Sugar Daddy

Prologue

His house wasn't even a house. It was a mansion. I get out of my car and stare at the gates, my hand poised to press the button on his intercom.
The one thing that holds my attention is his statues. Made of marble, two naked men sit on their knees, attached to pedestals,their hands chained in front of their privates, blindfolded and looking down.
They scare me a little, and I pull my hand away. I glance one more time and get in my car.
Tomorrow.