Send Janet back to work

It occurred to me to have some more fun with Janet but, to be honest, I still wanted that shower … and, besides, my two new wives needed to enjoy some of my attention too. So it was probably time to send Janet back to work … but as a Pizza delivery girl, she probably earned peanuts … she was never going to make me rich like that…

“Janet,” I said to her, “Stand up. Listen to me – you are the greatest hooker in the world. You will go down into the street, turn left and about fifty yards down there’s an alleyway. That is your turf. You are to charge each customer fifty dollars for a blowjob and when you have five hundred dollars you are to return here and give me the money. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied, her unfocused eyes gazing over my left shoulder at nothing.

“Now, off you go … once you leave this apartment, you will forget all that happened here … but you will obey my instructions … you will not know why, only that you must. Once you knock on the door upon your return, you will again be in my power…”

“Yes, Master…”

Moving like a robot of some old, cheap science-fiction movie, the woman moved to the door, opened it and stepped through … suddenly her body ‘normalised’ though it was clear that she was confused and puzzled … from her point of view, I suppose, it must have been like watching a film where a section has gone missing. But the baffled look passed and she started to walk towards the life, a swing in her hips that hadn’t been there previously…