Just a sweet chocolate cake - Legal Sex Slavery Pulse

Frank manages to get the attention of the busty waitress, she comes to your table smiling.

"Can I do anything for you?"

"Could you bring us two slices of that delicious triple chocolate cake you always have? I am starving"

He ordered one for you as well, just like he would usually do when you both studied. You already ate your breakfast, but remain silent, why should you say no to triple chocolate?

"Sure, I'll come right away!" Says the woman keeping her smile up.

Suddenly, a bright flash of light engulfs everything. When your vision returns, you find yourself still sitting at the same table, but something feels different.

"What the fuck it was?" you ask Frank

"What do you mean?" He asks back, seeming confused

"The light? Don't say you didn't see it!"

"Seen what?" Frank looks genuinely puzzled.

"I..." you quickly conclude that there is no way he wouldn't see it if the light was something real and decide against making yourself look weird. "Never mind. Must be some optical illusion"

"I see. You remember my Jenifer, right?"

"Of course," you reply quickly, still trying to process what is happening. But your friend's next words **** you to forget about the light.

"Well, she is moving out. I have just sold her to a new master. Tyler Rant, you know him?"

"You did what!?" You gasp

"What? Did you expect I'll keep her for myself forever? Brother's should only train sluts, not keep them around forever." You would assume some prank but Frank never was good in acting.

"But... she...she..." You stammer, unable to process the information

"Yes, she is hot. And as you should remember - has a talent in cocksucking. But look, I am not a pervert to keep my sister around longer than necessary. You didn't answer, do you know Tyler?"

You do know Tyler. He is a jock with a heart of gold, not the type to engage in sex slavery. Then again, neither is Frank. "Well... Yes. He is a good man."

The waitress brings the cake and you immediately notice two obvious changes: The first - a far more revealing uniform. The second - a collar with an inscription saying that she is the property of the cafe you are in. You open your mouth to express your amazement at this development but stop yourself not wanting to look crazy. Instead, you and Frank start chatting about your lives while eating the cake. Then both of you get up and move to the counter to pay.