Ditzy Friend

"Taylor is really smart," said Selena, "and she's pretty level-headed, so it would be really fun if she always had to act like a ditzy bimbo who admired me, and was **** to continue to be my friend and and would do anything I wanted."

"Done," I said.

Selena and I went into the kitchen to get a drink. Demi came in, still with the feather duster up her ass. "Any more?"

I decided to play on Selena's insecurity. "Damn, you look hot and sexy in that uniform," I told Demi.

"Merci beaucoup, monsieur," said Demi with a curtsey.

"Did you clean this floor?" asked Selena as she crossed her arms.

"Oui, madam."

Selena went to the refrigerator and took out a carton of left over Chinese food. "Prove it." She dumped the contents, which seemed to be vegetable lo-mein onto the floor. "This floor should be clean enough to eat off of, so get on your hands and knees and eat this until the floor is spotless."

Demi swallowed hard and got down on her hands and knees over the noodles. She started to eat them without using her hands.

"This is soo hot," I whispered into Selena's ear. "I love watching you **** that nitwit."

Selena winked at me.

We watched Demi finish the noodles then lick the floor clean.