Spoiled Brat

Millie's friend Naomi was a spoiled bitch. Her dad was a wealthy plastic surgeon who gave Naomi breast implants for her 18th birthday. She had never worked a day in her life and probably had more clothes than a department store. You look at her through the peep hole, and decide what the spoiled brat needs. As you think of the phrase "spoiled brat," you get an idea.

In a flash, Naomi is now dressed like a baby. She has on a white baby bonnet, a pacifier is in her mouth, she has on a baby bonnet just big enough to cover her tits, and on it is embroidered Spoiled Brat! She has on a large, bulky diaper, and finally, she has on a pair of puffy baby booties. You watch her struggle to get the pacifier out, but it is stuck fast. You open the door and find her panicking on the front step. She looks at you with fear and embarrassment. A ten dollar bill appears in your hand. You hold it out to her. "Take this and walk to the gas station down the street and get me a six back of beer."

Just as robotically as Millie was when she started cleaning, Naomi reaches up, takes the money, turns and heads off down towards the sidewalk. You close the door and see Millie coming back into the living room with the vacuum cleaner. She looks at you with a mixture of fear and lust. Her chest is heaving, and her cheeks are red.

"Keep cleaning, and maybe if you do a good enough job, I'll fuck your brains out."

Millie swallows hard. She turns away from you, bends at the waist, and plugs in the vacuum cleaner. Your dick stirs.