Her Coffee Slave
Chapter 3
Erin, with nothing to do behind the counter, stood and watched Annie as she carried about the cafe.
“I have another gift for you, Annie!” Arman said, beckoning the younger woman over. Annie sighed, then approached the table full of Armenian businessmen with a bright smile on her face.
“Here,” he said, presenting her with a tiny jewelery box. Annie thanked him, then took the lid off and looked inside. The Armenian men howled with laughter once they saw her expression.
Inside was a butt plug, shaped in precise detail to look like a man’s cock. The only difference was the fact that it tapered towards the base then flanged out, so as not to get stuck inside of her. Annie studied the thing, and Erin didn’t have to guess whose cock the thing was based off of. Annie swallowed, keeping a smile on her face as best she could.
“Thanks Arman! I’ll wear it as soon as I get home,” she said, trying to extricate herself.
“No! No! Is part of your work outfit. You try it on here,” he responded. The color drained from Annie’s face, but she only nodded her head and went to the bathroom to put the butt plug inside of herself. The men chattered amongst themselves for a few minutes, until Annie rejoined them, walking in a different way than she did before. She was blushing deeply, and tried not to make eye contact with anyone.
“You like?” Arman said.
“Yeah...” Annie answered, with a weird expression on her face.
“Eh, you sound not so sure. Here, let me show you its feature,” Arman said, mischeviously pulling out his smartphone. He pressed a button, and Annie nearly jumped, instinctively reaching for her behind. If Erin had to guess, that butt plug was either vibrating or shocking the poor girl.
“See! It vibrates! Keep your day more interesting, yes?” Arman asked, savoring in Annie’s obvious discomfort.
“Uh, Yeah..” Annie said.
“Ah, you don’t sound happy! Ungrateful bitch! See all that I do for her, she doesn’t even give me thanks,” Arman said to his friends at the table.
“No! I’m sorry,” Annie said, quickly kneeling at Arman’s feet and putting a hand on his knee. “I love it. I will wear it all the time and think of you, varpet.”
Arman grinned widely, gloating to his friends that this beautiful white girl was so devoted to him.
“Okay struk. You come with me, and show me how you say thanks,” Arman said, standing up and offering a hand to Annie. She took it, and followed him into the massage room.
Annie had complained to Erin that Arman acted like a monster now that she was helpless but to obey his commands. Where once he offered to buy her nice things and take her out to dinner, he now expected her to perform sexual favors whenever he wanted. The only things he bought Annie now were toys and outfits that obviously satisfied some fetish of his, and he often brought his other dates to the cafe as though to rub it in Annie’s face that he was free to do as he wished. He used to compliment her all the time and begged her to be his girlfriend. Now, nothing she did was good enough and he seemed to get off on treating Annie like a slave.
Per Julia’s conditioning, Annie met all of his demands with a perfect smile and deferential obedience.
“Ding!”
Erin looked over to see that the two lattes were ready. She walked over to pick them up, and bring them out to the customers.
Most of the work of the cafe was done by machines and computers which Julia and Sophia had invested a considerable amount in. The new technology was a significantly more advanced than the old style of espresso machines found in cafeterias across the country. They could create perfect drinks in a fraction of the time that it would take a person, and freed up the labor to be more service-oriented. This way, the girls at Romm’s Coffee were only responsible for bringing the drinks to the customers, and they got no breaks from satisfying their clintele in whatever ways they wanted. Naturally, because the work was done by machines, the girls’ pay had been reduced considerably and people felt less of a need to tip.
Erin carried the drinks out on a tray towards Ali’s customer.
“Mmm, that’s lovely Ali, keep going just like that.”
Ali was in her usual position at the feet of an older woman. She was expertly kneading and manipulating the woman’s tender feet, paying special attention to her toes. The woman’s brown hair had a few streaks of grey in it, but her face had no wrinkles and her body was in top shape. She had sharp facial features, although the blissful expression on her face softened them considerably. Erin noticed she was wearing a wedding ring on her finger, studded with diamonds along its whole length.
“Mm, I’m so glad Deborah told me about this place,” the woman cooed as Erin handed her a drink. Ali pricked up at the mention of the woman’s name.
“Would Miss like the special foot reflexology?” Ali whispered in a very thick Chinese accent.
“Yes. Definitely,” the woman answered, and leaned back in her chair expectantly.
Ali continued massaging the woman’s feet, now with slower, more deliberate strokes. Occasionally the woman would gasp in pleasure as Ali hit a certain spot, then giggle afterwards. Her skirt had hiked several inches up her legs, but she didn’t seem concerned about it.
Gradually the woman’s breathing changed and she gripped the arms of the chair she was sitting in. The business woman seemed pleasantly surprised, and her eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. She was about to orgasm from the foot massage!
Ali was completely focused on her duty as the woman lost her composure, gasping and laughing and muttering pleasant things to herself. Few people in the cafe paid attention to her: this was a pretty normal thing nowadays. As Ali pampered the woman’s feet, the brunette squirmed and gasped, rocking her body and arching her back in what seemed to be a wonderful climax. Erin looked at Ali, who was doing her best to conceal the fact that she too was having an intense orgasm.
Few customers knew (or cared) that the employees or Romm’s Coffee were fitted with strange new technology that had peculiar and life-changing affects on them.
For Ali, there was some kind of neuronal re-orientation so that she felt intense sexual pleasure from giving massages. More than that, Ali could consistently bring her clients (always women, Erin noticed) to orgasm by giving them a lengthy foot massage. Ali’s own orgasms always synced up with her client’s, so that the girl had spent countless hours in the throes of passion while tending to the feet of wealthier women. Erin couldn’t guess the impact that would have on her, but she still judged Ali’s situation as better than the role Cami had.
“Wonderful, Ali. Let’s do that just... one more time,” the brunette woman said, a thin layer of perspiration covering her now glowing face. Ali nodded, and began the ritual again.
