Kelli was beginning to like her job for Mr. Smith. She was fed and paid well, had a place to sleep every night, and pretty much had the sex life of a whore without the worry of cops, bad dates or STDs. And that suited her just fine.
She liked playing hard to get, especially with Mr. Smith. It was quite a turn on to the guys at the house that they were able to make her submit, and she secretly enjoyed the submission routine. It came in handy when she wanted a certain guy to fuck her brains out, because she knew her Brittney-Spears-looks, small-town-girl charm, and hard-to-get attitude made it very hard for any guy to resist her. Hell, if it made a guy fly halfway across the country to fuck her and her best friend, it could make any guy do anything.
Kelli was looking forward to this upcoming weekend. It was Mr. Smith's birthday, and the rumor was that he usually picked his favorite girlfriend as her personal sex toy for the weekend. Kelli desperately wanted it to be her. She knew her chances were slim because she had only been in his employ for a few short months, but ever since his cock first came in her mouth, she ached for it to pound the hell out of her pussy.
Mr. Smith had sent up a box to her room. The hired help that brought it up waited until she opened the box. On top of the white tissue paper that was inside, she found a note that read: 'Wear this tonight. You have 25 minutes to get dressed, but wear no makeup nor do your hair. Signed, Mr. Smith'
"And I suspect that you are supposed to watch me get dressed, right?" Kelli asked the man at the door.
"Yes, ma'am. Mr. Smith's orders. I'm to make sure that you don't put on makeup or do your hair," he said.