I was a personal trainer and one of my clients was a wealthy middle age woman. She worked hard, watched her figure, she wasn’t hard on the eyes, she kind of looked like Norman’s mother on Bates motel. Her ex-husband had to let her keep the house, the Land Rover, and she had a healthy inheritance. She loved to party and was always getting me to score coke for her. So one day after a good workout session in her backyard, she asks me to hang around while she has a quick shower. When she finishes she’s wearing nothing but a yellow terry-cloth housecoat and it’s not tied very tight. She asks if I want to do some blow and have a drink, so I say “sure.” An hour later and we’re both feeling good and she says “why don’t you have a shower and I’ll make it worth your time.” I was conflicted, on the one hand, she was actually pretty hot and I was single then, on the other, she was a great customer and I wouldn’t want to lose a customer like that just because things got awkward. Anyway, long story short, she walks in on me showering, and we have hot, steamy orifice explorations. So later as I’m leaving she says “hold on a minute, goes to her purse and pulls out a wad of hundreds and fifties and pays me about $500, at first I actually said “that’s too much for a workout”, and she says “that’s for rocking my world.” Anyway, fast forward a bit and she slowly introduces me to a few of her friends, most of them are like her, well off, some married some not, they’re pretty much all good looking upper middle class ladies, and eventually I’m doing this on a daily basis, just racking up cash, getting gifts, one of them gave me a $5000 Balmain leather jacket that her son didn’t like, that sort of thing. So one day this customer asks if her husband can watch. They were a good looking couple, she had done some modelling when she was younger, a natural red head with long straight hair and stunning green eyes. Her husband looked like he played tennis, squash and golf when he wasn’t chairing board meetings. I’d never done anything “weird” at this point, she could tell I was hesitating so she says “$2000 of course, my husband really wants to make this happen.” So we do it, her husband was a little older than her, he sat on the corner of bed and watched, when I was done he explored his cipaille fetish. Anyway, so a month goes by, and I get a call from her, she says “my husband and I are into a little role playing this time, I need you to stop by Acme costume rentals on your way here, there’s a scary clown costume waiting for you at the counter. You’re to put it on before you come in through the back door, you have to creep up the back stairs, we’ll be in the bedroom, this time you have to tie my husband up. We’ll really make it worth your extra effort.” So, I play along, I waited until late so it would be dark, as I’m going up the stairs I see a coil of heavy silk rope with a prop butcher’s knife on it. As I go into their room I hear the husband say “Please don’t hurt us, please, you can do anything you want.” So I play along, I tell the husband to get on the floor on his knees, he was vibrating like a live wire in his silk pyjamas as I tied him up, he was almost ecstatic, groaning and moaning. Meanwhile his wife was playing her part “what are you going to do to me?” So I brandish the knife and tell her to get take off her nightie, then proceed to do her every way possible. She was totally into it, she got off multiple times and each time her hubby sounded like he was too. So anyway, as I think this is finished, her husband says “now what about me?” This was a new twist, it was crossing a line I never thought about before. He could see I was about to tell him “I don’t do that”, when he says “I’ll pay you a lot of money to make this come true.” This guy was really rich, his version of a lot of money wasn’t going to be a joke… so I asked him how much? He looked me right in the eyes and says “Treefiddy!” I said “God Dammit Loch Ness Monster, I ain’t want no treefiddy.”