All parties involved are over 18 years of age, all acts described are between adults.
"Wait what? Why do I have to do your laundry now? I get the blanket, but all of it? I didn't agree to that."
My setup with Sir had been going on for a few weeks now, without any major breaks.
"Cuz you're the one getting good dick, makes sense for you to pay for it."
Couple times a week. Which was nice, honestly.
"But you're getting off too, more often than I am..."
Half of which were now at Sir's request.
"But you really think mine are as good as yours? I'm not the one having sissygasms, because I'm not a sissy. And I'm not the one making a mess."
I blushed.
"Okay...but..."
"And I know I'm not making a mess because everytime I cum you take it."
I got even redder.
"Plus I go to classes and workout and play for the school. I have less time, I want this done, and you have time, you get what you want, and I can find someone else who will happily do it."
"No, I mean I can..."
"And you're a sissy. Don't you enjoy doing laundry?"
"Well, I don't really..."
"That settles it. It's all in that hamper. Fold it, too. Like the blanket."
"Sigh, right, Sir."
It wasn't that much of an ask, I guessed. I already had been doing the blanket with my laundry for a bit. I used to think people would notice how odd it was that I was on the wrong floor, or constantly doing laundry, but mainly people kept to themselves. They were so caught up in their own college experience that they couldn't see the small things.
While doing the load, I was on my phone, waiting to finish the laundry. Since I had been seeing Sir, I hadn't been checking to see if I had anymore responses to my ad, and since it was over a couple months old, I didn't figure there would be any. But, to my surprise, I got a notification. I had been ignoring most of them since I had been seeing Sir, but getting one so late I was curious.
"Hey, sissy.
I will be in your town in about a week. I'll be at a hotel, and definitely will need some entertainment that night. You should come on by. I know what it's like being a student, and I can make it worth your while."
I felt similar to the way I did when I read Sir's message, but was conflicted. I mean, for sure it was different, this was an older man, and at a hotel no less, sounded kinda sketchy. But it's a one-and-done, I guessed, since he was traveling. The sissy comment, I didn't know if I just hated that, or it was a good sign, only the men who used the term seemed to be able to give me what I wanted. Then, did I even want to? I didn't really like the setup I had with Sir, he was a pain, but he was reliable. And lastly, what did he mean worth my while? I figure he means he can deliver on a sissygasm, but was that it? He mentioned being a college student... so was he willing to pay? I didn't need money, my expenses were taken care of, but spending money would be great.
What's the harm in responding? I don't have to go.
"What brings you to town, sir? What did you have in mind?"
