"You can earn more money at least," I told him sarcastically as Alex gave me a puzzled look. "The dates you go on as a girl." I said to him. "You'll be able to replace what you can't find by the end of the week, won't you?"
Alex stared at me. "You could date like me as well," he said slowly, which stunned me all through by thin body, his eyes running up and down me as if judging what kind of girl I would be, "and make some money for yourself. You could do what I do just as easily as I do. In fact, Master John was asking me if I had a friend in my last session with him. He'd love the fact that you don't know a thing and he could train you from scratch."
"Train me as what?" I asked Alex, who flushed a little then.
"As a sissy maid," Alex said then. I went way past stunned to absolutely flabbergasted and angry that he could suggest such a thing to me. "Master John like to discipline his girlei maids. He's a dominant and, though he prefers to dominate woman, he finds me 'intriguing', he said. He asked me if there were any more like me that I knew who would come to him to be trained with me. I thought of you, and you always needing money, but didn't say anything. He's really generous and, oh yes, he can hardly move most days when his legs are bad."
"I couldn't..." I began, my stomach threatening to rise in rebellion as I listened to my roommate talk.
.......
In a week, I was desperate and had to get money to eat, something else besides Kraft dinner and the occasional hotdog. I approached Alex again for another loan and the bastard refused me.
"You can earn it," Alex said to me then as sarcastically as I had spoken to him.
"You mean like you do?" I gasped.
"Sure," said Alex. "Why not?"
I held out for nearly another week....