The group of tween girls

I figured it would be easy being owned by a young girl. They're usually pretty nice, and I don't think they'd work me too hard. Probably the most embarrassing though. Also, they're parents would have to agree as well.

I took a deep breath and approached the group of 4 girls. They looked to be around 14. The leader of the group seemed to be the girl furthest from me. She was skinny with long blonde hair. Her face was round and pretty and her eyes a deep blue. She was wearing a pink tank top and a pair of cut off jeans.

"Excuse me girls" I said quietly. They didn't seem to hear. "Excuse me girls" I said louder. This got their attention, and they slowly turned to me. The other 3 girls were equally skinny. One had long dark hair, one had a flowery skirt and a tanned complexion, and the last one was short and wearing capris. They all stared at me curiously.

"Yeah, what do you want" said the leader. Her eyes were wide and expressive. She had an air of confidence that made me shake.

"I've fallen into debt and I'm giving myself into slavery. I'd like you to be my owner." I said. They girls continued to stare at me, a bit shocked.

"Oh my god. I can't believe this just happened" said the girl in the flowery skirt. Her dark eyes penetrating into me. She turned to the leader. "Taylor, I've only seen this kinda thing happen on youtube". The blonde girl nodded, a cruel smile forming on her lips. She looked me up and down.

"You really wanna be my ****? Don't you think I'm too good for you?". The other girls began to giggle and then quickly stifled them.

"You probably are mam" I said, a bit shocked. I figured this girl should be grateful that I chose her.
"Of course she is" said the girl with long dark hair. Her smooth girlish features expressing disgust. The barista had overheard the conversation and came over to watch.

"You gotta say yes!" said the girl in capris. "Do you realize how valuable having a **** is? Make him your **** before he changes his mind"
"I could definitely use a ****. But don't think it would be easy to be my ****." said Taylor, staring right at me.

I nodded, and looked down at the floor. "I know mam. I'll serve you in any way I can"

"Fine" Taylor responded. Get down on your knees and kiss my feet and I'll take a picture"