"Hey, Penny," Theo spoke into the phone, his voice friendly and companionable. Was that how he sounded when he talked to me? I honestly couldn't tell. "No, no, there's no problem. I was just talking with Darla, and we were wondering if you wanted to come by her place for dinner." You want her to come over to my place so you can hire her as our bangmaid. My clit throbbed at that thought. "Oh, yeah, of course - work, I get it. Can you get off in an hour, though?" A pause. "Great. And, uh, hey, if things go well, I think you might have a job opportunity working for Darla," he said.
I could actually hear Penny squeal in excitement over the phone. She can't be thinking it's about becoming my maid. She probably thinks she'll get to work for Empyreal. He just smiled warmly as she babbled to him over the phone. Was he enjoying her energetic attitude, like a normal guy would? Or was he getting some sick kick out of her misapprehension that she was going to get to use her math education in some entry level job at a major tech company?
He gave her the address, as well as how to get to my penthouse. "Can't wait to see you again," he said, talking to her like she was actually his girlfriend, then finally hung up. I could see his erection tenting his jeans, and he spotted me looking. "Go for it," he told me. Ordered? Was it an order?
It didn't really matter. I knew what he wanted. I needed to play my role, now that I'd fucked up and gotten myself tangled deeper into his control. I leaned over into his groin in the car, unzipping his pants again, his hard cock popping free. It tasted sharp and salty on my tongue, as I started to bob.
My arousal was climbing. Spiking, really. He'd gotten an erection talking to another woman, and here I was, taking care of it. My clit buzzed with desire, my hands narrowly resisting the urge to just reach down in between my legs and start stimulating myself. I drank in the scent of him through my nostrils as I slid my mouth up and down his cock.
I wondered if my realization (was it fair to still call it a suspicion?) that I'd been mind controlled was making the effect worse. If I didn't, would I just think this was a bit of kinky fun with my boyfriend, and not find it so obscenely degrading? Would my pussy not currently be leaking all over my panties as I slurped wetly on his dick, bobbing up and down, wet glugging noises accompanying each thrust of my mouth up and down his dick. My tits mushed against his thigh as I worked him over.
I let myself lose myself in the moment. Forgot all about the car trip. Forgot about the possibility of getting caught, or in an accident. I tried not to care, or to think, or to do anything but suck. It was actually surprisingly soothing. My arousal even quieted - it's hard to realize how pathetic and depraved you're acting, if your brain is empty of all thoughts. I was just a machine, sliding up and down his cock without a thought in the world.
I only returned back to reality when he parked the car back in my parking lot, grabbing my hair and tugging me up off his dick. I looked up at him, mouth half-opened, my brain taking a few seconds to realize what was happening, as I stared down at me with a cruel, sadistic grin on his face. "You didn't get me off in time, Darla."
I had no idea what to say to that, and not just because my brain was a little soupy at the moment, so I just went with: "Sorry?"
"It's alright. It's really just because you and Penny did such a good job with my dick." He casually planted one hand on my chin, his thumb teasing my lower lip. "You did good. Good girl."
I shuddered involuntarily. Was it part of the programming? Or maybe it was just some bizarre twisting my brain did of the little title, my mind turning being infantilized like that into something full of erotic potential because it was humiliating? I didn't get much chance to think about it, because he put his dick away and the pair of us headed up to my apartment.
"Make us dinner - for all three of us, too," he added casually, as he planted his ass on my couch, his gaze following me into the kitchen. I thought about what to make for a moment, and then he spoke up again. "Oh. Strip naked. Put on just an apron," he ordered.
My clit throbbed at those words. I was his boss. I was Andromeda. I didn't fucking know how to cook worth a damn. Yet, despite all that, he was ordering me to ask as his domestic little wifey, and I had no choice but to obey him, taking off my glasses before peeling off my top, then my bra, then my pants, then my panties, ending up naked. I put back on my glasses, even if I didn't need them, and he didn't complain. I actually owned an apron, though I hadn't ever actually worn it - it was just hanging on the inside of the pantry door, and I pulled it on in short order.
By the time I had finished, he had pulled out his dick to start stroking himself. His eyes leered as he watched me start to get to work, collecting plates and utensils as I struggled to think of something I could actually cook that wasn't just more tomato soup and grilled cheese.
