It was about 9 p.m. one Friday evening. I was headed home from yet another late night at the law firm at which I work as a legal aide. I was walking through one of Washington D.C.'s upscale restaurant and bar areas. I noticed two women walking up the sidewalk towards me. Both were well dressed, perfectly made up and walked with the confidence of Washington's typical well-paid, well-educated, over-achieving powerful elite. One had striking long blonde hair. The other had stylishly-cut, short brown hair. I watched them as they approached. As they neared, I noticed that in addition to their well-tailored business suits and perfect shoes, they both were extraordinarily attractive and had to be hiding beautiful bodies beneath their business clothes.
Just as we were about to pass, I was knocked out of my mesmerized stupor when I heard the brown-haired one say under her breath, "How about that one?"
The blonde very quickly looked me up and down, her eyes flashing, and imperceptibly nodded and said, "Yep."
With that, the women stopped about five feet in front of me, blocking my progress down the sidewalk. Both women were looking right at me as I approached, stopped and said somewhat sheepishly, "Hello?...." The brown haired woman spoke first. She was direct and talked quickly, as if she was in a hurry.
"We have a business proposition for you. We would like to hire you to work for us for 24 hours, starting Saturday at noon and continuing until Sunday at noon. If you agree, we will pay you $5,000, cash."
Well, this was interesting, I thought.
She continued, "We want you to be at our every beck and call. This means you must do whatever we ask of you. Nothing we will ask will entail anything illegal, dangerous or against your will. However, I want to be clear. For those 24 hours, you will do what we say. You will wear what we ask you to wear. If we want you naked, you will be naked. If we ask you to serve us wine and crackers, you will do so. If we ask you to visit the grocery store to buy a gallon of milk, you will do so. Anything we ask of you, you will do. Should you be asked to do something that you are not comfortable doing, you may opt not to complete the task. In that event, we will give you $1,000 and you may leave. If you decide to serve us for the full 24 hours, you will be given 50 $100 bills at noon on Sunday and we will go our separate ways. Interested?"
When she finished talking, I managed to get out, "I am interested." I assumed the discussion would continue from there, but the blonde pulled out a piece of paper from her purse, handed it to me and off they went, heels clicking on the brick sidewalk, well-proportioned hips swaying in tasteful, but well-fitting business skirts.
I looked down on the paper. It had the name, suite number and address of an upscale downtown hotel. The only other writing on the paper was, "Noon. Tomorrow."
The Great Unknown
I stuck the paper in my pocket and began to replay our one-sided conversation over and over again in my head. What was this all about? The sexual overtones of their proposal were unmistakable. How smart was it to even consider this? As I worked to reason my way through the pros and cons of actually showing up, I knew in the back of my mind there is no way I wouldn't show up. I believed the brunette when she said I could walk away anytime. This might be very, very interesting.
Saturday morning I went through my usual morning routine. I was very anxious with anticipation of what my afternoon and evening would hold. To calm my anxiety, I took a good long run along the National Mall. Once back home, I showered, put on my usual Saturday uniform, jeans, t-shirt and a causal dress shirt, and off I went for my short-term job.
Once at the hotel, my heart was really beating hard. What would they ask me to do? Did they just want someone to wait on them hand and foot? Give them massages? Take out their trash?
I knocked on the door of suite 900, one of two doors on the ninth and top floor of the hotel. The brunette answered the door. She was again well dressed. This time in a casual summer skirt and linen shirt tied at the waist. "Come in. Thanks for coming," she said.
With that, I entered an amazing top floor suite. Big windows provided unobstructed views of Washington's landmarks, the Potomac River and seemingly thousands of roof tops across the city. The suite was huge. A big sitting room gave way to a kitchen and what must have been two bedrooms.
The brunette took me by the hand and walked me toward the kitchen where I could see the blonde getting something out of the refrigerator. My name is Kara," said the brunette. "This is Suz," she said pointing at the blonde.
I introduced myself as I accepted a seltzer water offered by Suz.
"Here's the deal. It's just about noon. Once noon rolls around, you are ours. You will be our servant in every way. Anything we ask, you comply. Anything we request, you do. Agreed?"
"Agreed," I replied.
They looked at each other, smiled and said in unison, "Okay."
The digital clock on the microwave turned from 11: 59 to 12:00.
"Alright," the blonde said. "You're ours."