Erin walked back to her place at the register, which was only a tablet anchored to the desk, and continued her own task for the day.
As Sophia’s assistant, she had been tasked with planning a wonderful vacation for her. Sophia, of course, was extremely difficult to please and would often lash out at Erin for the smallest reason. Erin frowned as she compared Tokyo and Paris, noting that the hotels alone would cost over $800 a night. Every expenditure of money was a slap in Erin’s face as she watched her inheritance squandered on the most frivolous things. It especially pained Erin that she had lived so modestly, only to have Sophia barge in and waste all the money she had worked so hard to save.
Yet whenever Sophia asked her to do something, Erin obeyed without pause.
Erin spent the afternoon planning itineraries for her Aunt. In her peripheral, she saw Arman walking out of the massage room looking like a million bucks, followed by Annie who appeared wan and sad. Instead of rejoining the group of men, though, Annie approached Erin.
“Kish me,” Annie said, like her mouth was full of something. Erin didn’t have time to react as her friend pulled her in for an open-mouthed kiss.
Erin was shocked, and even moreso when Annie spat some warm, thick fluid into Erin’s mouth. Her eyes shot open as she realized what was happening, and Annie quickly took a few steps back and whispered, “sorry.” Erin looked over to the group of men, who were grinning from ear to ear as they watched the scene. Annie rejoined them as Erin wrapped her head around the fact that she had just taken Arman’s cum in her mouth. She swallowed quickly, though, not wanting to give them a reason to be mad at her.
“You help my friend Alex too, go on!” Arman told Annie, who smiled and invited Alex for a ‘massage.’
She had worked through the entire table of men and they all appeared quite happy and relaxed by the end of the day when they settled their tab and left. Each time, Annie would walk up to Erin and theatrically kiss her friend, sharing the man’s cum with her. The guys seemed very pleased to watch this exchange, and would laugh heartily each time. On their way out, Arman slapped Annie’s butt loudly enough that the sound reverberated through the cafe, then jiggled her pert behind a little bit.
“You wear this every day now, and think of me always!” Arman said before he left.
There wasn’t even the slightest crack in Annie’s smile.
Cami stopped in to the cafe that evening as they were cleaning up for the day, followed by Julia. Cami wore frayed denim short shorts, flip flops, and a simple white shirt that showed off her toned body while Julia had on her usual business attire. Erin felt a pang of jealousy at Cami’s hairstyle: she had long blonde locks that went all the way down to the middle of her back that was always waved to have a beautiful volume.
All of the girls beamed when they saw Julia, and greeted her as though she were their best friend in the world. When the cleaning had finished, Julia sat with her employees at a booth. She had slipped off her high heels at the door of course, and she currently had one foot in Erin’s lap and the other in Annie’s lap as the girls dilligently rubbed her feet.
“So, Cami, why don’t you tell the girls how your new job is going?” Julia said.
“It’s great!” Cami announced. “So, Julia got me an internship at the fertility clinic up the street. At first I was a little nervous, but the job turned out to be totally doable.”
Erin tried not to sigh. The job was a mockery of everything Camille used to believe in.
“Details, Cami!” Julia ordered. “We’re all friends here!”
“Well,” Cami said, blushing, “Specifically, I help with their research into the affect that partnered orgasms have on sperm count. So, when some men come in, they can use me to help gather their sperm sample.”
Cami continued like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Sometimes they want me to help them with my hands, sometimes they want me to use my mouth. Sometimes, we even have sex to see exactly what their sperm count would be during intercourse. Whatever they want, I help them with. It’s a really casual atmosphere too. Like, occasionally the guys get too excited and accidentally finish inside of me. That’s totally okay when it happens, though, because then they just have to wait two days to come back and we try again!”
Erin’s jaw would have dropped, if she were a free girl anymore.
“Although, usually the guys like to have a second go just to see what it would look like,” Cami added, trying to sound nonchalant.
“We’re getting amazing research,” Julia added. “It turns out that when guys are with Cami, they produce around 22% more sperm compared to being alone! Oh, and Cami tell them about the new method of improving motility that you helped discover!”
Cami swallowed, and blinked her eyes more quickly.
“Oh yeah,” she began, sounding genuinely distressed. “Well, it’s kind of embarassing. But I was helping Mr. Livinsgstone, you remember him? He’s that banker who made his money in the foreclosure wave last year.”
She didn’t add that she had protested the man’s methodology, writing to local papers calling him a criminal and a villain who preyed on the poor.
“Anyway, he wanted me to... stick my tongue up his ass to stimulate his prostate as he, you know, worked himself. And he called me names like, “slut” and “whore” and “stupid bitch” the whole time. When he came, though, his sperm showed 40% more motility than normal! So, a lot of men have shown interest in that specific treatment and I’ve been doing a lot of it. They finish pretty hard though, and sometimes they can’t even stand afterwards.”
Annie, Ali, and Erin were aghast. Julia smiled as she saw the looks of disdain on their faces.
“And?” Julia said, prodding Cami along.
“Oh yeah,” Cami said, playing with her hair in a disarming way. “And it’s not just rich old men who come to the clinic. In fact, some of the guys who come aren’t even trying to have kids anytime soon, they just want to know they are healthy. You remember the Phi Kappa Gamma fraternity?”
Erin felt a pit in her stomache, but continued the massage. She dared a glance at Annie, who had a measured smile, looking like the crack in a frozen lake right before the thing shatters and you fall in.
The Phi Kappa Gamma fraternity was a loud, piggish group of guys that Cami had campaigned against after an email leak revealed they viewed and treated women like sex objects. They boasted of the women they slept with, the cars they drove, the jobs they were guaranteed once they graduated. They got a lot of bad publicity, and Camille’s efforts resulted in the college pulling funding for their organization, when they could have otherwise skated by. As a result of this decision, the fraternity had to cancel a lot of their mixers and focus more on community service to rebuild their image. Cami had laughed when she learned how badly she messed them up, and couldn’t help but gloat about it on her various social media profiles.
