So i am dismissed. Or rather: Thrown out at seven in the morning, with a quick peck on the cheek. "Come back Saturday, my apartment needs to be cleaned."
Yeah, sure thing, that apartment will be one hell of a mess with nobody being here the whole week... Besides, there are cleaning ladies which would be eager to do the job.
I'm upset and confused, Charon was so caring and nice yesterday and now she's back to treating me like a cheap fuckbuddy again. "Come and do this and that and then, maybe, if i feel like you deserve it, you may eat my pussy." And i would, oh yes, i would be between her legs in a flash and do as she tells me.
The whole week i play with the idea of not going Saturday, wait till she comes to me. But she can't, as far as i know she just knows my name is Zoe and that's it. So she couldn't even contact me if she wanted to. But i'm not sure whether she would do that.
I could call her, i've got her full name, adress, phone number, everything. I didn't sneak around when i cleaned her apartment, it was all written on the bill from her phone company which was lying on the kitchen counter. All i had to do was safe it on my own cellphone.
I think about calling her on Wednesday, but decide against it. Instead i meet Nicole and of course she wants to know everything.
"You see, she treats me like a fuckbuddy, but that's not what i'm looking for. I want someone who loves me the way i love her. All that serving and obeying stuff and the kinky sex is nice, great, even, but not what i'm looking for."
"Maybe that's the way to her heart, to be such a good slave that she realizes you're the one" Nicole says.
"You sound as if she hired you to make me submit to her" i laugh.
She giggles "yeah, i get to fuck her for a weekend if i make sure you don't run! You should go Saturday, maybe call her on the phone and let her know you'll be there. And why not just enjoy the sex, leave out the feelings?"
"You know i can't do that, besides it's too late now to leave out the feelings anyway."
"Yeah, I guess it is." And then she says in all sobriety "you know, I would really like to watch you two go at each other" and leaves me utterly speechless.

In the end i don't call Charon. I just do my job during the day, go home, eat, go to bed and rub my pussy raw, thinking of her.
Saturday morning i get up early, take a bath, shave my pussy and dress to kill. Yeah, dressed to kill, as if i'm fooling someone here. If anyone gets "killed" it will very likely be me.

Once again i'm exactly on time, and this time she opens the door at the first ring.