"Alright, she could do this, Katie thought. The dishes, the bathroom,the laundry, two hours should be enough time..."But. If you work is deemed unsati...factory, or if you took too long,well. There will be consequences."Ashley was probably watching from somewhere. Katie noddedenthusiastically. Katie was naturally competitive... This could almostbe fun- if her evening with Adam wasn't being endangered by herroommate's preference for elaborate revenge."Now to start you off, I'm giving you full. He watched the distraught girl curl herself intoa tight ball of anguish and listened to her agonized wails of despair. In betweenthe awful cries, she was gasping words over and over..."Master! Ohhhhmy poor master!" Finally, her weeping subsided to a low keening noise.He knelt down and touched her auburn hair. Startled out of her grieving, Alexalooked up into his eyes. "Am I g-going to be s-sold, s-sir?" "No, your last master forbade it." "F-freed?" He shook his head. "You have been an excellent. "You do? Thanks," and as I continued to look at Erica now, I could see something I'd missed earlier. Erica had worn a skirt and button-up blouse to work that day, and now as I looked at Erica, I suddenly realized she wasn't wearing a bra. I was sure she had been earlier because I'd noticed the nice lacy design of her bra cups through her blouse earlier in the day. Erica was a petite young woman, but I was sure she wore either a C- or D-cup bra. Now there was no apparent evidence of a bra. It was a country style bar. Things got especially rowdy there on Friday and Saturday nights.Her job was to dress pretty slutty and of course the sluttier you dress the better the tips, right? After all she was a shooter girl. She was little, cute and sexy. She stood about five foot four and weighed 110 pounds. She was thin and in great shape. She came home with tips regularly in the amount of three hundred dollars or more on a good night.It was a country bar she worked in. She would wear.