Heather is very hot, smoking hot petite body, to die for ass, pert little tities, jet black hair, great face. She works out, is smart, and a real bitc...! Her husband Rick is a class one dickhead. He is good looking, has a perfect yard, all muscled up, always driving a new car, rich. Together they think they are better than everyone else, they put everyone else down to make themselves look good. You know the type, their shit does not stink. Every neighborhood has a couple like this. Heather is. Like most bachelors, Robby's meals usually came in a can or out of a box from the freezer. He proudly reminded himself that he did eat fresh salads when he had the time. That's when he saw the garden salad and fresh bleu cheese dressing on the table set for one. There were two wine glasses, however."You don't eat," he blurted out, scrambling for a handle on the moment. "How could you prepare food like this?" Her answer surprised him."I was human once, you know," she replied tartly. He muttered. She had learnt painting and decorating and wanted to carry on with it. She saw the Damsels as an ideal way to do this."It's not really considered a girl's job," she said, "and the people I approached were a bit iffy. I think they thought that their men would spend the time flirting or worse. I wouldn't want that either. I'd feel safe with the Damsels."Becca and Kim smiled. They both liked this girl. She had no airs or graces and assured them that she was not afraid of hard work. She also was. ’ I gave her a tiny pink string bikini and directed her to my studio to get ready. A few minutes later I entered the studio. There was Barbara, standing next to the stool in front of the beach backdrop. She was gorgeous. Her long blonde hair fell across her shoulders just touching her breasts. My eyes scanned up her perfectly tanned legs to her incredibly tight ass. My heart was pounding as I thought about this beautiful girl’s offer to get this job. I told Barbara to have a seat on the stool.