“So they have been coming in, too. Darien, their president, likes it when I fit his balls in my mouth while he... jacks off. He’s pretty... inaccurate though. So far, he hasn’t once made it into the collection cup – he always finishes on my face. We don’t even have his numbers yet, because he prefers me to gather it up with my fingers then swallow the stuff. And I always finish by thanking him and asking him to please schedule his next appointment.”
To Erin, this was nearly too much. She was still a virgin after all this time, despite her intimate familiarity with performing oral sex on other women.
Julia cleared her throat.
“Oh, and it’s an unpaid internship,” Cami went on. “So I had to get rid of my apartment, my nice car, and I even sold my old phone to get some cash on hand. That’s the bright side to Phi Kappa Gamma losing funding from the college: this way, there’s fewer inspections from campus security. I was worried for a bit about where I would stay, but Julia had a great suggestion.”
Erin’s mouth felt dry. She hated where this was going.
“So, after I begged Darien for long enough, he agreed to let me stay at the Phi Kappa Gamma house as their house... pet,” Cami said, and she couldn’t manage to sound happy about that part.
“I do all the housework: the cleaning, the laundry, the cooking, the dishes, and in exchange they allow me to stay there for reduced rent! It’s really a win-win, because now that the guys can work off their sexual energy, they do better in school and they are more relaxed and laid back when dealing with girls on campus. They only want $1100 a month from me, and they provide me with all my outfits to wear so I don’t have to worry about not having a room to keep my stuff,” Cami said, as though she had any reason to be happy about her situation.
Erin knew for a fact that her friend used to pay just $600 a month for her own studio, and she prized her independence and solitude. But where could Cami possibly be getting $1100 a month for the fraternity’s ridiculous rent?
“Mostly, I’ve been paying the rent from my savings,” Cami added as though answering her friend’s question. “But with that money running out, I’ve been looking at other ways to make money. One of the brothers has a hook up at a place called the Lavender Lounge, and he says I could try dancing there to get some cash. In the meantime, the frat house is a great place to practice collecting sperm samples from the guys. They love it when I go around in the mornings working on them. They call me, “the cure for morning wood.”
“Are there any downsides?” Julia asked. Cami seemed conflicted – what was she allowed to say that was negative?
“Only a couple, honestly. I only wish they didn’t make me eat on my hands and knees out of a cat food bowl. And I also wish they didn’t have the policy that I have to drink any leftover beer or alcohol before I pour out the bottle or cup or whatever,” Cami answered.
With that, Cami seemed to be finished. Erin didn’t know exactly how to respond: should she be enthusiastic? Encouraging? Did Julia want her to volunteer to join in?
“Well, it sounds nice,” Julia said, urging all her employees to agree. The rest of them nodded and smiled, even though it sounded like torment.
“Annie, how are things with you? Why don’t you tell us about your new political awakening,” Julia said, with a sarcastic tone. Annie cleared her throat, and Erin gave a crooked smile.
“So, it started with a job offer from Arman,” Annie started to explain. It was an offer he had made countless times before, and Erin had strongly considered banning him from the cafe for being so crass. Yet here Annie was, taking him up on his seedy request.
“At first, I found it hard to wrap my head around. I mean, I used to be really against the stuff he does,” Annie said, obviously feeling put on the spot.
“What is it?” Julia asked. She knew full well what it was.
“Well, Arman is involved with a company that makes... erotic videos for certain audiences. I had first thought it was kind of trashy, but he talked me into seeing what it’s about, and I was surprised.”
Erin tried not to scoff.
“Basically, they find actresses who will act out certain clients’ requests, then they make a film with them. Some of their clients are high-rollers, and they’ll spend $20,000 to produce something to their liking.”
Erin knew that none of that money was going to Annie.
“And sometimes, a bunch of guys can come together and each chip in some money to create a project based on what they want to see. It turns out guys have a lot of different things they like to see.”
Annie sighed, and went on.
“Sometimes, it’s a simple role play. Teacher / student is popular, or a Lady and her maid. A lot of guys love discipline videos: I’ve been spanked more times than I can count. Outfits: those are a big thing guys like. I’ve worn latex, high heels, leather, lace, you name it. One time I wore an angel costume as I... performed oral sex on a young man.”
“But he doesn’t make the videos with you, right?” Julia asked.
“No,” Annie answered. “Guys, it turns out, want a variety of women. Even Arman says he’s getting a little tired of me.”
Erin suppressed a sigh – Arman used to obsess over Annie and offer her anything for just a kiss. Now he was openly telling her he was tired of fucking her?
“So what I do is help Arman’s company to audition the actors and actresses. They will have a casting call looking for people, and I partner up with them to act out a certain scene. Sometimes Arman will want to see how a girl reacts to... having me lick her pussy on camera. Or he will want to see the expressions a guy makes as he has sex, so they bring me in to find out. The casting calls are small sometimes, but sometimes they get a big response. One day I licked more than ten different women to orgasms, and it was also a discipline shoot so they each had a riding crop they would hit me with while I did it. By the end of the day, my knees and my tongue and my back hurt, but we found the perfect girl for the job.”
“Do you enjoy it?” Julia asked, obviously unconcerned with the answer.
“Not usually, but I’m just happy to help. That’s what has become more important to me, I’d say,” Annie answered.
“What do you mean?” Julia asked. Erin noticed that the tone in Annie’s voice had changed, like she was being sincere or she was at least acting in a convincing way.
“Well, I realize now that I was pretty selfish before. I only cared about getting my own needs met, and if a guy came on too strong I thought he was a pervert or a creep. I never thought about it from his perspective: what it’s like to have all these sexual urges and not have anyone willing to act them out with you. So now, I can help these unfortunate guys by creating a fantasy for them to watch, so they at least have something!”
