Lauren works at the Hooters now

Amelie stopped. Looked her over. A little smile that was not friendly.

“Boy, did you take some drugs or something? You do know Daddy won’t like that. And anything Daddy won’t like, I shall not allow.”

Her voice got darker as she walked over. Lauren barely had time to notice the way the shorts cut into Amelie’s ass and the way her own body was already half off the couch, before Amelie’s hand came up and grabbed her mouth.

Fingers dug into her cheeks. Forced her jaw open. Amelie bent in and looked inside like she was checking a horse. Tongue. Teeth. The back of Lauren’s throat. Lauren made a noise. Amelie ignored it.

Then Amelie grabbed her arms, rough, turning them over, thumbs pressing the soft inside of her elbows, hunting for syringe marks. Lauren had always hated being manhandled. She had never seen this side of Amelie. The college friend who she knew well, did not do this. This Amelie handled her like staff. Like property that might be dirty.

She was annoyed by it.

For some reason she could not say anything.

The words sat behind her teeth and would not move.

“Good,” Amelie said, letting go. “Looks like it’s just you being stupid after all.”

Being insulted like that hurt. It landed wrong for her, she still thought they were equals, best friends, two women who had survived a lot of shit together. Lauren wanted to say something. Once again she could not. Her tongue felt thick. Her head throbbed in time with her pulse.

“I don’t know what you’re talking abou–”

Amelie pulled a small remote from the pocket of her shorts and pressed a button.

Lauren felt a jolt of electricity pass through her body.

It started at her throat and dumped down her spine into her tits, her cunt, her thighs. She doubled over. The pain was unbearable. It only lasted a couple of seconds. It felt like hell. Her massive breasts swung as she folded, nipples scraping the inside of whatever she was wearing. Her juicy ass hit the edge of the couch. A sound came out of her that she would have been ashamed of if she could think.

She reached up to feel the source of the shock.

A collar around her neck.

Leather or something like it. Snug. A small box at the front. Why was she wearing a shock collar? The question arrived with no answer attached. She could not remember putting it on. She could not remember agreeing to it. Her fingers found the buckle and Amelie slapped her hand away without looking like it cost her anything.

“Daddy did say I might have to use this to knock some sense into you.”

Her tone was nonchalant.

Amelie grabbed her by the back of the collar and dragged her. Lauren’s bare knees scraped. Then she was hauled up onto her feet in front of a mirror nailed to the wall beside a schedule on the wall.

“If you don’t work here, stupid, why are you in uniform?”

Lauren looked at herself.

Amelie was right.

Hooters uniform. Tight orange shorts cutting into her hips, riding up under the curve of her ass. White tank stretched obscenely over her large tits, the owl logo distorted between them, cleavage forced up. Her long red hair was done up in a high ponytail that made her neck look longer and the collar look worse. Face nice and made up. Lashes. Gloss. The kind of pretty girl that was meant to be looked at over a plate of wings.

Even despite her confusion, she had to admit her large tits looked good in the Hooters top. Heavy. Pushed together. The kind of chest that made the uniform feel just perfect. Her waist looked tiny between all that tit and all that ass. The collar looked ugly against her fair throat.

Amelie spun her around and patted her on the ass. A firm, claiming smack that made the shorts creep higher.

“If you’re done waking up, we have tables that won’t serve themselves.”

“But… why am I doing this? Todd wanted me to–”

Amelie shook her head.

“Did you forget? Todd asked you to do this job so you’re not bored at home while he earns the big bucks.”

The moment Lauren heard that, all doubt in her head vanished.

It went like a light switch. One second the office was wrong and the collar was wrong and Amelie’s hands were wrong. The next second it was obvious. How silly of her. If Todd wanted her to do this, then she had to. That was the rule. That had always been the rule. She was a stay-at-home wife, except when he decided she should wear orange shorts and get ogled at by strangers in a cheap restaurant, all so she would not get bored at home. He earned the big bucks. She did what he asked. No questions, no doubts. He was so thoughtful, he cared for her. The logic slid into the empty place in her mind.

“I’m sorry, Amelie. I don’t know, some–”

Amelie did not let her finish.

She slapped Lauren’s face hard.

Lauren’s head snapped. The ponytail whipped. A red mark bloomed across her cheek and her eyes watered as the collar suddenly felt tighter because she swallowed hard.

“Do not forget your place, Lauren. I know we are friends and all. But that does not change the fact that I’m your boss. Call me ma’am while we’re at work, yeah?”

Lauren looked at Amelie with fear and anger. Both of them at once. Is this how a friend treats another friend? She wanted to say something that would put her in her place. But all she could manage was the thing that would not get her shocked or hit again.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Amelie nodded, satisfied and walked out, expecting Lauren to follow.

Lauren watched Amelie’s back. The shorts. Her ass did look good in those shorts. The remote was still in her pocket. She could see the outline of them. Amelie really had changed a lot since they were friends in college.

She began following her.

But before she did, a thought arrived in her mind that she wished could say out loud but knew that she couldn’t. She had never thought of Amelie in that way before, but now, there was only one thing that she could think about her.

What a horrible bitch.

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