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Silas Rodriguez is told by his parents to get a job to pay for the fancy school that he wants to attend out of state. He reluctantly agrees, checking out the local listings online. When he comes across an ad looking for a sexy house cleaner, the payMoreSilas Rodriguez is told by his parents to get a job to pay for the fancy school that he wants to attend out of state. He reluctantly agrees, checking out the local listings online. When he comes across an ad looking for a sexy house cleaner, the pay rate more than reasonable for the position, he figures it might be just the job he was looking for.Mature readers only. 7,000 words.--Excerpt--The house was as modern and sleek on the inside as it was on the exterior. The area was large and empty, but at the same time seemed outrageously expensive. All of the light fixtures appeared to be custom pieces, and there were a few strange paintings on the wall that Silas knew didn’t come from one of those home decorating stores. He figured that this man had to be some kind of stock broker or high-level executive. Mr. Clark was good looking—and could easily be classified as sexy—so Silas guessed that the man got his rocks off by hiring people like himself instead of dating like the rest of the general population.“Would you like something to drink before you start?” Asked Mr. Clark. “Water, juice, soda, beer?”“No, that’s okay. Thanks,” Silas responded. “I could just get going if you like.”“Sure, sure. No problem.”Mr. Clark led him through the foyer until they eventually reached a lavish kitchen with granite countertops and a marble floor. On the ground was a metal bucket filled with soapy water, a brush, and a large sponge.“Do the floors?” Silas asked, reaching to pull his shirt off.Mr. Clark placed a hand on Silas’, keeping him from disrobing. “Not yet,” he mentioned. “Just get on your hands and knees, and wash. I want to see that floor sparkling.”Intrigued, Silas did as he wished and got down on all fours to begin the task of scrubbing. He didn’t think that he would have to do such strenuous work, but found that he actually didn’t mind it so much. He wondered why Mr. Clark had initially told him to wear his clothes as he worked. Two eyes followed him as he progressed along, though, so Silas assumed that it might have had something to do with Mr. Clark wanting to ‘use his imagination.’ The idea of being a high-powered executive’s wet dream turned him on as he brushed his way around the floor. What was Mr. Clark looking at, Silas wondered? His ass? His body in general? Did he like the idea of bossing someone around and watching his perfect body scrub dirt from stone?Silas could hear Mr. Clark gently moan from behind him. He guessed that he had his answer.Mature readers only. 7,000 words.