Of course she wants to be his assistant

"Yes," she found herself saying in a flat voice, "I want to be your assistant."

The man blinked, a momentary look of surprise crossing his features. "You'll be an excellent assistant. Very obedient. You do what people tell you."

"Very obedient. I do what people tell me."

"But you're also very naughty," he told her, and her brow furrowed with worry. Why was she so naughty? "For one thing you haven't told me your name, or given me your phone number and address." he said, and held out a pen and paper.

"I'm Bria Juergens," she told him, and wrote down her home number. "I'm naughty."

He looked at it for a moment, frowned in irritation, and gave it back to her. "I mean where you're staying in town. You are very stupid. And gullible," he added as an afterthought.

"I'm very stupid and gullible," she repeated, and wrote down where she was staying and her cell phone number.

"Are you wearing underwear, Bria? Show me."

Bria shook her head, shifting the shoulders of her V-split mini. This had the effect of sliding the fabric off her breasts, and the side-effect of letting the entire thing fall to the floor in a tiny heap.

The man smiled, and she felt pleased. "You are a slut," he remarked, his voice nearly turning it into a question.

"I am a slut."

"How many different men have you been with, Bria?"

Bria's blank face frowned just a little, as if she'd been pushed too far. "I'm not sure."

"Guess. Less than ten? More than a hundred?"

"I... more than ten, less than a hundred."

Shaking his head he sounded disappointed. "Bria, you should be having sex with as many men as possible."

"I should be having sex with as many men as possible..."