…no No!

Abby thought about sitting back down, it did few pretty good after all… “What am I doing?!” She asked herself marching out of there while the door was open.

She walked back to the elevator looking over it again. “I think I’ve got one piece of the puzzle.” She muttered and began typing.

“Iamaslut” was the final word on the screen before she hit enter. For a moment nothing happened.

“Yes you are a slut, good girl.” Her master said over the loudspeaker. This made her face burn with embarrassment and a little desire.

“Now go along and get dressed. You have a big day ahead of you.” Her master said as the dressing room door opened.