If I seemed to be a truly atrocious cook (which I was), he'd probably order me to practice or train or something, and I might get more tangled up under his control from more commands, after all. I swallowed, able to feel his eyes on my back, my pussy slowly leaking down my thighs, and I heard him stand up. Nachos? I can make nachos, there's chips in the pantry and some cheese in the fridge. I could make some dip, actually - cheese, milk, a bit of salsa, right?
At that point, I felt his hands grasp my hips, and I actually let out a sigh of relief as I felt his erect cock slide in between my thighs. It wasn't that he was satiating my arousal, it was just that I knew that getting fucked by him meant I didn't have to worry about him giving me some new, more extreme orders, locking me down even more than I already was. His cock slid back and forth along my pussy, making me gasp as he basically fucked my thighs like that, hands sliding up from my hips to grope my tits.
"Mm," he breathed out in my ear. "Doesn't this just get you so wet and eager, Darla? Acting all feminine like this?"
"Y-yes, sir," I agreed, gulping as his fingers got rougher with my breasts. They just dug into the soft flesh without a care in the world. For a normal woman, it probably would have been painful - though I had no idea how Penny felt when he treated her body like this, so maybe the mind control took care of that. For me, it was just pressure, and his rough pawing sent waves of pleasure straight up my spine, my cunt growing even more wet from the rough play. He ground his cock in between my legs, and for a moment I half wondered if he'd be satisfied with just intercrural sex.
Obviously not, though. He twisted me forward, bending me over the kitchen counter, and just shoved his cock into my sopping wet cunt. I barely avoided coming on the first thrust, a lewd squeak of pleasure escaping my throat as he drove himself deep inside me. He groaned in satisfaction at enjoying my cunt, pushing me down further, my hard nipples scraping against the marble surface of the kitchen counter through the thin fabric of the apron. "Goddamn," he breathed out, as my pussy absently pulsed around his length, my thoughts a fog of arousal. "This is so nice. I can't tell you how much I've fantasized about this moment," he told me.
I suspect you've spent months or years perfecting this mind control technology on Penny and - what was her name? Grace? - as well as who knows how many other girls, so I think I have a decent guess.
I had time to think Maybe if you'd put in that much effort at work, you could have just hit on me the old fashioned way before he thrust into my body again, making me immediately come, another intense orgasm hitting me as I moaned and quivered on his cock. His balls thumping against my clit felt like an electric shock to my nervous system and my identity alike, my eyes peeling back in their sockets. He casually grabbed my hair, tugging on it sharply as pleasure overtook me, and my glasses slid down my nose, barely balanced on the very tip.
"You look beautiful like this, enjoying yourself completely, without any inhibition at all," he told me, tugging me up still further, pressing his lips forcefully against mine. His tongue dove into my mouth, while his free hand - the one that wasn't tightly wrapped around my hair and using it like a leash - groped my breast, roughly squeezing it as the other got ground into the table. My pussy spasmed around his cock as my orgasm continued, lewd noises escaping my throat as I just took it, my thoughts fogging up.
For a moment, I forgot everything else, and became the piece of fuckmeat he clearly wanted me to be. I was hungry for his cock, desperate for it, and my hips bucked back into him without inhibition. I sucked on his tongue. My body twisted and writhed in his grasp, not trying to overpower him, but just to intensify his pleasure, turned into an animal for a moment. He groaned in delight at the response.
My brain restarted after just a few seconds of that. The first thing that hit me was fear - I'd completely forgotten everything about the situation, about the fact that he was basically raping me, that I had to escape, that I had to get free. It didn't curdle my arousal, instead mixing together with it like oil and water, one sensation of heart-pounding excitement mixing with the other without either taking over or dominating the other. A moment later, I realized that my pussy was weeping all over his cock as my brain dribbled out, as I was terrified that something about the mind control was literally rewriting my neurons to delete my higher thoughts, and the wave of humiliation hit me like a bullet vibe to the clit.
He was thrusting into me, of course, just rutting away as he pawed at me, as he made out with me. I slurped down his spit as much out of habit as to continue to play at my appointed role, the horny and eager girlfriend. My cunt gripped and squeezed around his cock, milking him, my rational mind suggesting the faster I got him off, the better. My emotional mind merely said that cock was wonderful and delicious and good and it felt so fucking good. So inappropriately good.
Orgasms hit me fast and hard in that position, with Theo just ramming away. He broke off the kiss eventually, letting go of my hair; my head wound up hitting the marble, cheek pressed down against it. He leaned up to admire my body as he fucked me from behind, casually smacking my ass cheeks like bongo drums while he rammed away, and everything just felt good despite everything rational in my brain suggesting otherwise.
