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Chapter 3
by Prankstar1963
How does she enjoy her search?
What you were maid for?
Marissa was strutting down the quad, still fuming with rage. Despite that fact, her face did not show that not that anyone was looking at her face as she made her way around her ass, giving a gentle hypnotizing sway. For those looking at the front, they could watch her cleavage trying to escape her shirt. The new incoming class was getting an eyeful, and so were the dads. Jason Rogers had turned her into almost a porn parody of herself. She would snap his neck if she ever found a way out of this. She was broken from her thoughts when she spotted a dark-haired girl reading a book in a rather large college hoody. Her body took slow, deliberate steps toward the girl holding the signs up.
"I'm so sorry," she said, getting the girl's attention before setting the sign in front of her.
Topless Maid Service: 10 bucks a day
"Sorry, not interested in buying you..." Before she could finish her reply, the woman walked away with an exaggerated swing of her hips.
"Hey, you forgot your sign?" She said, picking it up on the other side. It said get tired of this job. Please pass it on.
She left the sign on the table she was sitting at and returned to reading.
A few frat boys looking for possible pledges passed by Tracy, the girl reading and clearing their throats to get her attention. "Hey, you willing to clean our frat house?" he giggled," like topless."
She was about to tell him there was no way in hell, but her face turned into a smile. "You bet for just ten bucks a day. I'll clean anything you want completely topless." "What, why did I say that? I don't wanna clear some frat house half nude!"
The main boy speaking turned to his friends. "Well, this was supposed to be for beer money. But this seems like a good cause." The frat boy took out 300 bucks and set down the table. "Going to be throwing a few ragers for the start of the school year."
Tracy's hand reached out for the wad of cash and stuck it in her hoody. "Can you show up tomorrow morning? around 9ish?"
"That works for me," she said with a **** smile.
Well I guess I'm buying a maid outfit/ Or Follow Marissa
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