Sunset was just an hour or so away. The cool air smelled of autumn and harvests. It was going to be a great opening night for the house.Inside the bar... was bathed in red and gold lights and several tattered black curtains sealed off the different parts of the place. An old hay wagon was parked just inside, littered with a few bloodied bodies of would-be trick-or-treaters. A bloody axe and rip-saw lay close by while another fake victim dangled from the rafters, ready to be rendered into. I try not to slam the mobile down too hard when he comes around the desk to see some figures he needs from the report I was working on. The phone buzzes again, I try to push the thought of what it might say out of my mind, telling the inquisitive coworker that I have to get back to work. He shrugs and leaves, and I grab up the phone. > No shirt on the drive to work > Gave a couple truckers a big thrill > SO FUCKING HORNY Goddamn. > Jackson was just in here. He so wants to fuck you > Maybe I. The waiter, Andre, did his usual flirting, "Missy, ja look especially good this mahning! (his eyes on her chest) Didja have a fine night?" She blushed, and I thought her nipples pushed harder against their slight covering. "Yeah, I did!" she answered. "A fine Jamaican night, Missy?" he asked with a wink. That brought a bigger blush, but to my surprise she also sat up straighter and pushed her tits out toward him. "Oh Yes, Andre!" "Ah, good! I get ja some more orange juice - ja need ja energy!!'. Brandy wiped her hand off with a napkin and threw the wet napkin on the table 8n front of me.She leaned forward and said 'here's how this is going to work.... you're my new bitch, available for whatever I want, whenever I want it. If I want donuts at 2:00am you will bring them to me. If I want my pussy eaten after work, you will eat me out until I'm completely satisfied. Is that clear?' I said 'yes Miss Brandy'.She continued 'as I said before, we are not a couple. You're my bitch and I'm your.