I stay in other people's homes more than my own. Some are simply people I work for, others are friends/family friends. This particular client is a family friend.

When this happened I'd been working for this family about 3 years. I receive a frantic call from the wife one day. She needs her passport ASAP and can I overnight it to her? No problem. I know they will reimburse me, and most likely throw in an extra $10 for the hassle. So I ask the obvious question, where is your passport? It's at this point I'm told to go through the drawers in the night stand. Sure. No problem.

I open the first drawer to find the usual lotions, creams, books, etc. Second drawer, socks and more random scented lotions. Neither of them hold the passport. I move to open the third drawer just as she calls me to see if I found it yet. I tell her no and then go slack jawed and dead silent as I see what's in the third drawer. Now, let me say I am by NO means a prude or some sweet angel. I know my way around adult toy stores and while I'm not besties with porn, I've seen plenty.

To say I was shocked, was an understatement. Not necessarily by the contents but because this couple gave me zero reason to think I would come across some of the biggest strap-ons, yes plural, I've ever seen. There was an impressive mixture of high end toys of all shapes and sizes in that drawer. But the multiple strap-ons are what made my head spin. I kind of slumped down on the floor and was mute for a full 30 seconds while she yammered on about where else to look if I didn't find it there. I didn't hear a fucking word of it. All I could do was stare and maaaaaaaybe be a little envious of her stash.