David gave a slight startle at hearing someone call to him when he was still high on the ladder, but it was imperceptible to the eye. His eyes shot around to find that same young woman from yesterday standing there looking up at him.<em>Shit... what now?</em>he thought inwardly, assuming this was nothing but trouble coming his way, but to his shock she was surprisingly friendly and invited him to have a beer. Regardless of what she had to say, a beer sounded nice to combat this sweltering heat.<br/><br/><strong>"A beer sounds good,"</strong>he gave her a nod, hooking his sheers into a rung on the ladder and stepping down. He followed her back to C3 and got a look at it from the inside this time, making sure to wipe his work boots off as he entered. The man was already sweated down and shirtless, and wasn't too bothered with cleaning up as he took a seat at the kitchen table and accepted the beer. He just let her talk at first, taking in the struggles she's had with maintaining and growing her base. None of it was surprising to the man. There were a lot of options out there on the internet, a lot of girls who were willing to push themselves to kinky extremes to make money, and simply deep throating a dildo wasn't gonna get the job done.<br/><br/>What did surprise him, was her suggestion that he be the cock she needed. His brow furrowed a bit and he gave her a quizzical look. She cited his experience as her reasoning, which made her a bit more clever than David had given her credit for than before. Maybe she did have enough savvy in her to make some real money doing this. David took a deeps swig.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, you could say that,"</strong>David confirmed, setting the beer down on the table and crossing his arms, leaning back in a resting pose.<strong> "I spent a decade, little more than that actually, as a 'Professional Dom'. People, older women or couples into cuckolding mostly, would hire me to dominate them. Mostly up in the midwest. The company I worked for, they streamed most of it, made pretty good money."</strong>he nodded and leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table and clasping his hands.<br/><br/><strong>"But it got to be too exhausting, so I quit. Found something a little simpler,"</strong>he finished, picking up his beer again and draining it.<strong>"Yeah, I could do it, if you cut me in, call it 40%? And understand that I'm not interested in getting involved in anything major again. But if you need a dick, I got that covered."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"So you need a test run or anything or you good for me to show up tonight and wing it?"</strong>