Denise performs exercise drills

"Very good slut, you just passed the first test. You may stand and follow me." Amanda scowled. Denise quickly stood and followed Ms. Barkley out of the office and to the gymnasium. As they stepped on to the basketball court, Amanda quickly turned and screamed,

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING ON MY FLOOR? GET THOSE HEELS OFF, NOW!"

Denise practically jumped out of her skin; she dropped down, unstrapped her heels and tossed them off the court.

"You will never wear shoes on my court. You will walk barefoot." Amanda demanded.

"Yes Ms. Barkley." Denise whimpered.

"Now it's time to see if you're in shape. I want you to do 50 jumping jacks, starting now."

Denise didn't hesitate but started to jump and spread her legs. Her tits were bouncing up and down, her top trying and failing to contain the unrestrained flesh. By the time, she reached 10 her skirt was up around her hips and the chastity belt was in plain view. When 20 hit, her tits were completely uncovered and her skirt was around her waist. Denise was effectively naked. At 40 she was sweating profusely; her chest was dripping and her face flushed. When she finally reached 50, she collapsed to the floor gasping for breath.

"I'm not impressed, now suicides start now until I say to stop." Amanda ordered.

Denise stood there not moving, she had no idea what a suicide was. She stared blankly at her Mistress.

"GO," Amanda shouted.

"I'm sorry Ms. Barkley; I don't know what to do!" Denise begged, praying she wouldn't be punished for speaking.

Amanda broke out in laughter, "Suicides are, you start at the base line and run to the next line on the court and back to the base line. You then run to the next line and back. You keep doing it until you reach the other baseline then start over. Now get going." Amanda barked.

Denise hurried to the baseline and started to jog.

"Faster slut!" Amanda shouted.

Denise sprinted to mid-court and back. It was on the third suicide when she tripped and fell to the court, gasping for breath and covered in sweat. She lay there crying when Amanda walked up to her and placed her foot in front of Denise's face.

"You are a fucking waste slut. Why should I hire you?" She scowled.

"Please Ms. Barkley, I promise to do better." Denise groveled at her feet, and then in a moment of weakness, she planted a kiss on the toe of Amanda's shoe.

Amanda never expected that, she figured the slut would quit and walk out, but the instant Denise's mouth touched her shoe, there was a feeling of power that surged up her legs and pounded her pussy. She moaned quietly and smiled. 'I may not be able to get over on Maggie Morgan, but I can her daughter!' She thought.

Get up slut, we have work to do." Amanda commanded as she walked towards the door.