You find out that your big sister, a self-proclaimed lesbian and generally an angry, man-hating young woman, is a professional dom. You become obsessed with fantasies of me dominating men for money. Finally, you empty your savings and work up the nerve to confront me, asking me to take you as a client. At first I laugh at you, but you beg, and eventually I figure, why not?
I explain to you that I don’t have sex with my clients. Except, of course, the ones who pay me a lot of money. I make the mistake of naming a figure, and you realize that you have this much. I refuse, but again you beg, and I finally concede with, “I’ll think about it.”