Towel Boi: Agreement Signed

Ralph moved the mouse to wake up the computer. He navigated to his legal docs account and downloaded a generic pre-existing relationship agreement. He asked for the spelling of the new hire’s first and last name.

“First name K-A-S-E-Y. Last name S-T-E-V-E-N-S.”
“Got it,” acknowledged the owner. “We can head out now as long as you got your I-D.”
“I do, daddy,” confirmed the sissy.
“Well, my bank has a notary. Let’s go.”

Ralph led the way to his truck and they both got in. “That’s a nice Pontiac Fiero you got there. What year is it?”
“Thanks! It’s a nineteen eighty-six.”
“Sweet. Li’l sissy car for a cute li’l sissy boi!”
“Thank you,” Kasey’s cheeks reddened.

Ralph took a turn down a side highway.

“Where are we going,” inquired a confused Kasey.
“Oh! We headin’ to Small Gap. I got a li’l local bank I use there for this type of stuff.”

They pulled up to a small, modular bank branch.

Inside, they were greeted by a twenty-something woman at a desk. “Welcome to Pine State Bank. How may I help you?”

“We just need to get something notarized,” explained Ralph.
“I can do that,” smiled the platinum-blonde-dye-job. “Do you both have your license?”
“We do!”
“Are either of you a customer of this bank?”
“No. How much is the fee?”
“Ten dollars per signee.”
“Good deal,” Ralph pulled out his wallet and produced a crispy Andrew Jackson.

The bank employee had the two sign the document in her presence. Then, she affixed the seal and made that notation in her state-mandated ledger.

Ralph and Kasey thanked the woman for her time and went back to the truck.

“Goddamn! You got me out here acting gay as fuck,” lamented K.O.
“You’re not gay, daddy! I’m the only gay one in this truck,” suggested Kasey.
“You damn right. I’m a hunnid percent real man!”
“Yes, daddy!”
“You got your own spot or do we need to get a room?”
“I live alone, daddy!”
“Tell me how to get there,” smiled Ralph.
“Yes, sir,” cooed the sassy bottom.

“Oh you stay in the old Stowe Factory,” checked Ralph.
“Yes, daddy!”
“They trying to make it gentrified as fuck over here.”
“I guess,” Kasey trailed off.
“It’s all good. I’m about to climb back in that ass. When we get in there, I want you to strip down naked.”
“Yes, sir!”