"That's it, take it, you hot little housewife," he said. He was speaking to himself more than me, saying whatever came to his mind to arouse himself further. I couldn't even really blame him - why bother trying to encourage my arousal with sexy words when I was coming this fast and hard? "You used to be the CEO of Empyreal but you'd rather be quivering on your big strong husband's fat cock." He was a skinny nerd, and I was still the CEO of Empyreal, but I knew perfectly well what he wanted, and nodded in response. "Just a doting little housewife slut, ruled by her pussy. Her brain was vestigial, all that mattered was this tight cunt and these fat tits," he declared - then rammed himself balls deep inside me and just erupted.
Hot, wet splatters of spunk coated my insides, while my body trembled in response. I drooled onto the kitchen counter, an orgasm of my own accompanying his, my whole body quaking as pleasure raced through me. My fingers slid across the surface of the counter and I melted completely.
Eventually, he pulled out of me, but I just remained there, gasping softly for air. He casually groped my ass. "Good for you, too, huh? You eager to give up your life to become my doting little cocksocket?"
I whimpered. I shook my head, but despite that, my cunt wept, my clit throbbing with arousal. Is he going to do that to me? Is he actually going to - to destroy my life's work, just because it gets his dick hard? He can't possibly-
He smacked my ass sharply, and I let out a squeak of surprise. "Obviously, that's not going to happen. Not before the company goes public, at least," he said, discussing taking apart my life with casual glee. "Fun fantasy, though, right?"
"Y-yes," I told him, still trembling in the afterglow of the earth-shaking orgasms and the brain-frying humiliation and everything else. I laid there, inert, trying to gather my wits. My glasses were just barely attached to my nose still, and I gently pushed them back up, clearing my throat as I finally straightened up. Should I stand up for myself? He can just order me into anything, yes, but there's more to it than just that, right? He wants to play at boyfriend-girlfriend. "Theo, I, ahm," I struggled to speak as I turned to face him. His cock was still out - he hadn't bothered to put it away - and he just gave me a cocky smirk. "I... I like my work."
Pathetic. Simpering. Meek. The wimpiest possible defense I could make of my job and my life. He could destroy it with just a few words, and that was all I could muster.
He just planted his hand on my head, driving me down to my knees in front of him, still wearing nothing but an apron. He took off my glasses, planting them on the kitchen counter, and I felt my heart race. What's he going to do? What's he going to say?
He just grabbed my head and pushed his cock past my lips. My mouth strained wide to accommodate him, as he shut me up with his dick. "Of course you do, Darla," he said, as he casually thrust past my gag reflex, burying his dick down my throat with gusto. "It's just dirty talk. No need to freak out so much. I didn't even fuck you at work today, remember?" The way he spoke, it was almost like he'd forgotten that I was supposed to choose when and where I fuck, rather than just being ordered into it. That I should be the one setting boundaries and ensuring my work-life balance, rather than him. "No need to think. Just suck," he told me, gathering my hair up into an impromptu ponytail.
He started to fuck my face like that. He wasn't rough, but he was forceful, and I still gagged each time he forced his dick into my throat, tearing up as he used my face like his own personal jerkoff aid. It was a languid facefuck, but I really had no choice but to submit to it, as he casually used my mouth.
"That's it. You only need to think for your job," he told me, his voice having a shuddering undertone to it, as he casually fucked my throat. "When you come home, the only thing you should think about is how to make me feel good. Put that big brain of yours to better use than inventing wormhole technology."
I was crying, from the gagging as much as the humiliation, but my pussy spasmed around nothing, my clit throbbing at his casual abuse of my mouth. I started to slurp and lick at his dick, not because of arousal or because he ordered it, but just to get him to finish faster, to make him stop talking.
That realization - that I was a creature being trained to work harder to pleasure him whenever he mistreated me - made my clit throb even harder, and I just twisted around, working over his cock. He started to babble again, saying degrading things, but I did my level best to ignore them, to just focus on getting him off with my mouth, to make him stop talking about how good I looked, how nice my fat tits looked in that apron, how natural it was for me to kneel and suck, how much more fun this was than work, how I was his bitch, his cocksocket, his housewife, his slave, or whatever other debauched and cruel thing he could think of.
He didn't manage to come before there was a knock at the door. "Hi!" Came Penny's familiar voice. "I'm here! Hello! It's Penny, oh, sorry! I'm a bit nervous!"
