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MichelleI thought I would never see her again. Actually I hoped I would never see her again but there she was, standing in a crowd of about 100 people for an accountants’ convention. Even though she had her back to me, there was no doubt in my mind that it was her. She was dressed to the ninth, in a knee-long, sleeveless and open-back black dress, her full dark brown hair cascading off her shoulders, her feet clad in some 3-cm high stiletto heeled pumps. She was in deep conversation with a group of two men and another woman whom I recognised as having been a temp for a couple of summers at the firm I used to work. I slipped back into the kitchen before they had a chance to see me but I knew that the evening would be a minefield for me, doing my job and trying to avoid her.Her, was Michelle, and our paths had first crossed about 8 years ago. At the time, I was the chief accountant for a very well quoted company, making a very nice five-figure salary. Life looked like it couldn’t get any better. I was busy but that’s the way I liked it. Nevertheless, I had asked for an additional accountant to look after the day-to-day bookkeeping. One day, the VP of my section brought in Michelle, who according to him was a senior accountant. I was a bit miffed because he had hired somebody without even consulting me and from her credentials; I thought that she would probably be overqualified for the job. However, it didn’t take long to realise that she was utterly incompetent even doing the most menial accounting tasks. How she ever became a senior accountant was beyond me. After about a month of this, I mentioned it to the VP, asking him to fire her. But nothing happened, until, about 2 weeks later when I was called into his office where I was handed a letter of resignation I was supposed to sign. He explained to me that Michelle had launched a sexual harassment complaint against me, claiming that I had repeatedly called her a bitch and a whore and that I had made obscene propositions to her such as asking her to suck my dick or to let me fuck her up the ass. I was floored. “I have never said anything of the sort. The only comments I ever made to her, were that her work was inadequate, and that she was incompetent, both of which are true. I am too much of a professional to make any remarks such as the ones she claimed I made” I replied vehemently. But no amount of explaining or pleading made any difference. The VP was adamant that this was the best course of action and that if I resigned she would not take the matter any further. Because in the end, it would be my word against hers and everybody knew how I felt about her. “So sign here and let’s get it over with” he said.As soon as I had signed, security escorted me to my desk to collect my personal effects and then out the door. I thought “screw them, I am good at what I do and I won’t have a problem finding another job, maybe even a better paid one”.I could not have been more mistaken. None of the big firms in the city wanted to touch me. So eventually I moved to the other side of the country, hoping that I would be able to make my life there. But again, I could not find work as an accountant except for a few bookkeeping jobs for some small businesses.Initially I tried to keep up appearances, driving a big expensive car which was still not paid off, renting a penthouse apartment, going to fine restaurants. But eventually I had to downsize. I sold my car and started to take the bus and I moved into a low-rent apartment and still I could hardly make ends meet. I tried to make a few more bucks by tutoring or by working as a waiter in the restaurant at a big hotel in town. Unfortunately this was not a permanent position; they only called me in as a replacement or when they had additional functions such as this convention.And that’s how I found myself in this precarious situation. Over the course of the evening I tried to stay back in the kitchen as much as possible, setting up food trays and doing general prep work behind the scenes.It was almost 10 pm and our part of the service was winding down so we had to go out and clear off the buffet tables. I was picking up the empty punch bowl when our eyes met. I immediately looked away but I knew that she had recognised me. Next time I went out to fetch more empty plates and bowls I did not see her but as I was cleaning up in the kitchen one of the other servers handed me an envelope.“Here” she said “a lady from the crowd gave me that for you”.I took the envelope, knowing exactly who it was from. I looked at it for a long time until the voice from the supervisor jerked me back to reality.“Hey, do you need an extra invitation, get to it, we all want to go home?”I stuffed the envelope into my pocked and continued to clean up. It was close to midnight when I went to the locker area, took my summer jacket and left the hotel through the service entrance. The cool early autumn air hit me, jolting me awake. As I walked slowly across the parking lot I took out the envelope and looked at it again before finally opening it. Inside were one half of a $100 bill and a note saying: ‘there is plenty more were that came from” and a room number.