RUE "You didn't have to have me fetched by a limousine!" Tysha exclaimed on the other end of the call. I could practically sense the embarrassment radiating through the phone as she spoke. I couldn't help but smirk; I had orchestrated this whole spectacle, and it was playing out just as I'd intended. She called me right after stepping into the car, and my driver didn't hold back in giving me the rundown on just how red Tysha turned due to sheer embarrassment. "What? Can't you just be grateful that someone fetched you?" I replied, feigning innocence as if humiliating her wasn't part of the plan. Deep down, I reveled in the success of my little scheme. "Thanks, but if this is going to be our setup every time, I'd rather book an Uber," Tysha sighed from the other end of the line. Her tone held a mix of annoyance and resignation, but I could tell she wasn't entirely serious. Despite her protests, a part of her probably acknowledged the absurdity of the situation. I chuckled, enjoying

RUE "Damn, I'm tired," I uttered, recovering from my fit of laughter, and rested my back on the couch. "You're tired of laughing, just say," Tysha commented, irritation still evident in her voice. I rose from leaning and smirked. "It's because I wasn't informed you're a little comedic!" I reasoned out. I then shifted my focus to the bottle of whiskey I was drinking before she arrived, picked up my glass, and sipped on my leftover whiskey. "You want some?" I offered to Tysha, noticing she was watching me. "What is that?" she asked. "Whiskey." "Yeah. I think I'm gonna need a glass of that." I chuckled at her response, and in the end, I poured her a glass of whiskey. A few moments passed between us, and I noticed she kept glancing at the balcony of my place. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she finally asked, "We're taking a break, right? Can I take a look at your balcony?" There was no reason to forbid her, so I nodded. "Go ahead." She smiled, excitement evident in

TYSHA In bed, looking at the ceiling, my body felt tired from the whiskey and the unexpected things that happened that night. I kept thinking about what happened - the background check, the deep talks, and the surprising moments of opening up. It was a mix of moments I didn't expect. This job, which I started not knowing what to expect, turned out to be a strange journey of feelings and connections. As I lay there, thinking about the unexpected turns, I wondered: is tonight a glimpse into a new way of life, or just a strange twist in my unusual career? Sleep was hard to find as I thought about how unclear everything felt. You know, usually, I'm quick to be turned off by handsome guys who carry an air of arrogance and a bad attitude. It's a major "ick" for me, and once that switch flips, their good looks lose their charm. But tonight, something shifted with Rue. He managed to win back a bit of my respect. I just hope this newfound normalcy between us isn't short-lived, and he keeps t

TYSHA "Where should we put this, Ma’am?" asked one of the helpers, lugging my newly purchased sofa. "Put it in the living room, please," I directed, offering a polite smile. After my father found the perfect house for the three of us, we decided to move in once Mama was out of the hospital. Now, I've been busy buying new appliances to spruce up our home, and the helpers were in the midst of transferring them. While overseeing the process, I focused on talking to Barra on the phone. She called, seeking updates about my first session with Rue, and I couldn't help but recall how she unintentionally embarrassed me by gifting such fancy lingerie. "Girl, continue your story. Why are you saying I embarrassed you?" Barra asked, her excitement evident in her voice. I took a deep breath, reliving the moment. "So, you remember that lingerie you insisted on choosing for me? Well, let's just say it had quite an impact," I started. "Impact? What happened?" "Rue burst into laughter the momen

RUE “What's with the outfit?” I furrowed my brow instinctively as I greeted Tysha at the door, noticing her dressed in scarcely anything. As we prepared for our next session following our visit to my sister's house last week, I couldn't help but wonder if Tysha had crafted a thoughtful plan for our lessons. Was this her idea? “This is our lesson for today,” Tysha reasoned out. I raised an eyebrow. Eventually, I allowed her into my penthouse, despite her attire—a red corset top that left little to the imagination, paired with a black leather super mini skirt. The only nod to decency was a coat she wore. Her hair was gathered in a messy bun, revealing her long neck and defined jaw structure. She's prepared this time, huh? Let’s see then. When we reached my living room, she eventually removed her coat, revealing more of her big booty with the mini skirt, emphasizing her hourglass shape. I noticed Tysha blushing when she caught me checking her out. I didn't mind, but she continued