Both of the ones who had used me became bolder over time. Bad enough mistakes, in my work, would find me called into the one’s office anytime, for c...rrection. I’d have to sit and wait, under the watchful eye of his secretary, until he was ready. She would give me a smirking smile – as I went into his office then, another as I tried to walk normally, on the way out. The ‘corrections’ in the morning sucked; it meant I’d be sitting on a sore backside all day. It wasn’t too bad in a dress or skirt,. “Wha’s dis?” Apollo asked. "You goin’ swimmin’?”“No, not today. I brought it so we can eat and not get sand in our food.”Apollo’s eyes opened wide. “Watcha bring?”Travis straightened the towel and sat down. He opened the bag and pulled out the Mason jar. It was smeared with chocolate icing from the cake.He held it up to show Apollo the mess. Apollo leaned forward and licked a swath of it off. Travis laughed and copied Apollo. They both licked the remainder of the icing off, their tongues. But I knew I had to help you get him back because it was what you wanted. That day we went to the beach and got stuck in Beck's RV, I couldn't stop thinking about how hot you looked. When we went to that fancy restaurant and I asked you for your dress. You were beautiful in it. Hell, you were beautiful in the uniform. When you kept teasing me about Cat and Danny, I was only mad that I can't make anyone happy."She tilted my head back to look at her. "Don't say anymore."I sighed. "The point is. The mechanic smiles, throws some keys to Chas and says see you Sunday afternoon. I tell him everything is fine, a bets a bet, so he leaves and makes his way to the garage, the mechanic shouting after him, that there is a party at the pub Saturday night if he wants to come. As soon has he as left, the man looks me over then tells me I am his slave to do what ever he wants, when he wants for the next couple of days, then tells me to take off my dress. All the men are grinning as I unzip my dress.