Chapter 34: A Price List
"Max, I’m glad you’re here." She took his hand and led him directly to the bedroom.
When Max entered, he stopped in his tracks. What he saw was definitely not what he expected. He was thinking that since they might have sex, she would want him to wine and dine her or something.
But this, this was not what he signed up for. Or maybe he did.
He reminded himself that he was therapy dick and he needed to read his contract again. This must just be a part of being therapy dick. All the cameras in the room were definitely not for what he thought they were there for.
He cleared his throat, hiding the ugly expression. "Lily, what’s with all the cameras?" He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"The cameras?" She turned to them. "Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I was thinking that we could try something new today. And because of what I want to try, we need the cameras. Do you feel weird about it?"
He shook his head. If he didn’t shake it, he was almost certain he wouldn’t be able to continue today. He really needed to take the time to look at his contract again. If this camera thing is involved, he needs to get more money for this. He didn’t sign up to be a porn star.
Liliana let go of Max’s hand and made her way over to the bed. She picked up a sheet of paper.
"Here, this is what I want us to try."
Max looked at the paper. What he saw made his eye twitch. He was always looking at the money in his account and fantasizing. Thinking that he was rich.
Well, now he knows what real wealth looks like.
She gestured for him to sit beside her on the sofa. "The first time you signed the contract. This was the ending we were all hoping for. I hope that today, we could do it."
"The list in your hand is the list of positions I was hoping we could try. This was why I was asking you to come over from Friday to Saturday. I’m not certain how I will react to doing any of them, so I wanted to have some variety."
Max scrolled the list; most of the positions had her on top. It was understandable. This way she had control, and should anything happen, she had the freedom to move.
He looked at the prices; an eyebrow raised. A reverse cowgirl could net him $10,000, but missionary was $45,000. For the umpteenth time, he reminded himself he was therapy dick.
The ones with her on top are cheaper because she can move. Max knew about her condition. The ones with him on top are higher because they’re paying the medical bill in advance.
She continued. "And the prices quoted are correct. We made sure that everything was done according to standard."
"Whose standard?" Max couldn’t help asking.
Liliana’s face turned red when he asked. Max was now completely curious about whose standard they used.
She cleared her throat. "It’s the standard for top male escorts."
Max’s jaw clenched, then released. He looked back at the prices and pursed his lips.
Whatever. It’s not like I’m much better than an escort at this point. Doing this can pay off the debts I have. Plus we’re two consenting adults. After this, I don’t have to see her again.
He thought back to Rebecca as well, and the urge to pay off everything and never see these women again surged inside him. He suddenly had so much fighting spirit that his dick reacted.
"So," he said slowly. "I’m getting top-ranked prices. Are you planning to do all of this for the two nights?" He leaned in, running his tongue along her earlobe.
"Max, this is serious."
He moved closer, his voice dropping. "I am being serious. You want me to do all these things with you. Don’t tell me that just thinking about it you aren’t even a little wet right now."
He dragged his hand along her thigh and felt her shiver. She gripped his hand firmly when he almost touched her core.
"Not yet," his voice came out softer, shaky. She cleared her throat and moved away from him. "We need to talk about the cameras first."
Max eyed them; he didn’t forget about it. He just wanted to ignore them as much as he could. He leaned back, relaxed on the sofa. His tone was no longer playful.
"Okay, tell me about them."
Seeing him so at ease, it made Liliana feel less nervous.
"The cameras are for the elders and my doctor. They need to see what we’ve done to know my progress is real. So after we’re done, they watch it. Are you okay with that?"
"You said," Max leaned forward. He steepled his fingers. "Your elders will be watching this, after we’re done?"
What kind of batshit crazy family is this? They want to watch their own younger generation have sex. And she seems totally fine with it. Saying it so casually, Max almost thought they had done something like this before.
"Yes, both they and my doctor need to see what happened so we know how my treatment is progressing. If it’s better after we’re done. then the contract ends here. If not, we may need to do this a few more times and try different positions"
"And you’re fine with this?"
She nodded decisively.
Max glanced at the camera and back to her. He shrugged his shoulders.
"As long as the videos don’t go any further than the necessary people, I don’t mind."
Her eyes lit up when she heard that.
"They won’t. There are only four people who will ever see this."
"Okay," Max replied, not sure whether this was a good thing or a mistake.
But he looked at the list again and couldn’t help but feel a hint of anticipation.
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