Now, I always wear a dress or skirt during the week. Ben, one of the guys I have stripped for but not fucked, immediately got on my case about it."Shi..., Angie, what's this with jeans? Hardly professional." Ben, it's Saturday, big deal." It's a day we're open for business. We see clients here and you come in looking like the fucking cleaning lady." Well, if you don't like it, you can just take them off me, asshole."Well, I was a bit ticked and, yes, I was also in one of my frequent horny. He kept telling them to make sure they tipped me for getting their drinks. he even put a beer mug on the table for my tips. My jar was filling quickly, with fives and tens, and singles. After a few hours, they were pretty drunk, the drinks I made were pretty strong, so they decided to stop playing for the night. I thought that would be it for the night. We all went to the bar , thinking the night was over, but they insisted I stay awhile longer. They made me a fresh drink, and continued to talk. She was little more than a woman who worked happily on a farm with her husband and her son. As a goddess of her realm, Erzulie was loved by all. Cherished by many. Idolized by her people. She was proud. She was respected. She was happy. All of that had changed within twenty-four hours. She had to watch as her life was destroyed by the man in that chair. Her husband was dead, and so was her son, courtesy of the man. Courtesy of Tijean.“I know it’s been a few years since you’ve seen anyone play,. Janet remained silent, as she had learned not to speak unless spoken to. "Tell me Janet, what happened to you here this weekend?" asked Erica. "I was outfitted and used as a slave." "And how do you feel about that?" demanded Erica. "I enjoyed it, Mistress." "Good. Do you think that you can ever become a slave like Andrea orTiffany?" "I don't know, Mistress." "I'm glad you answered that honestly, Janet. Do you want to return to befurther trained as a slave?" asked Erica. "Yes, Mistress,.