Erin was stunned. Annie had always resented creepy guys and male entitlement. She took classes on how to empower women to stand up to demanding men, and she was an outspoken critic of things like catcalling and objectification. Now she was practically the poster girl for female sexual submission: a sex-kitten actress who fulfilled any male fantasy and who didn’t even have reasonable boundaries. Could Annie actually be proud of this accomplishment, or was it just another part of Julia’s conditioning?
“Arman mentioned that he took you on a trip to one of his favorite countries, could you tell us about that?” Julia asked. There was palpable tension as Annie stared off into the distance, maybe re-living the trip.
“Absolutely,” Annie said, sounding pleased in spite of her obvious discomfort.
“So Arman read some of the essays I wrote and he decided that it would be enlightening for me to see what other countries were like, so that I would appreciate America more. The first place we went was Saudi Arabia, where women aren’t even allowed to drive cars or walk around unaccompanied. We decided that the story was that I was his cousin, and he was looking for a suitable guy to have me marry.”
Erin thought back to when Annie (who used to call herself Winter, she reminded herself) wrote a series of essays on the treatment of women in the world. The essays were moving and well-researched, and Winter was on the verge of establishing herself as a rising scholar. Saudi Arabia was singled out as a particularly regressive country, and Winter heaped a lot of well-deserved criticism on their government.
“It really gave me an inside look on Saudi society. Arman told these men that I was not very good at cooking or cleaning, but that I more than made up for it with my skills in bed. Naturally, the men wanted to know if he was telling the truth or not, so I would sleep with each of my potential suitors in the hopes of landing a husband. Most of these men were very sexually frustrated, because Saudi society takes such a dim view on premarital sex. So while they were testing me out, they were also unloading a lot of sexual frustration, which I think is a good thing.”
Julia laughed openly, and Annie went on.
“For the most part, they were thrilled to have sex with an American woman, especially one as white as me. And their reactions were mixed. A lot of them called me a “western whore” after having sex, and proudly declared they would never marry someone like me. That kind of hurt. But some of them wanted to marry me as soon as possible! One guy even suggested that we find a place to get married that night. Ultimately, though, it was just an experiment to see what life is like in Saudi Arabia. I came back to the US as a single woman!”
Winter held up her left hand, showing that there was no wedding ring there.
“What a lucky girl!” Julia announced, and Winter could only smile demurely.
“Ali, how about you? Why don’t you explain to the girls what you’ve been up to?” Julia asked.
“Yes Miss Romm,” Ali began, while massaging the woman’s foot.
“I have been very busy, so many clients!” Ali murmured. “Many women want my service, and Alexis offered me a job at her office.”
Erin blanched. Alexis was one of their most obnoxious customers, although she looked quite different than most of the others. She had pale skin and black hair, with elaborate tattoos and piercings all over her body. She made her fortune by founding La Femme clothing company, which had immediately become a major success. La Femme was alternative style known for the young, edgy women that patronized it.
“Alexis, she only hire young women at her company, many of them open-minded and enjoy my services,” Ali explained. In broken English, she described her most recent day at work.
“Naturally, as the office ‘foot girl,’ as they call me, I must to be the first person to arrive. My day begins at 7 AM when I show up to the office and start cleaning from the day before. I vaccuum, clean the toilets, and do all the dishes left in the communal kitchen from the day before. Their office is amazing! It is on the 35th floor of a building downtown, with views of the entire city. It has ammenities I don’t understand how they can afford to offer: free sashimi, nitro ice coffee, and all the employees are free to wear whatever clothing they’d like from La Femme. All the employees except me, of course. Since I am an independent contractor, my rate of pay and access to supplies are much lower than the other girls. Sometimes, the girls are nice enough to give me the last sip of their coffee, though.”
Julia snorted as Ali continued her story. Erin had heard people talk about the girls at La Femme: it was said have the cattiest, cliquiest rich girls of any company. Of course, each employee was gorgeous because of Alexis’s strict requirement that they have over 200,000 followers on IG. These were the exact sort of ‘models’ that had everyone else pay their way in life, and now Ali’s sole purpose was to massage their feet and make their lives even easier.
“I began the day by working on Diane, who is their Director of Social Media. She is a beautiful, tall girl with honey-brown complexion, and she’s attending a private fashion university. She got to work late, though, because she was hungover from partying last night. It was really interesting hearing about her night out as she chatted on her phone! I was, of course, kneeling in front of her the entire time tending to her sore feet. While she talked about the guy she had sex with last night, I carefully kneaded her soles and did my usual routine. Diane said that the guy didn’t make her cum last night, and that’s why she appreciate me so much! By the end of the massage, we both had a really good orgasm that helped clear her head so she could work.”
“So Diane dismissed me, and then I saw Miranda sitting in the lounge area, with her bare feet propped up on a coffee table. She smirked at me, and called me over to give her a foot massage and spa pedicure, which is another one of my duties,” Ali explained.
Erin knew the Miranda she was talking about. She had attended their high school, and was a bratty popular girl who got Cs in all her classes because she didn’t have to worry about college or money. She was half white and half Latina, with thick black hair and full lips and she always wore the best brands. There were always stupid girls following her around doing menial things for her to try and gain her favor. In their creative writing class, for example, there was one girl who would do Miranda’s makeup each morning, while another girl massaged her hand. Erin told herself that she would win in the end by going to college and getting a nice job, which was painful to think about now.
“It is such a pleasure to work for Miranda,” Ali continued. “And she is constantly reminding me of that fact. She especially likes it when I compliment her and tell her all the amazing things about herself. Sometimes, she jokes that I should give her money for the privilege of caring for her size 5 feet. They are so soft and well-exfoliated, you can really tell that she is a woman of leisure! In fact, whenever La Femme needs a model for a new line of shoes, they usually call Miranda. It’s my job to make sure that her feet are camera-ready, and to giver her many orgasms to keep her calm during photography. One time, they even filmed an interview with Miranda while I was massaging her feet! She made the most beautiful faces each time she came, and it’s one of La Femme’s most-watched promotions.”