“Who does she think she is, who does she think I am, some sort of a gigolo?” I thought to myself.My colleagues were coming out the back door now too.“Do you need a ride?” asked Louis.“Thanks, I’ll take the bus” I replied, then checking my watch I realised that I had to hurry if I wanted to catch the last one into the city. I ran as fast as I could but just as I turned the corner to the bus station, I saw it drive away.“Fuck” I said. Then I remembered the note ‘there is plenty more where that came from’. What did she want, did she want to apologize for having me fired; did she just want to gloat and show off; was she looking for some “entertainment”; did she want to fulfill what she had accused me of doing?“Well, I don’t have much to loose” I said to myself as I turned around and walked back to the hotel.About 15 minutes later I stood in front of her room, one of the more expensive suites. I took a deep breath and knocked.“I knew you’d come” she said, after opening the door and stepping aside, motioning me to come in.“Life has not been kind to you has it?” She continued. “Going from a five-figure salary to, what, $10 an hour?”She had a smirk on her face and I was tempted to leave right there. But then, pointing toward the salon table, she added: “I bet you wouldn’t mind making some additional cash”.There on the table were 5 crisp $100 bills plus the other half of the one I had in my pocket.“What do you want me to do?” I enquired.“Oh, not much. In fact, I make you a deal, I’ll give you the other half of the bill and you walk away, no questions asked. Or, you could get everything on the table for doing what I say. Think carefully, if you decide to stay I will be in charge and I will tell you when you can leave and keep in mind too that for any command you refuse or if you do not perform to my standards, I will take away one bill. So what will it be?” My mind was racing. Six hundred dollars would certainly come in handy. I could finally ask Marie-Fernanda out. She is one of the housekeeping women and the moment I saw her I fell head over heels for her. And I think the feelings are mutual. We had been seeing each other on occasions, going to the movies or to a burger joint, but with this money I could invite her to a nice restaurant and to the theatre, maybe even propose to her. “I’m in” I said finally.“Excellent” she said with an evil grin as she walked over to the phone and dialled a number. “Yes it’s me…didn’t I tell you…see you in a minute”.“Relax,” she said, seeing the shocked expression on bahis siteleri my face, “you’ll like our guest”.“Guest? I said, “There was never mention of another person”.Before she could answer there was a knock on the door and Michelle left the room to come back with the woman I had recognised as being a former temp at the firm.“You remember Courtney? She said, “She used to be a temp for a few summers, she is my personal assistant now. Oh I forgot to mention, I have been promoted to VP in place of Bill. Poor Bill, went completely off the deep end, why with trying to force himself on Courtney, and right in his office. Good thing I interrupted them as he was about to take her virginity. Poor girl, look how upset she still is. Can you imagine the scandal? Well luckily, we managed to keep things quiet but of course he had to go. Last thing I’ve heard is that after his wife divorced him and his k**s had to quit college because he could not pay for them anymore, he moved to some god-forsaken place down south where he manages some dinky little hardware store. Oh well, that’s life for you”. “But back to the things at hand. You don’t mind if we film your little exploits, do you?” Michelle asked.Right then, I knew I should have bolted, fuck the money, this was not worth it. But I didn’t! Why? I couldn’t tell you. There was something about that Woman and her icy stare, daring me to stay. I was like a deer in the headlights, unable to think clearly, I was mesmerised by her.Michelle sat down in an armchair about a metre away while Courtney took the video camera and started recording. “Give me a good striptease by following the rhythm of the music” Michelle said.“What?” I replied.“I don’t like to repeat myself. And make it good if you don’t want to loose any of the money”I did as she asked, peeling myself out of my waiter’s clothing to the languorous tempo of the Latin music coming from the CD-player.When I was completely naked, she told me to put my arms behind my head. While Courtney was still recording with the video camera, Michelle took a digital camera and snapped a few pictures.“Say, what is that thing between your legs?” she asked.“That’s my, euh, penis” I replied.“Hahahaha, this is a joke, right? I’ve seen bigger clits than what you call a penis. Try to get it hard, to see if it improves any”.“It…is hard” I said meagrely.“You dirty little bitch boy, so it gets you all excited to stand there naked in front of some fully clothed Women, being bossed around by them”.I could feel the heat invading my face as I was turning beet red. Meanwhile, Michelle was still taking one picture after another“Get on all fours and come over here” she said in a commanding tone.