Still, Steve’s eyebrows shot up. Damn, these two were ambitious. Never met before today? “What’s the story?” Steve asked.The boy shifted. “A...t-”“I wasn’t asking you.” Steve butted in assertively, then gestured towards the woman.“I never saw this guy before today,” the woman began, earning another look from the boy. “I was jus’ another boring person working my boring person job, feeling so out of place in my life, and he came from nowhere and taught me that, fuck it, life is life, and I jus’. With that, I finally gotthe only decent paying job I could find: A Hooter's waitress. Don'tlaugh, women with bodies like mine make lots in tips at a place likethat. But after a few months of that, a customer gave me a businesscard for a strip club he owned and I showed up there for an audition. Iwas hired on the spot. It turns out that while bimbos are clumsy atjust about everything they try - I couldn't program a VCR to save mylife - we're excellent at anything that has to do with our. Master ordered their dinner starting with salads for each of them. He ordered Lobster Bordelaise for Brenda and the Roasted Veal Chop for himself. He allowed the wine captain to suggest a bottle of Chardonnay from the wine list. After the wine was poured and they were alone, Master held up his wine glass toward Brenda in a toast. "To my beautiful slave. You own the room." Brenda’s face glowed as thanked her Master with a smile. The dinner was wonderful, each course was perfection, the. "Miss," I said, losing it, "I run a respectable shop here and that language is not acceptable in this establishment. Dave here had suggested that you needed a good spanking and I have to say that I couldn't agree more. Your attitude since you walked in has been rude, self-entitled and demanding. Now, as soon as I am done with my customer who has been waiting patiently, I'll be happy to check you out."I turned back to Dave, and handed back his change. Out of nowhere we began to hear her.