...And Hired as the Help

Carrie arrived at Sundeep's home in a huff. He opened the door, smirking.

"You got me fired, Sunny? That's too far, that's too fucking far!" Carrie said. Sundeep slapped her, causing her jaw to drop open in shock.

"That's better," he said, imperiously. "First of all, from now on, it's Mr. Kapoor. Do you really think that's your place? Some high class bitch ordering people around? Is all that talk about what a dumb cow you are just talk? Are you some fucking hypocrit?" He pushed her inside, then onto her knees. She didn't try to get up.

"A bitch like you should know her place. And it isn't making those decisions. It's making my food and cleaning my house and cleaning my cock. So you're going to drop out. You're going to move in. You're going to get below minimum wage, plus room and board. You aren't my wife, you aren't my girl. You're the fucking help. And right now my cock's pretty dirty with Indira's pussy from last night, so get your dumb white ass to work." He waited, and sure enough, Carrie's hands went up to undo his belt buckle. He had won.