I wanna see her naked

"For my reward... I'm picking outfit #4 for you." - I casually say. Erica looks confused, staring at the screen, wondering what I'd meant. - "You know, for earlier? When you had to choose? My reward is that I choose for you." - I smile, walking to the minibar.

It took tipsy Erica a while to get what I meant, but when she did... her eyes became wider than billiard balls. - "You... what?! No! No way! I... I... chose it before! I.. can't! I..." - She mumbles, looking down at her wiggling boobs and unsure of how to take the news. After all, I WAS kindly telling her to get naked in front of me. - "I... you... can't, Mr. Archer, you can't just..."

"Well, I just did. We agreed I'd pick my prize after I beat you. I beat you. And now I picked." - I add, calmly making myself a drink.

"No, but, I already... I... won... I mean... I didn't... but number 4 is..."

"I know what number four is, I remember as well as you do, Erica. Now... I assume you're gonna want a drink to help... soak this in? Strawberry vodka?"

"Yes." - She coldly replies without blinking. - "But the... I mean..." - She attempts to say something.

"Are we gonna have a problem with that? Did I misunderstand something here? Did I not just beat you four times in a row?"

"Y...yea, but..."

"Didn't you pick your reward? And did we not agree I'd pick my reward after?"

"We did, but..."

"And do you or do you not work for me this weekend, miss O'Keefe?"

"Er... I do, I do... it's just.. it's not fair, I..."

"Then that's my prize. Your new uniform. And that's the end of it." - I finish sternly.

"But, Mr. Archer..." - She whines back.

"Look, we can always end the agreement right now, if that suits you better. Either you be a good employee and wear your new uniform or I guess we can call it a night. No hard feelings. Or test points." - I emphasize, drawing a terrified look from her.

"No, Mr. Archer, please..."

"Drink or car keys?" - I ask waving hers in the air.

"Extra vodka."

I liked that, she was staying. And I was hoping it meant she was getting ready to comply, too.

"Sure thing." - I place the glass down and added two extra doses, I needed Erica to be docile as a kitten. Despite the two shots she was still very much agitated. - "Here you go. Take your time, it's rather..."

Without heeding my advice, Erica downs that drink in less than a minute. When she's done she's so dizzy she's having trouble finding the table to lay the glass on.

"Strong. It's rather strong" - I finish speaking to a very tipsy Erica. Picking up the glass from her hand, I leave it at the bar and go sit on the living room couch. Erica looked more confused than ever.

"So... what's it gonna be, darling? How are you debuting your new outfit or...?