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sir, that's not how it works.ˎˊ˗

smut...

plotline: the very first appearance of ricky goldsworth: personified. you're the mayor of this town.

Y/N's POV

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It was a dark and stormy Friday night. I was just lounging in my living room, doing some papers, and working away, like how I always did.

Being the mayor of Colesworth wasn't easy.

I didn't have any visitors coming, nor did I expect any.

Which is why I was startled by the sound of knocking at the door to my mansion.

I looked out the thin window panes to the side, noticing a tall man in a black trenchcoat, gazing right back at me. I opened the door slowly, noting the pistol beside my door.

Just in case.

"My name is Ricky Goldsworth."

His voice was a deep baritone, sending chills and a nervous flutter down my spine. He looked up, the brim of the fedora he was wearing covering the top half of his face. But what I could see looked simple enough to me.

Plump pinkish lips, light brown stubble, and a dimple on the right side of his face when he smiled a second later...looking rather sinister. I was startled by him speaking.

"I want the top house. I want the best room-"

I stopped him there. "Sir, you can't just walk in and ask for a house-" He cut me off with one finger in the air.

"No, no, no, I don't think you understand how this is going to go. I want the best house in the neighborhood. I want it stocked with food. Fully furnished, and I want butlers and maids."

He looked at me, a wicked gleam that was shaded with...something else.

"And I want you to be one of them." That's where I drew the line. 

"Sir, I can't be a maid...I'm the mayor, sir!"

He cut me off with his signature line, at this point.

"No, that's not how this is going to go." 

Shit.

He pushed me outside. "Your outfit's in the car. I expect you to be here in an hour. 8pm. Leave the keys under the mat." I sighed, and hung my head.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Goldsworth." He slammed the door, and I looked out into the sheets of grey rain slamming into the porch roof.

I guess this is how this was turning out. 


a/n

yo this was very small ik

but there will be a second part okay 

~L

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