I was comfy in the soft sheet and feather comforter when suddenly I was awakened by a large gasp. I rolled over to find a woman who appeared to be the maid. She was in full French maid uniform. She was a young attractive lady with a nice little figure.

"Oh, excuse me mister, I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting to find someone in Master Cullen's bed." She said in a French accent, looking slightly embarrassed before shutting the bedroom door behind her.

I shot up in bed, realizing where I was. I thought it was all a strange dream but yet here I was in a beautiful, huge, expensive looking bedroom and not just any bedroom, Master's bedroom.

I lifted the covers to find I was wearing some silk baby blue boxers and nothing else. I got out of bed and walked over to what looked to be a bathroom.

I turned on the light and was amazed at who I saw staring back at me in the mirror's reflection. I barely recognized myself.

It had been so long since I had a nice clean shave or haircut. My once scruffy face was soft and smooth. My hair which was on the verge of being shoulder length was cut to my ears, making me look youthful again.

I looked good if I do say so myself, I looked… I almost looked… human again.

I stared at the stranger in the mirror retracing my steps.

I remembered the long drive and the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach not sure where Master was taking me.

Before I knew it he pulled up to a salon and led the way inside. By the time I left, I have a clean shaven face, a new short stylish haircut and my eye browns waxed.

However, it wasn't until we left an expensive clothing store with some new fresh clothes that I started to feel like a new person.

I was forever grateful for this stranger's kindness but at the same time I knew everything had a price especially for Master.

At the end of our journey Master pulled up to a huge Mansion, which I assumed was his. He handed his keys to a staff member and told the man, the car needed a thorough cleaning before motioning me to follow him inside.

Master told me how I could repay his kindness last night. He told me he was bored and wanted me to be his entertainment and for that he would let me stay at his place for free.

He never elaborated on the whole entertainment thing but I had a pretty good idea on what he was asking for.

He sat in a lavish chair in his room with a drink in his hand, sipping away as I got on my knees and started undoing his pants. A smirk covered his lips as I unzipped his pants and moved his underwear's down, grabbing his growing dick in my hand. He down the rest of his drink and set it on a nearby table before placing his hands on the back on my head, guiding me as I began to suck his dick.

After I finished pleasing Master, he went back to drinking, falling asleep drunk in his chair. I fell asleep in his comfy king size bed.

It was at the sound of a door creaking open that I realized I was no longer alone.

I headed out the bathroom to find Master eyeing me and his unmade bed, looking somewhat pissed off.

"What are you doing in my room?" He asked.

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.

"You let me sleep here last night, remember?"

"You must be joking; I never let anyone in my room, must less sleep in my bed." He said harshly.

"Well, you were drunk last night, and I fell asleep on the bed. I thought… I thought that would be ok." I replied feeling a little uneasy.

"Well, it's not! These sheets are Egyptian silk and now they are ruined!" He barked.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were so attached to your sheets." I answered, trying not to laugh.

"You think it's funny? You know how much these sheets cost, how hard it was to get them here?"

"No."

"Of course you don't, you're just a homeless hooker."

I put my head down in shame and hugged my exposed chest.

"I'm grateful for all you have done for me Master. I'm sorry about the sheets. I'll… I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"That, you will."