My dick was so hard.
She then stopped and got up.
"I want you to cum for me tonight. Your treat is over here." She walked over to her dirty laundry basket. All that was in it was the outfit she had worn that day before taking a shower. The clothes she had packed and unpacked in, and then worked in. "You can pick any item - but only one - and hand it to me. Pick something you know willl make you cum, little one."
I saw her dirty socks, tight spandex type shorts, and thong underwear. I couldn't decide. As I was about to reach in to choose she pushed me aside.
"Too fuckin' slow. Next time don't take so long." She reached in and grabbed her socks. "Get back on the bed, in your back."
She then laid right next to me. "Start jerking yourself." I did. She then took her dirty sock and shoved it into my face, covering my mouth and nose.
"How do these smell? You're such a perv. It's gonna make this arrangement so easy. Doesn't take much to get that cum out of your little balls. Fuckin' perv!" She then pushed the sock hard into my mouth.
I could taste dirt but also they were still slightly damp from her sweat that day. I stroked fast and hard. She pushed harder and the smell was overwhelming. Before I knew it, cum squirted out of me and all over my chest.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I moaned.
She laughed.
"Oh my god you ARE a perv! I know you like my feet but I really didn't think my socks would do it. Good boy." She kissed me on the cheek. "Now clean up."
I cleaned up, she locked me, and we slept. Laying there post orgasm I remember thinking that I'd probably have to call it all off after about a week. I mean, this was absurd. What was I? Sort of a boyfriend? I felt more like a money slave. She wasn't even using me for sex. It was a once in a lifetime thing, so why not enjoy it? I could just leave anytime I want the fantasy to be over.
Or so I thought. The moment I started to actually get anxiety was the next morning when I looked outside and no longer saw my jeep. As I cooked breakfast - Andrea had requested coffee and scrambled eggs, which quickly became a daily chore -- I asked her about the jeep.
"Oh, I don't know." She said casually. "I think Ron is using it for something."
"Ron?? I mean...that's my car."
"No, it's not your car. It's OUR car and I told him he could use it when he needed to."
"Oh." I guess it didn't matter much. But I remember getting anxiety because that was my only form of transportation if I had decided to leave.
As we sat eating breakfast we didn't talk much. Andrea wasn't much of a talker anyway, but she was going over bills and other paper work for the mechanic business.
"I really don't want to be doing this job forever, I'll tell ya that."
"Don't like it?"
"Fuck no. Who likes to work?" She got up and put on her sandals. "I'm going over now to get the day going." The front "office" was basically the kitchen in the front house where Ron lived.
"After you clean up the kitchen, start on the laundry."
The laundry? I wasn't about to become a maid.
"What??" I asked.
"Please? Do you want a reward again?" I felt my dick in my cage.
"Well...ya."
"Plus, what else are you doing?? I'm the one going to work. You need to help out around here."
"But your laundry basket isn't even full!"
"I know. I do Rons laundry too. The washer and dryer are in the back. His laundry is always right at the back door of his house, outside his bedroom. Grab it, wash it, and fold it. Then bring it back. I promise I'll do something special for you tonight."
Before I could protest, she walked out. What the fuck was I doing. As I got up, though, I started to feel horny. Maybe I'd really get something special for doing this?
I went over to the house through the back door and grabbed Ron's large laundry basket. I got back to my new apartment and began to separate the colors from the whites. I had done a lot of laundry in college. He had the usually stuff - white t shirts, jeans, all greasy from his job. His boxer briefs made me gag. They were huge. I figured he must have a big package. As I sifted through it all I suddenly paused. Right in the middle of the pile was a womans thong and bra. What the fuck? Was this Andrea's? First I was angry but then I remembered that it could have been anyone's. Maybe he has a girlfriend? I sniffed them. I could have sworn they smelled like Andrea. I threw it in to wash.
It was a long boring day but eventually I folded everything and placed it back at Ron's house. Since I was over there already I decided to walk around to the front kitchen and visit with Andrea. She seemed happy to see me.
"All done?"
"Yep! Thought I'd go hang out and watch a movie or something."
"While I sit here and work?"
"Oh....uhhh...well what do you want me to do?"
"You can help. See these?" She pointed to a pile of payment statements. She then proceeded to show me how to enter them into a spreadsheet she had set up on an old computer. It was a desktop which sat on the kitchen table. I figured why not and sat next to her and began inputting numbers while she took customer calls and worked on other things.
About an hour into this, Ron burst through the front door. He was very sweaty and greasy from working. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer and opened it. He looked at Andrea.
"Laundry done? By the way, that Ford is all done so let them know." Ron said.
"Ok sounds good. Yes, laundry is all done."
"Good. I need to change my shirt." Ron then walked out of the kitchen toward his bedroom. As I sat there I thought about how Andrea's voice and general demeanor changed with Ron. With him she didn't seem dominant at all. And sounded and acted like a little girl. It was weird.
Ron came back with a new t shirt on. His pecks nearly burst through the t-shirt. He looked at me.
"what's your name? John? Go put everything in my drawers. You left it all on the cabinet. Andrea, I'm cleaning up now and I'm done for the day. Make sure you call them about that Ford before you finish up. Don't forget."
"I won't! I'll do it now. Bye Ron!"
He left and I sat there frozen. Why was he telling me what to do? I felt dumb enough just having done his fucking laundry. Before I could come to any conclusion Andrea looked at me and said,
"John! Go do it. I should have told you that he likes his stuff in his drawers once it's folded. That's my fault. Just go do it, quickly. Then I'll see you back at the apartment. Ok?"
"Sure." Her panicking made ME nervous so I went and did it. Still, I felt ridiculous. I couldn't stop thinking about how she sounded so scared and submissive. Like the opposite of how she sounded when it was just us. In fact, as soon as she got back home she was her dominant self again. So I asked her about it.
