All my work

This story isn't about me. It's about my work.

In order to understand my work you have know about the drug. The "Peace Drug" that's the name it holds on the underground.

Like loving arms it sweeps you into a gentle sleeping state, eyes closed with your mind in a warm haze, and your body full awake and unable to feel anything but pleasure. No hurt, no tension, no pain. Your body is slightly disconnected from your numb clouded mind, they are connected only by the strong strand of lust, satisfaction and pleasure…..lots and lots of pleasure. Blind pleasure I call it because you don't recognize anything but pleasure, you can't see, your ears ring, all scent is meaningless, the touch is the only dominance.

My work is called blind love. You took the special "Peace Drug" and were put to lay half asleep in a room awaiting an anonymous customer. These customers were either someone important someone who wanted to make sure their identity didn't get out to the public or the police. Or, they were a shame filled person who didn't want their sexual partner to see their face. The "Peace Drug" insured that the user would never be conscious enough to be able to even remember half the things that went on between the customer and themselves they weren't even supposed to be capable of opening their eyes during the entire trial.

Easy enough job right? Fall asleep feel only goodness never any pain no matter what, good pay, no real memory of any of it. Anyone would want the job wouldn't they. Why did I choose to get into it?

I won't bore you with too many details.

My father was a cop who never seemed to bring home enough bacon. Mother worked night shifts in order to make sure our family had the best of everything. I was an only child so money was the only thing my parents would yell about.I used to watch my mother calculate all the bills, it never made sense to me. How could we never have enough money. The bills never made any sense; we were only three people, and my parents never spent any time at home. Could electricity, gas, water, and food bills truly be so consuming?

I spent a lot of time alone at night in my room staring at the ceiling I tried to do as much as possible with out turning on any lights, because Father told me I should get a job and help pay the bills, I didn't live close to any fast food places or markets and I had no car, the gas it would take for my parents to take me to and from work just wouldn't be worth it.I herd of the job from a few acquaintances whom always had pockets packed with doe. When I bitched about my parents they handed me the decorative calling card with out a single word being said.

"Blind Love" It read in fancy gold print.