"Coming!" He called out, and I tried to pull away from his cock, but he just tightened his grip on my head, and I mewled pitifully around his cock. "It's nothing she hasn't seen before," he told me - and he drove my mouth all the way down his cock, shoving himself so deep his balls slapped at my chin, before he started to slowly, languidly, walk over to the door. He took his time, giving me the space to crab walk as he turned, to backwards kneel-walk as he walked to the door. "Hey, Penny," he said, opening the door, uninhibited as he showed off what he was doing to his boss/girlfriend's mouth and throat.
"Oh! You two are having fun, sorry to interrupt!" She spoke about it casually.
"You're not interrupting, just adding to the fun. Right, Darla?"
I mewled around his cock, my pussy spasming around nothing, the impulse to start touching myself intensifying with every passing second, but I nodded anyway.
"Okay! Glad to hear it, Darla, I was worried I was interrupting your special time with Theo," she said. I couldn't see her face, but I could practically feel her familiar smile from down on my knees, cock shoved deep into my throat. "So-! What do you want me to do, Theo?"
He stepped back in the room, making space for Penny to enter, and I got to watch through teary eyes as he looked up and down another woman's body, his cock pulsing inside my throat. I hadn't gotten a chance to breathe since he'd started fuckwalking my throat to the door, and I wondered if I should be choking at this point. "Mm. Well, Darla was supposed to cook, but she started wiggling her ass and tits at me, so she didn't wind up getting anything done."
He started to fuck my face at that point, masturbating with my mouth as he casually spoke to Penny about me like I wasn't there. As he verbally degraded me and made up all sorts of stupid, humiliating crap about me. I just gasped for air around his dick, the one neuron that wasn't being melted with arousal noting that's what I should do.
"I see," Penny said. I could see her nodding out of the corner of her eyes, watching the scene with hardly a trace of jealousy. "That does happen a lot when you make a woman strip naked to cook for you, it seems like." There was a friendly, flirty note to her voice, like she'd been in a similar situation to me countless times herself. "Ah, but I didn't bring an apron of my own! Shoot!"
"It's fine," he told her, still jerking off with my mouth. "Just get naked," he ordered her, and she immediately started to strip, her clothes landing on the ground in short order. Once she was completely naked, she started to do some poses - unprompted, incidentally - showing off her tits and ass to Theo, which prompted him to get rougher with my mouth.
The humiliation was intense. He wasn't even looking at me, his head turned to the side to admire Penny's naked body as she showed it off. That humiliation kept climbing, my hands drawn inevitably towards my own body, and finally I just gave into the impulse, spreading my legs and stuffing one hand in between my thighs, starting to frig myself as Theo jerked off to another woman with my mouth.
I came before him, but luckily for my dignity, Theo came soon thereafter, holding my moaning mouth down in his pelvis, while I just gagged and glugged and moaned around his dick, further stimulating him. When he was spent, he tugged me off, putting his dick away again. "You two can go make us dinner," he said.
"Yes, sir," I agreed, getting up off my knees to stand up.
Penny took hold of my wrist. "You left your glasses on the kitchen counter," she said, speaking with sincere concern and hardly any trace of self-consciousness, as she drew me over to the kitchen. "Theo is really into girls who can cook," she explained to me in a conspiratorial whisper. "I can help you learn, if you don't know how."
"Um. Thank you," I said, since it was about all I could say. I glanced over my shoulder at Theo, who had taken up a position on my couch. "I don't have much in the way of ingredients."
"No problem. Let me just look around and see what we can make with what you have! It's the thought that counts, really," she explained, as she headed straight for the pantry. "You know. It's like - if a guy writes a poem about how much he loves you, it doesn't matter if the poem's kind of bad, right? So, it can be just an okay meal, as long as you cook it with love."
"I'd prefer a good meal, though," Theo called from the couch.
"Yes, well, you should've gone shopping first then!" Penny called back. I was surprised she was even able to show that much of a spine to him, and that he didn't respond by immediately punishing her. "I see what you mean about not having much in the way of ingredients. Hmm." She walked over to the fridge, opening it, quickly flicking her gaze over the shelves, and then closing it. She stood there, contemplating what to make.
"I was thinking I could make some queso, or nachos," I suggested.
"Ooo! Yes, that's pretty easy. I used to be no good at cooking either, but stuff like that's pretty easy, right?"
"Right," I agreed.
