Frustrations and frustrations

By the time I get home, I'm totally drained in every sense of the word. I collapse on my bed and immediately pass out.

When the alarm wakes me up the next morning, I'm still exhausted. I don't even think about everything that happened the day before, I just get up and head to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. That's when I see Amber, still dressed in pink pajamas, looking for something in the fridge. She's bent over so her pert, little butt is sticking out.

As soon as I see her, I'm rock hard and a little dizzy. God, she's hot! I remember seeing her the for the first time a couple of days ago and noticing how pretty she was, but now she seems *extra* hot. That's when I remember the Asian fetish that Krys implanted in me. Knowing about it doesn't change anything, I just keep staring.

Amber finds a fruit cup, closes the fridge, turns around and notices me. She was smiling before, but that fades when she sees me staring at her. "Oh. Um... good morning."

"Good morning," I offer weakly, still staring.

"Stop acting like a creep!" says Kylie as she walks into the kitchen. She's already dressed in the polo shirt and shorts uniform of the club, showing off her terrific figure and great legs.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." I look down at the ground, which doesn't help me clear my head since I still know these extremely hot girls are still here.

"You got home pretty late last night," says Kylie. "You didn't do the dishes, wash my clothes, or any of the other stuff you said you'd do."

"I'll do it tonight!" The words just spring out of me. I desperately want to please them. "Amber, is there anything you want me to do for you?"

Amber's sweet face curls up. She looks like she wants to scream "Hell no!" but she's too polilte to do that. "No, nothing. I'm going to eat in my room."

I watch her run off, her bare feet padding along on the ground. I really want to kiss those feet to show her how much I'd do for her.

Kylie slaps the back of my head. "Stop that! You know Amber doesn't want anything from you."

"Yes, Kylie! I'm sorry, Kylie!" I really want to drop to my knees and beg her forgiveness, but even in this state I know that she won't like that.

"Good morning!"

I turn around and see Mia, who is wearing a robe that is hanging open. Under the robe, she's only wearing skimpy green underwear. Not only does she have a great figure, but she's also got significantly bigger tits than I'd noticed before. I can almost feel my IQ lowering. I barely glance at her cute face before I lose the ability to resist staring at her rack.

Mia grins, knowing exactly what she's doing to me. "Aren't you going to say 'good morning' back to me?"

"Good morning," I manage to mumble.

"Good boy!"

I moan very lightly, but loudly enough for Kylie to hear, judging by the little "ew!" she lets out.

Mia holds out her hand with a big smile. "Now give me fifty dollars!"

"Mia!" yells Kylie. "Stop that!"

"What?! It's not like he's ever actually done it. He knows what Krys will do to him if he doesn't spend his money on her."

If the girls weren't yelling at each other, they would notice that I'm reaching for my wallet. I don't even have my wallet yet since I'm still in the shorts and t-shirt I sleep in, but I'm reaching anyway. I realize that Mia's right, I must have standing orders from Krys to save my money for her.

"You shouldn't do stuff like that. It's pathetic and gross. *He's* pathetic and gross."

Mia shrugs. "Yeah, but it's fun! Devin, hop on one foot!"

"Yes, Mia." I start hopping on one foot.

Mia laughs, then goes to the fridge.

Kylie slaps the table. "Devin! Stop that! Just get your breakfast and eat it."

"Yes, Kylie." I do as I'm told.

Kent comes in. He glances at Mia enough to notice her robe is open, but her back is to him and she closes it immediately. He looks over at Kylie and says, "Morning, dudes. Hey Kylie, Could you give Devin a ride into work today? I have an interview for an internship."

"Yeah, right!" says Mia with a laugh. "Save that line for your Dad. We all know you're doing a club tryout with your band."

He grins and shurgs. "Same thing. Anyway, I can't drive him to work. You gotta take him in for me, Kylie."

Kylie looks at me and rolls her eyes. "Fine. Devin, I'll give you a ride to work. But don't talk to me, keep your hands at your sides, and don't look at me, either."

"Yes, Kylie! Anything you say!" I love hearing her bark orders at me.

She can clearly tell how much I like it, based on how she grimaces when I thank her.

Everyone finishes their morning routines and we head out one or two at a time. The ride to work is ****, but in a good way. I'm a good boy the whole time, I don't say or do anything, just like she ordered me.

When we get to work, I'm floored. It wasn't just my roommates who changed. Half the employees at the club are hot, sexy Asian girls. I'm in heaven.

"Oh god," says Kylie. "Stop staring and move! Just... go! Go to the pro-shop already!"

I go. Luckily for my ability to concentrate, my coworker in the shop is stll a guy. By the time I get the cash register set up for the day, I'm much more in control of myself. I'm only half-way fantasizing about dropping to my knees in front of Mia and begging to suck on her big tits. I manage to do my job and sell the usual junk to the rich club members through the morning.

When the lunch break rolls around, Krys comes in and I forget all about Mia. Mia might have fairly big tits, but they're not in the same league as my girlfriend's, and her tight waitress uniform has the top two buttons of her white dress shirt undone. My brain is mush before she even speaks.

"Come on. It's time for you to eat." She grabs my hand and leads me away. Within a minute we're in the locker room, she has her black skirt pulled up, and I'm on my knees, eating her pussy.

"Yeah, you like this, don't you dumbass? You love eating my pussy, don't you?"

"Yes, Goddess!" I spit out before diving back into her pussy. I reach for my crotch.

"No! Keep your hands away from there. You don't touch yourself until I say so. Understand?"

"Yes, Goddess! Thank you for guiding this dumb bitch!"

She smiles and undoes a couple more buttons on her white blouse. "Yes, you're welcome, loser. I know you love doing what you're told." She starts to massage her big breasts through her bra.

I do love it. I really do, and I love eating her out. Soon she cums on my face.

As Krys stands up and fixes her outfit, she says, "No date tonight, sweety. I'm hooking up with Mr. Bamford. I don't expect him to be a good fuck, or I'd let you watch. He's just going to pay for a new sound system for my car. We'll do something tomorrow night, okay?"

"Yes, Krys! Whenever you want, Krys!"

She pats me on the head. "Good boy."

After she walks out of the locker room, my head clears a little, though I'm still horny as fuck. I ask myself if I'm really going to wait to masturbate all today and tomorrow for her.

Then I remember how that "good boy" felt. Yeah, I am.