Erin pictured the smirk on Miranda’s face as Ali slaved away at her feet. Knowing Miranda, though, one servant wouldn’t be enough.
“After I had finished doing Miranda’s pedicure, Kelly and Victoria wanted theirs done too. It was a very busy day and I didn’t even have time for the lunch I brought. Well, Kelly gave me a few of the truffle oil fries she had ordered. But that was only after we had used them as her toe separators, and I had to...”
Ali’s shame was palpable as she forced herself to continue. The ordeal she was describing had been filmed and uploaded to the Internet. Erin had viewed it, and knew that Kelly and Victoria were two statuesque blondes with fierce eyebrows and cruel smiles.
Ali went on: “Kelly thought it would be fun if I used only my tongue to get the truffle oil fries from between her toes. She nearly moaned with pleasure as I ran my tongue between each of her long toes, taking the fries into my mouth. I mean, her feet were very clean from the pedicure and the fries tasted amazing. Victoria was laughing the entire time, and even wanted me to do the same thing for her! They both loved the sensation of my tongue between their toes, and agreed that I would need to take my lunch this way more often. They started coming up with ideas for other things I could eat from between their toes: marshmallows, gummy bears, mochi.”
Julia was typing something into her cell phone, a broad grin on her face.
“I should tell you,” Julia said to Ali, “that you are only at La Femme because Alexis and her staff was quite interested in your services. If they hadn’t stepped in, you might have ended up working at my friend’s company in China.”
Erin saw Ali flare her nostrils.
From Ali’s description of China, she was practically a sex servant for recent trip there. Julia had arranged that the girl tour several different companies, always meeting with the highest echelons of the organizations: CEOs, directors, and investors.The men (and few women) would want to test the boundaries of Ali’s training by making outrageous sexual demands that the girl was happy to oblige.
Occasionally she would pour tea before crawling beneath the table to satisfy each of the men using her mouth. Other times, she would make the rounds and see each person individually in their private office, offering him or her the charms of her body. She had been given a refresher course in Mandarin, learning to speak encouraging phrases to the men as they thrust away inside of her. Julia would give her a briefing of each person’s likes and dislikes, so she became intimately familiar with how to please them on many different levels.
It was the ultimate humiliation for poor Ali. She had, in her youth, vigorously oppposed these men and everything they stood for. She was aware of each person’s unique transgressions and what they had done to damage the world. Now, she was their perfect sex toy – a pretty, inviting young woman who was willing to indulge their every fantasy. Erin could only picture the look on Ali’s face whenever she would bring one of these men to the height of pleasure, struck by the unsettling notion that they had the world and they had her as well.
“Well, I am happy to stay in the US with my friends,” Ali said finally.
There was a gap in the conversation. Erin was surprised that Julia didn’t make Ali talk about her volunteering at the local college where she did foot reflexology for the Women in Science club. Ali had confessed that this was particularly painful, to merely serve at the feet of women who were living out her dreams. She was treated like some kind of servant by those who were once her peers. It was amazing how these girls had disregarded any notion of sisterhood when it came to Ali – they were condescending and demanding towards the girl, as though it were natural to have someone at their beck and call.
“Well Erin, your turn! How has life been with your Aunt Sophia?” Julia asked. Erin would have groaned, but her conditioning was too strong. Whenever Julia asked her something, she hurried to comply.
“It’s been great!” Erin began. “Aunt Sophia has managed to forgive me for the trick I played on her, although it did teach her how important it is to properly discipline me.”
Erin’s behind still bore red welts from a recent discipline session, but Sophia had done far worse things than that.
“I mean, I definitely bring it on myself. Like, the other night when I drew her bath I used chamomile oil instead of lavender. She was livid, because lavender helps her unwind after a long day of shopping. So to correct my behavior, she got some big bags of ice and dumped them into the bath. I stripped down and hopped into the water and it was freezing! I started shivering and felt like I was going to get hypothermia or something. Aunt Sophia, meanwhile, got a mug of hot tea and sat on the side of the bath to watch, and so I could ask for her forgiveness.”
“After a few minutes, she needed to use the toilet and an idea struck her. She said that if I agreed to help her try out a urine cleanse, we could move past this. I agreed, so she dumped the rest of her tea into the bath, then sat on the toilet to urinate. Only, she held the mug beneath herself to gather up all of her pee. Some of it dribbled onto the side of the cup, and she said I could get out of the bath and drink her urine to help warm myself up. I was barely even thinking at that point, but I was so glad to get out of the bath that I leapt at the chance.”
Erin would have groaned if she could. It was one thing for her to actually do this nasty thing, but it was even worse to have to tell her friends about it.
“With Aunt Sophia watching, I drank all of her urine,” Erin went on, trying to sound casual. “It actually didn’t taste so bad. Salty, sour, and really warm. Honestly, it did help me warm up because I was shivering pretty badly from the ice bath. Aunt Sophia insisted that I thank her for her wonderful gift, and said that from now on I should ask her nicely for her to... share her heavenly fluids with me. She says that I can try the urine cleanse for a month, and then I can report to her any health benefits there are. So far, I’ve drank her pee maybe 10 times and don’t feel any different. I have learned that it tastes better later in the day, and worse when it’s her first pee of the day.”
Julia raised an eyebrow at Erin’s vague criticism, and Erin felt her heart drop.
“B-but no matter what I’m happy that she’s putting up with me! I mean, Aunt Sophia is so beautiful and perfect, I’m just lucky she keeps me around,” Erin added nervously. “I even lick her hands clean whenever a stray bit of urine lands on them as she’s collecting it, it tastes so wonderful.”
“How are the job fairs going?” Julia asked Erin, while pulling her feet away from the girls and slipping them back into her high heels. Erin managed not to wince.
