A long work day ahead

As Usher walked out of the room, Lisa stamped her foot in rage.
"That damn man." She seethed. Talking to her like she was just some servant. "Damn it." Lisa had realized that was exactly what she had signed up to be. Afterall, she had taken him up on the job offer.

Noisily cleaning up the table and taking the dishes into the next room, Lisa kept the glass of booze she had barely begun drinking into earlier for breakfast. "Fresh milk. What a sick joke." She said as she set the dishes to the side. There was some water there to clean the dishes and-wait water! Lisa just about hollered with joy. Quickly dipping her hands into the basin, she brought the handful of water she had to her lips and took a long sip.

GAG!
It was dish water. She could tell by the **** of filth that immediately attacked her tongue. Gagging and begging for reprieve, Lisa spat the water out on the floor and looked for anything to clear her mouth of the awful taste. Out of options, she drank the booze, taking multiple drinks every few moments to make sure she'd finally scoured the taste from her mouth. She kept doing this every so often while she cleaned the dishes. Her headache gone, and the taste leaving her throat, Lisa had gotten herself drunk before the hour was over. That hour, she noticed, was 10 o'clock in the morning. Shit.

With nothing left to do and her glass fully empty, Lisa went out to the store to see what Usher might have in store for her. The lecherous old man was sitting behind his counter as always, a smile on his face.

"I could hear you working from here. That's what I like. A woman who does her job, no complaints. Here." Usher plopped a small cloth sack onto the counter. Lisa snatched it away from him eyeing him suspiciously. Opening the bag she saw silver coins and her heart leapt. There had to be fifty in there, she could use the money immediately. Wait a minute...

"Scrip? What the hell is scrip?!" Lisa demanded indignantly.

"Credit. I'll let you use the scrip to buy certain things around the house. Free of charge. Don't worry, you still get paid, just consider this something to encourage you to behave a little bit better, alright dear?" Usher said, a devious smile on his face. "In fact, I have a proposal to get you some more scrip now as we speak." He was eyeing her breasts intensely.

"Well, I don't care. If you have a job for me that pays real money, I'll do it but I don't give a shit about this weird reward garbage." Lisa said, defiantly folding her arms.

"That's too bad. I was gonna say you can buy some underwear with 100 scrip." Usher said.

As if to emphasize his point, the drafty gun store sent a gust of wind that gently tickled Lisa's pussy. The dress did absolutely nothing to hide her privates, always riding up just when she least expected. Underwear, any kind of underwear would be nice. Lisa raised her eyebrows.

"What sort of proposal?" Lisa said.

"Well dear, it's been an awful slow day at the store. People usually buy ammo and guns on the weekends, or in bulk orders. Since nobody is gonna be around, I figured we could get nice and personal, ya know? I'll bet you'd look real good on your knees right now. That'd be another 50 scrip, but I'm okay just having you by my side too for 25." He said, adjusting himself to try and sound agreeable.

Lisa wanted to pick up one of the guns and shoot him again. But she knew what she'd agreed to and needed the money, not a **** charge. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was to get anywhere near that man, she'd rather just do her job, get real money and get on with her day. But underwear sounded really nice, and he was letting her choose how to earn the scrip too. How much was she going to "earn" was the real question.