“Now let’s see if my bitch boy is any good at licking feet. Because that’s what you are, my bitch boy, aren’t you”When I did not reply right away she slapped me across the face and repeated “aren’t you?”“Yes Michelle” I said this time.“Michelle, Michelle, a well behaved bitch boy doesn’t call his Mistress just by her first name and you are a well behaved bitch boy aren’t you?”“Yes Mistress Michelle” I replied.“That’s better; and Courtney is Ms Courtney for you. Now, I’ve been wearing those shoes since this morning and they really start to hurt. Bitch boy, you wouldn’t want to see your Mistress in pain, would you?”“No Mistress Michelle” I replied quickly.“I didn’t think so. So why don’t you take them off for me?”I pulled off one of her shoes and was immediately overwhelmed by the pungent odour of her sweaty feet.“Yes, those shoes always make my feet stink but that’s not going to be a problem for you, is it?” she mused.“No Mistress Michelle”.“Take a good whiff, and I want to hear you breathe in. Go on, take in my odour, you should be honoured to be able to have me so deep inside of you” she continued in her sarcastic tone.I took a breath in and was almost knocked over by the horrible smell.“Yes, smells lovely, doesn’t it?” “Now lick my feet and you better do a good job, remember, you don’t want to loose any of that money”.I applied my tongue to the underside of one of her feet and licked off the disgusting salty sweat.“That’s right, lick it, and don’t forget my toes, I want you to suck them and clean between them…Yes, get that tongue in there…oh yes…get each drop of my cheesy sweat…good, now the other one…that’s right, just like a good little bitch, get that tongue out and lick it”.While I was performing this duty she continued to take pictures and Courtney had her camera rolling.When she was finally satisfied, she put her feet down and bent forward.“Good job, here, let me give you a little reward, open your mouth”.She cleared her throat then let a large gob of her spit dribble into my mouth. “Swirl it around to get the full benefit”.It tasted like the wine and food she had eaten over the course of the evening.“Now swallow”Then, she sat back in the armchair and spread her legs as far as her tight dress would allow and, taking my head in her hands, guided it under her outfit, effectively holding it in place by putting her hands on my neck. I was pleasantly overwhelmed by the womanly scent emanating from between her thighs. It was pitch black so I couldn’t actually see her cunt but the aroma was certainly enough to get my tiny prick all hard again. Do you like my smell?” Michelle asked. “I bet you would like to get your nose and tongue right in there, wouldn’t you, well we’ll see, maybe if you are really good I might let you do it, but for now take a good, long whiff”.I had just started to fill my lungs with her fragrance when she let out a fart which replaced her lovely odour with the most revolting stench I had ever smelled.“Oops! I don’t know what I have eaten but for the last hour I had to fart continuously, and they stink too. Wow, I don’t know how you do it, I can hardly stand them myself, but then again, a little bitch like you must love that”.Despite my best efforts to free myself from her grip, I could not escape her vile odour and before she let go, she let another one rip, this one even worth than the first one. “Oh Miss Michelle, that one’s a doozy!” said Ms Courtney. “I know, I think it must be the Mexican food we had for lunch. Does it not do that to you?”“No Ms Michelle, but I did not have the beans either”When Michelle finally released me from her grip, I fell backwards, taking some deep breaths of fresh air, while both Women were laughing their heads off.“Go over there and d**** your upper body over the bed” she said after a while. When I was in place I could hear her taking my belt from my trousers. Then, she sat on my back, facing my rear end.“Now…let’s see…how many should I give you…I know, I’ll give you 2 numbers. You have 5 seconds to multiply them. If you are correct you’ll get the smaller of them in whacks, if you’re wrong, you’ll get the higher one. OK, what is 15 times 55?”I had always been good at this kind of stuff so it only took me a couple of seconds to proudly proclaim: “825”, confident in my answer.“Wrong” she said, it’s 820.“But, you’re wrong, get a calculator, it is 825” I said vehemently.“You’re accusing your Mistress of being wrong! How dare you, for that I will add another 15 for a total of, let’s see, 80”.“No, it’s 70”“You will never learn, will you? So let’s make it an even 100”.And with that she started to smack my ass.The first blow came as a surprise and I let out a loud yell. “Oh no, that won’t do; you’ll wake up the whole hotel” she said.She slid off me, removed her panties and holding the crotch over my nose she added: “yes, smell it, that’s almost 17 hours of my dried piss and pussy juices. I bet your tinny one is standing at attention again, isn’t it?”She put her hand between my thighs and said: canlı bahis “I knew it, you’re so predictable. Courtney, zoom in on that if you can capture it, you might have to go to “macro’ mode”. Then talking to me again she added: “I bet you’d like me to suck it, wouldn’t you?”