The Ride Home

The rest of the day was more of the same. Every few hours, Summer would be **** to perform some new sexual act, or run some pointless humiliating errand. A few patrons arrived at Dr. Crane's office, and Tara had Summer greet them. What did they think seeing a barefoot TV star emerging from under a desk to say hi and tell them how great Dr. Crane was? Were they new customers, or had they been there before? Were they free or sex slaves? Summer had no idea, but she couldn't help but notice they were all attractive women, and a few of them were already barefoot.
At five o'clock, Tara told the beleaguered Summer to come out. "It's time to take you home," she said. "Walk behind me. Actually, just stare at my butt the whole way."
It's hard to walk when you're staring at someone's butt. Summer actually tripped twice on the way to Tara's car. "I'll give you a choice," Tara said. "And take it seriously, because you're not going to have a choice often. You can either ride in the trunk, or you can sit up front. All you have to do to sit up front is tell me that you love being my ****."