The two of us set to work making dinner for Theo. It was easy work, simple and pretty quick recipe, not some complicated recipe, but that wasn't the point. The point was Theo got to make his boss cook him dinner along with the stripper he was considering making her hire to be his personal bangmaid.
He put on a porno while we worked.
It was the mind control porno, too. He fast forwarded into it, going straight to the blowjob scene, and I could see his erection as I worked. I couldn't even comment on it, finding my mouth locked up each time I tried.
Penny eventually noticed my pathetic attempts to speak, and decided to try to help out, for which I felt a mix of sharp humiliation and relief. "I think Darla wants to watch too! I think she's really into that one, Theo," she said. "I can cook the rest on my own."
Theo looked over at us, his eyes meeting mine. I felt heat fill my cheeks as I imagined he could see right through me, could tell this was all my pathetic attempt to get free, and he was just playing with his food at this point. That thought, despite how horrific it should have been, sent a pulse straight to my clit. "Sure," he said at last.
"Oh, give me the apron," she said to me. "It's fun for Theo to lick me clean, but, you know - not as fun to get the stuff on me."
I took off the apron, and, naked other than my glasses, went over to sit down next to Theo. I fidgeted in place. Naked in my own home. Quiet. I was being domesticated, like a well-trained dog, and my pussy was making a small mess on my couch, my juices from earlier - and the load Theo had blown inside me - slowly dripping out. On screen, the woman was being mind controlled, the man's fingers on her forehead as he forced her to repeat some stupid mantra.
"Hot," I breathed out, all I could manage to say. Isn't this kind of stuff sexy? I wanted to say that, but it refused to come out, whatever control existed clearly strangling my vocal chords when I tried.
"Yeah," he agreed. He slung an arm over me, like a guy watching a movie with his girlfriend - and then casually groped my breast, making my toes curl as a pulse of arousal ran through my whole body. "It really is," he said, looking over at Penny, who was at work in the kitchen. She seemed happy as a clam.
Ignorance really is bliss. Would I be better off if I hadn't realized anything was wrong? I'd just be coming my brains out to the humiliations and thinking I was a kinky sub, rather than desperately trying and failing to escape his control. Wishing I could be somewhere else as my cunt oozes all over my couch and he roughly squeezes my tit.
Luckily, I didn't get too long to ruminate. We hadn't decided something that was too difficult to prepare, so Penny was soon setting the table, calling out for drink orders like a waitress as she scampered around my kitchen dressed like the porno version of a housewife. Just like you were, a few minutes ago.
"Alright, dinner's ready!" She said, clapping her hands excitedly, and Theo turned off the television. He kept his arm slung around my shoulder and his hand on my tit as he walked over to the table.
Penny pulled out his chair. That was how well trained he had her, and he finally let go of my breast to sit down. He was the only person in my home who was dressed anything approaching appropriately, and my clit pulsed at that thought. "Sit down, Darla. Penny made you a nice dinner." I sat down, completely naked, awkwardly fidgeting in place - and then he spoke again. "Penny, would you rather eat dinner, or suck my dick?"
"Suck your dick, obviously!" Penny said, with a bright smile. He grinned at that, unzipping his pants and scooting backwards, and Penny got down in between his legs immediately, helping him out enough that his cock could burst into the open air, and immediately started to noisily slurp and suck. I could hear as she started to play with herself, too, the wet noises seeming obscenely loud, echoing in the apartment as I just sat ramrod straight in my chair.
I was leaking, too. My body responded to being forced to play out this completely ridiculous porn scenario for Theo by getting more aroused. I just curled my toes and decided to do my best, grabbing a chip and dipping it into Penny's queso while she kept on slurping on Theo's cock. He smiled at me and started to eat too, not paying any attention to Penny as she worked.
When I suck his dick, he pays attention to Penny; when she sucks his dick, he pays attention to me. I almost immediately regretted the thought - thinking like that made my clit pulse, every time. The more you notice how badly he's treating you, the hornier you get.
"Gluk, gluk, gluk," Penny got out as she bobbed on Theo's cock, and then she let out a lewd noise that I'm pretty sure was a strangled moan as she came for the first time. Theo just took a bite of the queso.
"Pretty good, Penny. You're almost as good a cook as you are a cocksucker," he told her, leaning back to look at her with a smirk. She let out some noise that said she was pleased with the compliment.
I couldn't really concentrate on the meal. After all, Theo was receiving a blowjob mere feet away from me. I didn't even really know what to say, though I guess, really, who would? Should I pretend to think it was dead sexy? Should I start masturbating? Should I just eat my meal now, while I still can, before he blows his load and decides he wants me to crawl under the table to slurp on cock instead of eating?
