After swinging, I tell Sir, “I feel like a whore.”

“Whores get paid.” Seeing I’m not amused, he adds, “But seriously, I was so fucking proud of you for making that guy bust his nut under three minutes. You could take twenty guys in an hour—more if you gave blowjobs at the same time. You’d make a fortune.”

“And you’d be my pimp?” I scoff.

“Nah, I’d be your regular, spending my entire salary on you every month.”

“Want to put your money where your mouth is?”

Sir grins. “Only if you promise to make it worth every cent.”