Maybe, but I'll make it up to her.

I realized she couldn't show up to work like this and it seemed cruel for me to cost her her livelihood just for a prank.

"Wake up, Ms. Evans," you prompt and she blinks to consciousness and then screams.

"Calm down! It's all right! Everything is going to be fine!" I assure her.

"Everything is going to be fine," she agrees with unnatural calm.

I hurried her back into her house and had her explain her plans for the day. We’d be late for her first showing, but I knew I would be able to smooth things over. I let her know that I was going to be her apprentice and together, we were going to make a LOT of money.

I sent her to quickly shower and explored her wardrobe. Way in the back of her closet, I hit the jackpot: a white halter top, pink bolero jacket and miniskirt combo. Clearly it was more for clubbing than work, but she’d be working it today!

I told her to get out of the shower and had her do a few jumping jacks, just to enjoy the view, then had her dry off and presented her with her outfit, along with the chunky-heeled white slides I’d found for her and some dangly earrings.

“You don't like to wear underwear when you’re working,” I reminded her.

“Oh, right,” she nodded.

Her cellphone buzzed and she looked at it and frowned, then smiled.

“Everything is going to be fine." She remembered had told her.

I looked and saw her clients had texted “Where are you?!?!”

“Everything is going to be fine, Lisa,” I said. “But I should probably drive while you do your hair and makeup in the car.”

15 minutes later we were at the listing Ms. Evans was showing, the police officer who had pulled us over delighted to give us an escort once I explained how urgent it was that we get there quick. It was enough time for Lisa to sloppily do her hair and makeup, but as I explained to her, slutty sells and it was clear she wanted this sale.

The couple waiting in the driveway of the two story Victorian were clearly pissed at her tardiness and didn't hide their distaste at her appearance. They were both Asian, the husband in his 40s in a business suit and glasses, the wife quite a bit younger in a white turtleneck and slacks, glossy black hair streaming down to her ass.

“My time is valuable, Ms. Evans!” the male client began.

“She knows that, Sir,” I interrupted, “But she also knows you hired her because she's such a hot piece of ass and she had to spend extra time slutting herself up for you. You have to admit, she was worth the wait.”

Lisa posed and preened and the client was transfixed and nodded agreement, slack-jawed.

“Such a hot piece of ass…” he repeated.

“Edwin!” the wife protested, smacking him with her handbag to no effect.

“ Oh, you know you're just as horny for Lisa as your husband, Ma'am,” I said, making it so.

She blushed, bit her lower lip and stared hungrily at the realtor and nodded.

“So let's go see your new house!” I said.

“We haven't actually made an offer yet,” said Edwin distractedly.

“Neither has Lisa, technically,” I said. “But I think we all know where this is going.”