I decided to speed up my eating, to avoid that scenario. Of course, the fact that I was doing so for no other reason than because whether I got to eat or not was decided by what Theo felt like meant the entire act gained a sexual air, my pussy idly clenching around nothing as I gulped down food. Penny's noisily glugs continued to echo in the room as I ate with increasing desperation, and Theo just smirked.
I watched with horror and some arousal as he finally groaned, casting his head back as his hand reached down for Penny's head, holding her in place as he choked her on his dick. I could see through the table, and I could see she was still masturbating, even then, her tongue growing more active as she felt him coming straight down her throat.
Once he was spent, he popped her off his cock, and she quietly tucked him away before getting up to eat herself. "Whew! That's always great, Theo," she said. "You know, I never really liked sucking dick that much before you!"
"I have that effect on women," Theo said, oozing self-confidence, his eyes once more flicking to me. I wondered if he'd make me suck him off, or if he knew that I knew, or what else that look in his gaze could mean. "Oh, Darla," he said, "you remember what we were talking about earlier?"
"The-" I couldn't even say it. "The porno?" I managed after a moment of straining, flicking my gaze to the television.
He chuckled. "No. The job idea I had. How much do you make in a week, Penny?"
"Oh! Well, it's pretty variable. When you show up, I make less," she noted, giving him a wink and a playful smile. "Mm, but probably, a thousand dollars? Maybe two? It's hard to calculate off-hand, because I have to pay Lucky Ladies to be allowed to use the stage," she explained, "and it's really variable. I try to make sure to make all my clients happy, but- well! There's only one of them that I'm allowed to sleep with!"
"Well, if somebody gave you a job offer for a regular income, how much would it have to pay weekly to replace stripping?"
"Ah... well, it'd really depend on the job, you know? I don't mind stripping as much as a lot of other girls, but I really do need time to study, and stripping's pretty good for that. I only have to work two or three nights a week to make that much."
"Assume there's plenty of time to study," he said. "How much?"
"Um... I guess I could do it for a thousand dollars a week?"
He looked at me. My clit throbbed as I knew exactly what I had to say. What I was supposed to say. My mouth felt suddenly dry, as Penny's head turned my way. I don't actually make that much money! That's a huge chunk of my take home pay! Instead of saying that, though... "How would you like to work for me, Penny?"
"Oh! I'd love to, but, I am in college, so I can't do a normal nine to five, sorry," she said. Her lips wriggled on her face uncomfortably. "Ah, if it's to work at Empyreal, I think I could probably do night classes next semester-"
"It's not to work at Empyreal," Theo said.
"It's not?" Penny asked, sounding confused.
"No. I was thinking, ahm," I swallowed. I wanted to say this in the least humiliating way possible, though in a way, that made it a fresh sort of humiliation. "I'm busy with work a lot, and- well, you know, home stuff falls by the wayside sometimes. So, I was hoping, you could- well, you could save on rent, too, so there's that advantage, um," I stammered my way through my explanation, "you could cook and clean around the house, a-and fuck Theo sometimes, too, since he's staying here, and, yes. That's the idea."
Penny pursed her lips, tilting her head softly as she looked at me. I became aware that I was completely naked as she stared at me, my cheeks beginning to glow, a fresh wave of humiliation rolling over me as she contemplated my completely ridiculous, stupid, horrible offer.
"Sorry," I got out. "It's stupid, forget it-"
"No! No, sorry! I'm just surprised. Ah, I do have one question, though." I nodded. "So I would basically be, like, a maid?"
"Yes," I breathed out. My clit was on fire as I hung on her next word, even though I really would have preferred it if she said no.
"Sounds fun!" She said at last. "I technically already paid for the semester at the dorms, so, I will have that backup if it doesn't work out, so don't worry about me! Feel free to fire me if I suck!" She laughed, smiling, not a care in the world. I realized, belatedly, that I'd just offered her the chance to get paid to live with Theo and fuck him every day. Given how she acted with him at the club, she probably would have paid me to stay here. "Well! I thought you were going to ask me to work for Empyreal, honestly, but this is fun too. Probably more fun, if I'm being honest." She turned to Theo. "Theo, will you fuck me every day?"
"Probably," he said languidly, smirking at her.
"Great! Then I'll totally do it."
"Great," I said, and then ate another bite of queso.
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