inside,” Sergio explained.
I nodded and wet my lips, trying hard to work up the nerve to glance at Julian. I’d felt so confident during our phone call, but in person my courage dwindled away as if it’d never been there at all.
“No overalls? I’m a little disappointed,” Julian quipped as he turned toward me.
I laughed and glanced down at my outfit. He read that blog post!
“I figured overalls were more of a second-day-on-the-job kind of look,” I said with a smile.
Julian laughed. “What’s a third-day-on-the-job look then?”
“Jorts.”
He laughed, but furrowed his brows. “Jorts?”
My smile fell. “Oh c’mon. You don’t know what jorts are?”
He shook his head with a bemused expression.
“They’re cut-off jeans, made into shorts.” I made a cutting motion across my thigh. “Mostly worn by hipsters with handlebar mustaches.”
“I guess I’ll see them on Wednesday,” he laughed.
“Got it!” Sergio explained, motioning us forward and sweeping the door open with enough razzle-dazzle to give Vanna White a run for her money.
And so began our tour of really crappy New York real estate. Julian and I quickly learned the lay of the land. Any spot worth renting cost enough to purchase a small island in the Mediterranean, and if the property was priced reasonably, well, there was a reason. Rats, poor plumbing, no windows—the list went on and on. By the time we were walking through the sixth listing, we’d both all but given up hope of finding something quickly.
We were touring the final property of the day, an apartment that was listed on the market as a commercial office space, but it didn’t look any better than the previous listings. The entire apartment couldn’t have been more than 400 square feet total, and the floor plan was incredibly odd. Right when we walked in, we were led into a small room with three chairs lining the walls. An ornate black chandelier hung from the ceiling, but there was no artwork on the wall. It looked like a stark waiting room of sorts.
“Is the space vacant?” I asked the realtor.
“No. Their lease is up in two weeks and the landlord wants to get a new tenant in right away.”
I nodded and continued into the space, skeptical of what we’d find. There was a once-functioning kitchen to the left, and off to the side there were two small doors that branched off the main hallway.
“How could someone classify this as a commercial space?” Julian asked, following after me. He seemed just as disappointed as I was.
I stepped toward the first door and turned the knob so I could peer inside. The room was small and dark, no larger than a walk-in closet. Yikes.
“We could each take a closet and pretend they’re actual offices,” I joked.
Julian came to stand behind me so that he could see into the space. I stepped forward to turn on the light, but it was out of my reach. Even still, I could tell that the walls were covered in a dark crimson wallpaper with a damask print. First the black chandelier, now red wallpaper? Had I just stepped into Dracula’s lair?
“No, clearly this will be the employee break room,” he added dryly. “I think the lack of windows is a real plus.”
I smiled and took another step inside the closet, curious about what the tenant used the space for. Surely it wasn’t someone’s office, right? As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I saw that directly across from me there were built in bars running horizontally across the walls. They looked like they’d be used as clothing racks, but they were at odd heights, a foot too tall for most people to reach. Then I saw that in the center of the space, near the back wall, there was a pole that ran from the ceiling to floor. It almost looked like a fireman’s pole, but that didn’t make sense…
And then it hit me.
Holy shit.
I scanned the space and realized all my fears had come true. Sitting on the floor near the base of the stripper pole were a couple of unused condoms and a stray pair of handcuffs, leather and all.
“Julian.”
“Is that a stripper pole?” he asked, taking a step closer. Poor, naive man.
“I think we’re standing inside a sex dungeon,” I said.
He barked out a laugh and took another step inside.
“How would you know what that looks like?” he asked as he stepped up behind me and pressed his hand to my lower back, trying to get a better look at the space.
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