“It was a huge success,” Erin said. She wished it weren’t, though.
“So, I worked at a booth for The Romm Method,” Erin started to explain, “to get the word out and gauge people’s interest. Julia invited a lot of the girls we went to high school with, along with businessmen from different companies and countries. It took place at the Westpoint Hotel, and everyone was dressed so nicely!”
Everyone except Erin, that is.
Instead of clothing, Julia had Erin wear body paint done to give the illusion of a white tank top and blue short shorts. Although the artwork was well-done, Erin couldn’t avoid feeling exposed and vulnerable in front of such a big crowd of people. She remembered her cheeks burning as men and women passed by her booth, the girls laughing and the men ogling her. She only had a little stool to sit on, and instead of a full-sized table she only got a TV tray with some business cards and pamphlets. She did her best to keep her legs together, but was required to stand and greet each person who came up to her booth and offer her services.
The only piece of furniture at her booth was a zero-gravity reclining chair, for girls to sit at while Erin worked on them.
“I helped out by giving the girls foot massages since they were all wearing such high heels,” Erin continued. “And while I would work on their feet, guys from different businesses would ask us both questions to find out more about our plans. Like, you all know Brittney Drake, who went to school with us?”
Brittney was an aspiring actress/model type, with mocha skin and big eyes that gave her a youthful appearance. She was nice enough to Erin in school, but was known for being a terror to the stage assistants who helped her during the school plays.
The rumor was that she made Sarah, a member of the crew, her personal assistant in charge of helping her change shoes during performances. Brittney’s diva behavior only grew more bold over time, until she joked that Sarah was her personal “foot girl.” Her responsibilities were only limited by the young actress’s imagination. Sarah had become increasingly distressed, eventually succumbing to Brittney’s demands and humbly massaging the girl’s feet during each rehearsal and for the rest of the school year beyond that.
“Well, Brittney was there, and she wanted me to massage her feet since she missed having Sarah around to do it. We got to talking, and she bragged about going to school in New York to study acting, and she said she could really use someone like me. I guess the life of an actress is really stressful, and having someone devote themselves to her feet helps Brittney deal with all the pressure.”
Annie gave a dubious smile, and Cami nodded blankly.
“So, Brittney signed up to maybe get an assistant of her own.” Erin said, “But while I was massaging her feet, there was a guy at the booth, and it seemed like he was interviewing her the entire time. He asked her nationality, and when he found out she was part Greek, he said he had an office in New York where she could work while going to school. I don’t understand what her nationality has to do with it, but he seemed very adamant about having Brittney work for him.”
Erin suspected she knew the answer, but any attempt to warn Brittney was in vain. She kneaded the girl’s soles, admiring her high arches as she teased the guy who showed so much interest in her.
“She played coy at first, saying that she had a lot of job offers and that she wasn’t ready to decide. She even asked if they had someone like me at the office, because she tried to get daily foot massages to help her feet recover from all the dancing she does. The guy was really determined to get her onboard, though, and said yes to practically all of her questions. By the end of it, they had both submitted their information to the Romm Method. I hope it works out for them!” Erin finished.
She was sincerely curious as to which one of them would end up on top, but a guilt washed over her for helping to create such a situation.
Brittney’s body was a male fantasy: her legs and butt were toned from all her time dancing, she was flexible from her time doing yoga, and she had a healthy glow from all her beauty routines. Erin suspected that the guy would pay a lot of money to have Brittney subjected to the Romm Method, and Erin wondered what payment Brittney could possibly offer to get her own assistant.
“Sophia tells me that you’re still a virgin,” Julia teased, and Erin inhaled sharply.
Annie, Cami, and even Ali looked over to Erin in disbelief. For some reason, this was more humiliating than anything else she had experienced so far.
“That’s true,” she finally managed. “Mistress Sophia has decided that I’m not mature enough decisions when it comes to s-e-x, so she makes them all for me.”
It was demeaning for her to have to refer to sex in a prudish way, but Sophia seemed to take pleasure in giving Erin an immature attitude towards sex. Through discipline and reward, Sophia had created within Erin an aversion to sex along with an obsession with it. Erin became helplessly emabarassed whenever the subject came up, but Sophia loved to throw it in Erin’s face as often as she could.
Erin was a virgin in only the strictest sense of the word: she had never had a man inside of her, but her Mistress had exposed her to so many other ways of pleasure and lust that the girl was practically mad with desire and unfulfilled passions.
“What’s it like?” Julia asked, checking the time. All the other girls seemed intent on hearing Erin’s answer.
“It’s ... frustrating. My Mistress has a voracious sexual appetite, and she is really vocal whenever she’s with a guy,” Erin answered. “Like, at least once a week she likes to go to a nearby lounge and bring home a man with her. I go with her, naturally, and listen to them flirt at the bar. Most of the time, the guys try to angle for a threesome, but Aunt Sophia is firm that I’m only there to watch, take notes, and film.”
Erin felt a pressure build up in her temples.
“My Mistress likes to sit in the back of the car as I drive them to our house, kissing whoever the lucky guy is and encouraging him to touch her all over. She practically narrates what’s going on, and it really drives me crazy since nobody ever touches me like that,” Erin admitted, surprising herself with her honesty.
“When they get to the bedroom, my Mistress likes for me to help her strip down to excite the guy. She requires that I remain fully clothed, although I’m allowed to encourage the guy as he... is intimate with her. She likes me to call out things like “harder!” and “that’s so hot” “oh my god he’s perfect!” Of course, my Mistress is moaning and giggling and talking dirty the entire time, and each guy she gets with really rises to the occasion of having an audience.”
“As a rule, my Mistress never uses condoms. That’s the part of the sex she seems to enjoy the most: when they finish inside of her,” Erin said, feeling dizzy at the thought of it.
