Kim Kardashian

I was renting out the pool house of Kim Kardashian, since she needed someone watching her property while she went out with friends or spent time with her kids.

One day, she approached me.

"I need you out, now," she said.

"What?" I asked. "Why? I thought my lease wasn't up until next month."

She shook her head. "You're a loser, a creep, and haven't paid your rent in eight months. Don't think I don't see you gawk at me when I'm by the pool."

"Maybe if you didn't flaunt your stuff all the time," I said. "Seriously, aren't you a mom of four?"

She rolled her eyes. "You have until next week to be out of here. Move it or lose it."

She went back to her mansion, her ass jiggling in those tight pants she wore. Damn bitch.

Luckily, I had swapped her sleeping tapes with tapes I had recorded, which gave me a trigger word to drop her into a mindless, pliable, trance. And this seemed like the time to use it...