The economy had collapsed. That's what drove me to do it.
With 33 million newly unemployed people in the past 2 months, jobs were hard to find. I saw an ad that promised $1,000 for a day's work. I know, you're thinking "too good to be true". But with my bank account running low, I went in for an interview.
Some of the questions were a bit odd, but the woman doing the interviewing had on a mask and stayed a good 10 feet from me. I was wearing my mask, too. Afterwards, we bowed to each other - no handshake right now - and I was directed to wait in a small anteroom, alone.
A glass box suddenly descended from the ceiling, trapping me inside, and a purple vapor filled it. I passed out within seconds.
***
"Uhhhhhgggghhh. Where am I?"
I regained consciousness and slowly got my brain to start back up. I was in a room I didn't recognize. It appeared to be a bedroom. I had been relieved of my clothes and possessions.
And there was a collar, padded to avoid discomfort, around my neck. A thin but strong line was attached to it, with the other end attached to a large steel ring in the ceiling. I couldn't reach that high and it looked like it was pretty secure, anyway. I made a brief effort to detach the collar or break the line, but no dice.
There was a fully equipped bathroom attached to the bedroom. I performed a necessary function, then showered, dried off, and brushed my teeth. I had hoped the water would weaken the line or the collar, but no such luck.
An old woman entered the bedroom. And I do mean old. I'm 28 and she looked like she was my grandmother's age.
"Hello there, dearie. I was wondering when you would wake up. I'm Charlotte. And you must be Tim."
"Um, yes, I am. Would you mind telling me what's going on, Charlotte?"
"Of course, hon. See, my husband died a year ago. We were married straight out of high school. Fifty-one happy years, but nothing lasts forever. And since there aren't a lot of young men who would be interested in a 70-year-old woman, I decided to buy you. This way I get to have fun in bed with a hot young stud."
Charlotte slipped off her robe, leaving her as naked as me, and licked her lips in a suggestive manner.
"What do you mean, you `bought' me?"
"A friend of mine showed me this nifty web site on... I think she called it the `dark web'. Since she was placing an order for a young man to service her, I decided while I was at her house to place one as well. Cost me 20 grand, but my husband left a five million dollar life insurance policy when he died."
That explained some of the odd questions during the interview.
"They said I had to wait a week, because they wanted to test you and make sure you were disease-free. I thought that was fair. Sure enough, eight days after I placed the order, you were delivered."
My brain was still trying to process all this.
"What day is it?"
"June 3."
It had been May 26 when I went in for the interview.
"I'm hungry."
I would deal with the situation later. Right now, I needed time to sort things out.
"You just sit down on the bed, dear. I'll go cook up a meal."
I sat down on the bed, first picking a novel off the bookshelf. I read the first two chapters before the smell of food broke my concentration. Charlotte was back.
"Eat, Tim. You'll need your energy."
Charlotte had brought two plates and set them up on a small table. I dug in. The scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and sliced fruit, washed down with juice, was exactly what I needed.
"Lie down on the bed, dearie. I'll be back in a moment."
She cleared the plates and glasses and returned two minutes later. She slowly turned in a circle, so I could see every inch of her naked flesh. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was pure white, and her pubic area was hairless. She was maybe about five-foot-two, with small breasts that fit her slim frame. She had a tiny paunch, but only teenagers have washboard-flat stomachs. She had just enough ass to grab ahold of.
I'm about six feet tall, toned, trim, with military-style black hair and strong legs. When erect, my cock is decently thick and about seven inches long. I probably had twice as much mass as Charlotte, all of it muscle.
She climbed onto the bed with me. "How good are you at kissing, sweetie?"
"Um..."