“When they withdraw, my Mistress calls me over to clean her up. I use my tongue to gather up all of the guy’s mess, and daintily lick it out of her flower. If she didn’t climax, then it’s my job to make sure she finishes. It’s always an ego boost to the guy, knowing that his cum isn’t going to waste. Usually, seeing it gets him ready to go again, and I stand aside for round two.”
The only comfort was that Erin wasn’t related to her Aunt Sophia by blood, is what she told herself when she became utterly aroused each time she licked the woman’s pussy.
Of all the things her Mistress made her do, this one had the most profound affect on the girl. It was the lowest, most submissive gesture she could imagine, and it reinforced her natural inferiority to her fiery-haired Mistress. How could she ever think of herself as an equal, if she regularly licked cum out of the woman’s pussy, and seemed to exist to heighten the woman’s sexual pleasure? To slave away on all the menial tasks so that Sophia could have more time to enjoy the most decadent pleasures life had to offer?
“They usually go at it twice, sometimes as much as four times a night. Each time, my Mistress requires me to clean her up. When they finish, I take out my frustration in the usual way, on my webcam show.”
Erin was referring to her new way of making money for her Mistress. Aunt Sophia had set up a high-definition webcam page, and Erin’s new job was to make a show of playing with her pussy while an anonymous audience watched online. They would donate money for her to do certain things, although the kinds of things they wanted were usually pretty taxing on the poor girl.
She had worn butt plugs, used all manner of vibrators, and had even worn things like nipple clamps and gags as she teased her own pussy for her insatiable audience. Aunt Sophia insisted that Erin must never cum while doing these shows (she maintained strict control over Erin’s orgasms), but Erin had to pretend to climax for the sake of the show. She would beg her viewers to donate money, and put on a sexy show of pouting and pleading to coax out their generosity.
She wondered how many of her former classmates were watching, and she suspected that Julia or her Mistress had linked them to her page.
It drove Erin mad. She had to simulate the heights of pleasure she never quite reached, with the knowledge that her greedy audience would just cum and forget about her until the next night’s performance. She had made thousands of dollars, although she had to constantly spend money on wigs, costumes, and sex toys that people had requested. One time, she had even been told to wax her pussy on camera, which was surprisingly one of her most viewed videos.
“My webcam business has been getting way more popular, which is nice,” Erin stated with convincing enthusiasm. “I’m a little nervous about the upcoming “painslut Saturday” – the last time I dripped hot wax on myself it really hurt! But that’s what won the most donations, and I have to give the viewers what they want, right?”
Annie, Ali, and Cami all nodded.
“My Mistress has the finest taste, so even with me making thousands of dollars for her each month, she’s been spending from my... I mean her inheritance. Last weekend, we went shoe shopping, and she had me fetch different pairs of high heels for her to try on. I don’t think there was a single pair that cost less than $2,000 and she got over a dozen pairs of shoes! Each time, she would have me kiss each pair of shoes before I put them on her feet and after I took them off. Some of the customers gave us a weird look, but I guess when people are spending that much money they can do pretty much anything,” Erin said.
Erin was haunted by the looks that the other patrons in the upscale boutique gave her that day. Its clientele consisted of Persian trophy wives, Chinese heiresses, and wealthy Arab women who all watched with keen interest as Erin massaged her Aunt Sophia’s feet as one of the many store clerks fetched shoes for the woman. Of course, most of the customers had clerks similarly waiting on them.
The Rodeo drive shoe store was the height of decadence that day, with Erin’s Mistress commanding the attention of several of the clerks. Its staff seemed to consist entirely of college-aged middle class girls of different nationalities and body types, all wearing the same uniform: stockings supported by garter belts, a short black skirt and a pink blouse. High heels were out of the question, and each girl had on a pair of simple black leather flats so they could wait on the store’s upscale patrons easier. They wore red lipstick and sharp eyeliner, which gave a refined appearance.
None were permitted to wear nail polish, probably so that their hands would not pull attention from the womens’ pedicures as they helped change their shoes.
“I’m kind of jealous, actually,” Erin continued. “They had one willowy blonde girl whose job it was to just go around giving out chocolates and pouring free champagne, and a tiny Puerto Rican girl who would brush women’s hair and style it while they waited. Some of the women even got shoulder and neck massages from one girl as the another girl helped them with their shoes. And those girls were really motivated to make the sale,” Erin said, her eyes lighting up as she recalled the strangeness in the store.
“Like, no job was beneath them. One woman was especially demanding. Her name was Sharifa, and she was a heavy-set Arab with thick black hair and thick thighs.”
Erin remembered the woman’s cruel smile, her heavy eyebrows and dark complexion. She appeared like royalty the way she leaned back in her chair and ordered the staff around. But what was most striking about the woman was that she was probably wearing over $150,000 worth of tasteful jewelery in the form of bracelets, bangles, rings and a pearl necklace.
Erin continued.
“She decided she didn’t like a certain piece of chocolate after she popped it in her mouth. So she called over Trisha, who was the blonde girl passing the chocolates out. Trisha actually held out her hand and the Arab woman spat her partially-chewed chocolate into Trisha’s bare palm! Trisha thanked the Sharifa for her patience, but Sharifa only told her to hold on because she still had some of the chocolate in her mouth. She swished some saliva around her mouth, gathering the smallest bits of chocolate, then spat again into Trisha’s hand!”
Julia was smiling darkly. Erin recalled Trisha’s hands: she had such long and narrow fingers she could have been a hand model or a pianist. The chocolate contrasted sharply with Trisha’s lily-white skin, and the saliva shined under the warm incandescent lighting of the store.
