Paying Your Debt

It was storming outside, one of those typical summer thunder storms with the crash of thunder and torential rain pouring down. I was trying to make my way to the home after a long day at work, but it was did not appear it was going to happen quickly.

A stupid SUV comes sliding by and spraying my car in water so bad I can’t see for a second and my heart is racing by the time I see the car in front of me. I slide into the bumper and it appears neither car is damaged but I sit there as they sit there. Guess I will get out of the car. I take off my silk jacket to try to save it from the storm and reach for my umbrella behind me. It is dangerous to get out in this weather and I have second thoughts and throw the umbrella in the back seat again. I see the brake lites go off and the flashers begin so I do the same. The car moves forward and I decide perhaps I should follow the car to the next exit.

The driver must have the same idea because they are taking the exit slowly and I am following. This is not a good section of the freeway, I realize because there isn’t anything around but vacant office buildings. I follow as he takes us into a parking garage out of the rain. Great Idea I am thinking. I get out of my car first and move to the front of it to look at my car and see no damage. I look at his and don’t really see any either.

Suddenly the car door opens and out steps a man in a suit about 6’2, dark complexion and actually nice looking. Wouldn’t you know it I have hit this guy that is so good looking that I can feel the excitement grow between my legs. He is looking at the back of his car.

“Do you have insurance?” he ask.

“Yes, but it doesn’t apear to be anything wrong with your suburban’s bumper. If I can help it I would really prefer not to file on my insurance,” I say.

Looking at me with beautiful dark blue eyes he looks me over and then finally speaks. “I would feel safer knowing if something happens later that I can file a claim for the damages. Now do you want to share the information or do we need a mediator?”

“Fine, let me go get the information for you.” I am moving as I speak to the back of the car and getting the purse when I feel him upon me. I turn around to see him looking down at me. For the first time I remember I had taken off my silk jacket and am standing there in a skimpy chemise. His eyes seem to be undressing me.

“Tell you what, do you have anything to barder with for the cost of possible repairs?”

I am taken back at first then begin to calculate the savings I will have on my insurance premium if I don’t have to file. “I don’t know what I could barder. I teach school so I can tutor, I am good with technology so I could do some computer work, I enjoy cooking so I could offer you that too, what did you have in mind for payment?

“Would you be willing to be my slave for as long as it takes for the bill to be paid?”

“Slave in what since?”

“You would be required to do as you are told and service me any way I desire.”

I am a bit taken back, “you have to be kidding?”

“No, we can make arrangements for your initial punishment for running into the back of my car right now. Then you will serve me for the rest of this storm and until we both agree the debt is paid in full. If you fail to fulfill the contract then I will file on your insurance. Does that sound fair?”

All kinds of thoughts are running through my mind. What if this is a crazy person. How can I protect myself and still not have to pay this man any cash? “Okay, but I will call someone to tell them your license number and where we are in case something happens.”

“Of course I would expect you to protect yourself.”

I reach back into my purse for my phone.