Tuesday, Billy gets there even earlier.

Billy didn't want to do anything that might displease Karen, so he didn't take any chances and got to her house the next day at 12:30, a full half an hour early. But when he rang the doorbell, nobody answered the first time.

He stood there for several minutes, feeling dumb. Part of him wanted to leave, to break out of his servitude and just let Karen share the video. Maybe it wouldn't be that much worse than just having it be a rumor. But another part of him--a bigger part of him--worried that proof of her brutal knockout would follow him forever if it got out. So he waited.

At 12:40, he rang the doorbell again and heard movement inside. Karen opened the door, clad only in a pair of bath towels, one wrapped around her long blonde hair, the other covering only the area between her breasts and her upper thighs. Billy could see her bare legs and her cleavage, and barely noticed her disapproving look.

"You're too early," she said tersely, Billy's eyes snapping up to her face. Fuck. He had ended up displeasing her anyway. Should he apologize or just be silent?

The awkward pause ended when Karen's gaze softened a little bit. "But I appreciate the enthusiasm." She turned around and walked inside, beckoning him to follow her. He watched her walk up the stairs to what he presumed was her bedroom.

"Have a seat in the kitchen...and stop leering at me!" Karen said. But confusingly, she dropped her towel just before passing out of sight, giving Billy a split-second glimpse of her naked profile. Damn, she was hot, Billy thought, blushing.

She made him wait at the kitchen table for the whole 20 minutes, coming back downstairs at exactly 1pm. "Okay," she said. "I want you to clean the ground floor: dust, vacuum, mop, the whole treatment. And clean the kitchen and the bathrooms top to bottom. Then at 3, come downstairs to the basement because I'll need you to clean up after my workout."

"What about upstairs?" Billy couldn't help but ask, already fantasizing about what he might find in her bedroom drawers.

Karen scoffed. "Don't push your luck, you don't get to go in the bedrooms," she responded, as if reading his mind.

Billy nodded--maybe a bit too subserviently, he thought--and got to work cleaning the huge house. Luckily, it was already pretty clean. Billy assumed Teresa cleaned the place at least within the last week, so it wasn't gross and it didn't take too long.

One interesting event interrupted Billy's boring task. Selena came into the kitchen as Billy was cleaning it.

"I need your help with something," she said. She was wearing very short blue shorts and a white tee that was cropped to show her belly button.

"Um," Billy said, so distracted by her body that he couldn't respond like a normal person.

She turned around and walked out of the room, confident that Billy would follow...which he did. He was mesmerized by her butt and the sway of her hips in those little shorts.

Selena led him outside to the yard where there was a big tree. In it was a big gray cat making a lot of noise.

"I need you to boost me up into the tree so I can get Colin down," she said.

"Colin? That's a weird name for a cat," Billy replied.

Selena glared at him. "Get on your knees," she said bossily.

Billy knelt obediently beneath the lowest limb of the tree, which was still kind of high. Selena then did something Billy would never have predicted: she sat right on his shoulders, her warm sexy thighs on either side of Billy's head. She tucked her feet behind Billy's back and grabbed two handfuls of his hair.

"Now stand up," she ordered him.

Billy obeyed, feeling a bit unnerved by his own submissiveness. But on the other hand, he was overwhelmed by lust, and the feeling of Selena's legs and butt all over him was incredible.

He stood, wobbling unsteadily. Selena squeaked in fear, thinking they were going to fall over, and she tightened the grip of her thighs. They squeezed Billy's head so hard it made him lightheaded, but when he got his balance, she thankfully loosened her grip.

"Okay, hold still," she said. Then she reached up as high as she could, just barely able to grip the branch. She hauled herself up and stood on Billy's shoulders. Her cute dainty feet were just inches from Billy's face on either side.

Then she threw one leg over the branch and sort of rolled up onto it. She grabbed the cat and handed him down to Billy, then lowered herself down and took the cat back.

Selena turned back and headed inside the house without so much as a thank you.

Again, the whole thing felt flirtatious...except for how bossy she was. That felt more like she regarded him as her servant. Could it be both? Truthfully, it was hard for Billy to see how a rich girl his own age would be attracted to a guy who was acting like he was. He wished Selena could see the real him, not this thrice-knocked-out, awkward servant with the glass jaw.

At least she didn't know about the knockouts though, as far as he could tell. Surely she would have mentioned them by now if she did.

At 2:45, the doorbell rang. Billy answered it because he was closest. It was a pretty, raven-haired woman in her thirties wearing a tight, pale pink top and black leggings so tight they looked painted on. She had a gym bag with her.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully. "I'm Amy, Karen's personal trainer." Billy let her in and she went straight downstairs to meet Karen. Yet again, he couldn't resist sneaking a glance at her ass. Tight and round, and smaller than either Karen's or Selena's. Made sense though: Amy looked to be only about 5'4'' and maybe 115 pounds.

Why was it that every new woman crossing his path had to be so damn hot? Billy wondered. Was it a blessing? Or was it a curse, given that Heather and Anna and Karen had drained every last bit of his confidence, charisma, and strength with their repeated knockouts and their relentless taunting.

And why did Karen want him in the basement at the same time as her? Billy's imagination started to run wild. What if he had to box Karen again? He wasn't really prepared. What if he had to box Amy? She seemed small enough that it would be easy to beat her, but he didn't know her skills.

Fuck! Even in his mind, he couldn't beat a 5'4'' 115 pound woman? What was happening to him?