“But Sharifa still wasn’t consoled. She threatened to complain to Trisha’s manager about the poor quality of the chocolate. Trisha pleaded with her not to do that – apparently the store takes complaints very seriously. Sharifa, in her fury, told Trisha to eat the chocolate and see if it was worthy of her. Trisha blinked, but withered under Sharifa’s stern gaze. Then Trisha lifted her hand to her mouth and used her tongue to scoop up Sharifa’s half-eaten chocolate and all the saliva that the Arab woman had spat onto it. Her brow furrowed and I could see her neck muscles strain as she forced herself to eat the chocolate. When Trisha had swallowed it, she bowed her head and said that the chocolate was unworthy of such a wonderful client such as Sharifa.”
“That seemed to make the full-figured woman happy, but an idea crept into her head. She said that maybe she wasn’t being fair: she would try each of the chocolates that Trisha had before she made her final decision. If she liked a piece, she would swallow it. If not, she had Trisha to help her get rid of it. Trisha knelt to the side of Sharifa’s chair and gave each piece to the Arab beauty, but Sharifa only liked one or two of the dozen pieces of chocolate. Each other one, she spat into Trisha’s hand for the blonde girl to swallow. One time, Sharifa missed Trisha’s hand, and insisted that the girl lick the chocolate off of the tile floor.”
Erin was sure that the Arab bitch had missed Trisha’s hand on purpose.
Trisha looked quite shaken after she had eaten so much of the woman’s saliva, but it did seem to appease the plump woman. By the end of the day, Sharifa had spent $20,000 on shoes. Erin saw that she had tipped Trisha a couple of dollars, and then requested the blonde girl’s personal cell phone number. Erin saw the fear in Trisha’s big blue eyes after the Arab woman mentioned a job offer. But at that point, she was carrying all the shoes that her Aunt had bought out the store.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that everyone’s so happy!” Julia announced, clapping her hands together and smiling brightly. “But I have some bad news!” Julia added, pouting in an exaggerated way.
“I’m about to head on to my next job, and I probably won’t see you guys for a while,”
Erin felt an urge begin somewhere deep inside of her, rising up past all her fear and conditioning and every one of the degradations she had faced. The words came as though they were from another person: the proud girl Erin used to be instead of the defeated slave she was now.
“Julia, who are you?” Erin whispered.
At this, Julia seemed genuinely surprised. She looked at Erin with a new respect and, Erin thought, with the smallest hint of fear.
“Wow Erin, I’m surprised right now! I’ve been doing this for a long time, and you know you’re the only person who’s ever managed to ask me that?” Julia said. Erin already felt her resolve weakening as the blonde woman eyed her over.
“I wonder what about you is different?” Julia wondered aloud. “Maybe I should study you more closely and see what you can teach me. How would you like to spend the next few years naked in a cage in some laboratory?”
Erin gasped, but Julia just laughed and suggested it was a joke.
“Just kidding. I don’t have that power. You’re already bought and paid for, and I couldn’t mess with that even if I wanted to.” Erin felt her shoulders drop in relief.
“But really, it doesn’t matter! This is the way things are, and the best thing you girls can do is accept it. You’re going to be waiting on people hand and foot: satisfying their most depraved whims, accepting their abuse, and living to bring pleasure to the people who despise you. You’ll be scurrying from humiliation to humiliation, eating the leftover scraps of the most privileged people. You’ll meet each of their outrageous demands with a demure smile and a chipper, ‘Yes sir! Yes madam!’ And if you displease them in even the slightest way, they can come up with outrageous punishments to inflict on your poor young bodies,” Julia lectured.
“I’d spend less time thinking about where you are, and more time about how to make people happy. Because if you mess up too badly, there’s always Dr. Mina available to give you an attitude adjustment.”
Erin went white at the mention of the horrible doctor. She had explained her ordeals to her friends, and each one had dreaded being the next victim of the sadistic woman.
“Anyway, I have to be in Tokyo tomorrow, so this is goodbye for now. But keep on your toes, girls! Even when you have another girl’s toes in your mouth,” Julia joked, looking at Ali who blushed furiously.
Julia rose and left the cafe. The girls stared at each other sympathetically for a moment, then Erin’s phone vibrated with a text message alert. It was from her Mistress Sophia, and read,
“Erin! Come home quick! Ronnie is coming over. And bring Annie with you!”
Erin sighed, imagining her evening of sexual servitude to her Mistress and her ex-boyfriend. Apparently, he had always wanted to fuck her friends and now he did so with gusto, although Mistress Sophia never permitted him to do more than make out with Erin.
Another text message came in, which read, “Actually, bring Ali and Cami too!”
Erin shook her head, then announced the message to her friends.
Each one of them would face punishments for breaking their existing plans to go over to Erin’s house, but they agreed to it. Aunt Sophia was, after all, the cruelest and most imaginative of all their masters and mistresses. They closed up the cafe and got into the economy car that Cami had traded her own luxury auto for.
“It sucks that we’re going to have to do Ronnie, I mean he’s hot but he’s stupid,” Cami said. The girls all giggled.
“Seriously!” Cami went on. “He cheated on Erin and he always made it seem like he was some enlightened guy. But now that he has the chance to fuck a bunch of obediant hot girls, he’s just as greedy as any other guy.”
“That’s kind of true,” Erin said. She noticed that she was smiling – Ronnie had broken her heart and now she was seeing that he was just a dumb guy.
“I have an idea,” Cami said, her eyes flashing with mischief. “I’m going to make him cum in like fifteen seconds so that he’s too exhausted to fuck Sophia!”
At this, the girls erupted into laughter. Erin imagined Ronnie stammering an excuse for why he came so fast, as Aunt Sophia glared at him. She knew that Cami probably could make a guy cum in fifteen seconds for all her experience.
“Yeah, I help! We make him cum so quick it make Sophia say ‘ooh, you need to work on control little boy!’” Ali added, shaking her finger in admonition. The girls all howled in laughter, and Erin leaned the car door imagining how ridiculous the situation would be.
Her Mistress Sophia would be livid, and probably come up with some punishment for each of the girls. And tomorrow, they would all probably face even worse things. But for now, Erin was just thankful that she had such good friends.