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Chapter 8
Who's at the door?
Lady Wardsworth
“Ah, Lady Wardsworth,” the manager said with a hint of sarcasm. “Nice of you to join us.”
Lady Wardsworth was the 35 year old heiress to the property adjacent to the building. She talked with a posh British accent that exuded snobbery and entitlement. She wore a modest pink dress in the style of Kate Middleton and carried with her a white handbag.
“What is going on here and who are these tramps? They have absolutely no modesty or sense of proper decorum!” exclaimed Lady Wardsworth.
“Believe it or not, I am forcing them to act like this. They aren’t actually tramps. In fact, I think they’ve had enough. Now it’s your turn but I’ll give you a choice: either swap outfits with Vicky here and be my own personal tramp for the day out of your own free will or don’t and I will **** you to me own personal tramp for the foreseeable future. You have 5 minutes to decide.”
What does she choose?
The Manager
Jana and all the women in her apartment have fallen under the control of their perverse manager
Updated on Jan 20, 2019
by SympatheticDevil
Created on Feb 17, 2008
by SympatheticDevil
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