An interruption

You walk between your bed and mirror with an exaggerated swagger, flipping the short skirt of your nightdress when you reach the mirror. The next walk, you go for rolling your hips, and nearly trip when your mouth-watering tits pop out of your nightdress. Giggling over your clumsiness, you only notice your audience when she coughs loudly.

She was a woman of nine and ten with golden blonde hair with an apple shape face. Her eyes were green as wildfire. You look into those eyes, losing your mirth and feeling a shameful tingle in your core.

She touches your arms, making you kneel before her. She wasn't in a dress, instead she wore tight leather trousers that had a special fastening so she could pull away the crotch and expose her wet and fuzzy mound.

"Boss say you owe them a visit tonight, but I think you should take care of my needs first. Get to it Lady Whore."