As she snuggled down in her cocoon of blankets, she grabbed her book. She loved her trashy novels. The sex was decent and the stories were always ridi...ulous and predictable. Mary just ate it up.She was in the middle of “The Passion of Prince Malcolm.” It was basically the same story as every other trashy novel. Man sees woman, he must claim her as his own. Headstrong woman will not be possessed by a mere man. Fiery battle of wit and word commence. Man finally wins over woman’s heart, but not. I'm still adjusting to the fact that Ihave tits and I'm expected to tend a bar." Whatever. Just don't fuck things up"She was charming. I spent a few hours with her before being escortedout. She showed me how to mix a few drinks, where she kept certainbrands, the basics. I was expected to man the bar most of the time,dishing out bottled beers mostly while she made rounds. I was assured itwould be easy. Her only tip was the repeated, "Don't fuck up. If youfuck up, smile and push your tits in the. He played with me. I felt like a toy when he grabbed my leg and dragged me into the woods." He wouldn't have hurt you. He's a big pussycat." Well... but it was just so... humiliating." Oh, dry up. I know you had fun."Neeka giggled, "I suppose. And you're right, I wasn't afraid he would hurt me. In fact, it was kind of fun being at his mercy like that. Kind of like I was being kidnapped by a nasty beast to be dragged off and held for ransom." But not buried like a bone?" No, that was a bit much.. I did receive a text an hour later reassuring me againand wishing me a good night?s sleep. I let out a nervous giggle andvaguely remember thinking, ?as if!?I don?t know what time I did finally drift off, but before I knew it myalarm sounded and I woke with a start. It was 6am and I knew that Icouldn?t afford to hang about.Once showered, I quickly remembered the two small parcels and openedthem nervously. The smaller box actually said ?Open first? on it. Icould see my fingers trembling as I.