He makes her his French maid forever

“I need a sec to think about your punishment. Go get me some of that Scotch I know you hide in the kitchen. And bring the bottle.”

“Yes sir,” said Marion. Her face filled with protest, but her body scurried off to the kitchen.

Jake looked around the bedroom. One thing he always liked about Marion was her taste. She didn't have a foo-foo girly place, her apartment looked really cool. Much better than the crummy basement he had in his Mom's house.

Marion trotted back in, fighting to keep her balance on the 5 inch heels that came with the French maid outfit. She tipped a half full bottle of Scotch into a glass, then gave him the drink. She bent at the waist to lean over and hand it to him, allowing him to peer down her top at her terrific breasts. Thanks to the modifications he'd made to her behavior, Marion stayed in that position for several seconds, allowing him a lingering look as he sipped his drink. When he looked back up at her face, however, her eyes bored hate holes through his head.

Jake laughed, squirting Scotch onto Marion's face. She grimaced and stood up straight.

“Marion, I've decided that your punishment is that I won't pay you any more. Hmm, that means you won't be able to afford rent. I guess you'll just have to become my full time maid and move in here with me. In my apartment.”

The brown haired hottie rolled her eyes, unable to believe Jake's nerve at declaring her apartment to be his and offering to let her stay with him. But she only said, “Thank you sir, you're so wonderful to me!”

Jake reached out and slowly slid his hand up and down Marion's smooth thigh. “Do you know what you did to get into so much trouble?”

Despite her rage, Marion still spoke demurely. “Well, sir, I... uh...”

With a wish from Jake, she put the bottle of Scotch to her lips and up-ended it. She guzzled the remaining liquid like a marathon runner drinking gatoraid.

When the last drop passed from the bottle to her tongue, Marion said, “It's because I drank -hic!- drank all of your Scotch, sir.”

“Thanks right,” said Jake as his fingers tightened around the wishbone.”A sweet little French bitch like you should know the value of the good stuff.”

“Zat is so true, sir.” Marion put her hands to her mouth, amazed at the thick French accent she now had. “Zere must be somezing zat I can do to make up for drinking it?”

“Well...” Jake laid back on the bed, lacing his fingers behind his head. “I will need a little help moving all my stuff from my old place to here. Plus, you're gonna have to get to work on selling all those clothes and stuff that you had before you became my maid.”

“But sssir...” Despite the fact that Marion wasn't moving, she stumbled slightly, then regained her balance. The fury left her face as the **** hit her. The other thing Jake had always liked about Marion was how horny she got when she was drunk. “But... sir. Zat is all part of my regular job. Is there nothing I can do to make you -hic!- make you happy?”

“Well...” said Jake with an evil smile.