Why Andrea buys from Gia.

You see, every once in a while some rich idiot, knowing only the name of her company, would place an order for an artisan-quality piece. Andrea didn't do that shit. She hadn't worked with anything personally for years. But these were powerful people who didn't like to be told no. So she hired contractors. And she didn't know anybody better at this "art" shit that Giovanna.

The first time she contacted Giovanna for such a job, it had been 5 years since she **** her in college. She came to her tiny house looking like a queen. Designer clothing, diamond earings, high heels, determined to rub her success in Gia's face. Giovanna answered the door wearing jeans and a T-shirt. She hadn't aged a day.

Andrea meant to sound imperious and smug when making the job offer. Now, with her old rival standing right in front of her, it was all she could do to keep from stammering as she named the terms of the job. Giovanna stared at her the whole time, face expressionless, arms folded in the doorway.

"When do you need it by?" She finally asked.

"Y-you'll deliver it no later than April 12-"

"SLAM!" The door shut in her make-up covered face.

...

"THAT FUCKING BITCH!" Andrea railed later as her attendant prepared her for bed. Her attendant, a pretty tan girl from the far North reaches of the kingdom, didn't even pause brushing her hair.

"Who's the fucking bitch mistress?"

"HOW DOES SHE THINK SHE IS TALKING TO ME THAT WAY? LIKE I'M NOTHING. LIKE I'M TRASH. WHO AM I BREE?"

Bree tipped Andrea's head back so she could admnister her eye drops.

"You're Andrea Rossi Mistres. You're the CEO of Ikea, the-"

"THE LARGEST FURNITURE CONGLOMERATE IN GENERIC FAIRY TALE COUNTRY, CHYOA, YES. BUT DOES SHE KNOW THAT?"

"As you say mistress. She doesn't seem like the type who cares for class distinction."

"She was always insolent when she dared. I should have branded her when I had her tied up in my basement. That would have let her know her place."

Bree turned from her and started making the bed. "Well, if she's as poor as you say-

"-completely impoverished."

"Then it appears to be to your advantage to keep giving her work, mistress, but slowly. Just enough to keep her going. Gaining control of her finances means gaining control of her."

Andrea turned and smiled at her like she was the most wonderful thing she'd ever seen. Bree felt her face flush red as the enchanting woman considered her.

"Bree, you've been nothing but good to me since the day I hired you."

"Bought, you mean, mistress."

"Oh, details. Details. With the service you've rendered you're more than double what I paid for you and everything I've paid you since."

"Thank you mistress." Blushing even more furiously, Bree parted one side of her negligee, exposing one of her petite breasts and the edge of her pussy. "Would... would mistress like to "play" tonight?"

Andrea sighed. "Alas, no. I'll be going back to that Harlot's place tomorrow and I want to be there nice and early. But you're more than free to keep my bed warm if you want."

She climbed into bed and lifted up the cover, inviting the younger woman to join her. Breebeamed and followed her. She turned around and Andrea wrapped both arms around her, cupping her A-cup breast with one hand and laying the other on her hip. Snuggling up close to the busty blonde and listening to her mistress's breathing grow slower as her anger faded and she slipped away, Breelet one last thought drift across her mind as she too began to fall asleep.

Who the fuck says "alas"?