“Yes Mistress Michelle”.“Well that’s not going to happen but I’ll allow you to lick the crotch of my panties, stick your tongue out.”She rubbed the dirty part of her panties over my tongue and then suddenly stuffed the whole piece of fabric into my mouth.“There, that should do it” she said as she sat on my back again and started the whacking. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, enjoying it yet, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, ooh, this is fun, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, I have a great ol’time, what about you? 26, 27, 28…42, 43, 44, we’re getting to the half way mark, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, wow, that was great, let me take a picture of your red cheeks”.She climbed down, and I could hear the shutter of the camera being activated numerous times.“Stand up and stick that ass out” she said while continuing to get one photo after another.“Mmmm, there is something missing” she said suddenly, “oh, I know”.Moments later I could feel her wrapping something around my scrotum, pushing my balls down.“There, that looks better; your ball sack has your waiter’s bowtie on now, looks very distinguished, hahahaha. Spread your legs a bit more”.I did as I was told and suddenly I felt a great pain radiating like an electrical current all the way up my body. All I could hear was the sadistic laugh of both Women, as I fell to the floor, writhing in pain while holding my balls.“That was fun, let’s do it again”.“No please Mistress, not that, please” I managed to mumble though my lacy gag.She came over to me and spat in my face.“You do what I tell you to do, bitch boy, now get back into position”.I pulled myself back up and stood again in front of the bed, legs apart, waiting for the next kick to my sensitive testes. But instead, I received a volley of smacks with the belt, across my already aching butt.“This was not part of your 100, this is just to let you know who the boss is” she said before continuing the spanking: “51, 52, 53, 54, 55…73, 74, 75”Before she delivered the next one she kicked my exposed balls again with the same devastating effect on me.“Get up, you piece of shit, get up, I’m not done with you. Get back into position” she shouted.It took all my strength to get back into position and stay there until she had delivered the last 25 strokes which was again punctuated by a swift kick in the jewels and an agonising whine on my part as I was rolling around on the floor.There was a knock on the door. Mistress Michelle went to investigate while I stayed behind, taking this opportunity to regain my composure, still under the watchful eye of the video camera.I was out of sight but I could hear the conversation.“Yes?” said Michelle.“Here are the items you requested, it was not easy to get them at this time of the night but we always try to please our guests, no matter what their wishes. But could I please ask you to tone it down a bit; we have received some complaints from other guests. What are you doing anyway?”“It’s a bit of a reunion party. My friend and I haven’t seen each other in almost 8 years and he really missed my attention. But we will be a bit quieter from now on. And thank you for the items I really appreciate that. Good night”.“Good night”.When she came back she looked very angry. “You had us almost kicked out of the hotel you bitch and what the fuck is this, who told you that you could take my panties out of your mouth?”Michelle slapped me repeatedly across the face with her forehand and her backhand.“Go to the bathroom you filthy piece of shit”.Michelle and Courtney followed me shortly after, Michelle carrying the bag she got from the hotel concierge. She took out a blindfold and put it over my eyes. “Get on your knees” Michelle commanded.She pulled me towards her, guiding me between her thighs, then pushing my head down. My chin was now resting on what I perceived to be the toilet seat. Soon after, I could hear the rush of her piss and the sound of her sphincter opening to let out her rectal content.Again, the smell of her excrement was overwhelming, I felt like I was going to faint. Luckily, she pushed my head back, unrolled some toilet paper and started to wipe but then, realising that I was there she said:” why am I wiping if I have such a lovely bitch tongue at my disposal?”She pulled my head close to her crotch and commanded me: “Lick that pussy clean, I don’t want to have one drop of piss left”.I darted my tongue forward, licking Michelle’s cunt. Still unable to see, I could however feel the folds of her vulva. She was completely shaven but her hair had started to grow back, covering her pubic area with pointy stubbles. Her pussy lips were rather fleshy and I enjoyed taking them between my lips and sucking on them until she hit the back of my head and said: “I said cleaning, not sucking”.When she was satisfied with the cleanliness of her pussy, she ordered me to go back to the main room and lie on the floor on my back.“Now it’s time for some ass-cleaning, stick that tongue out” she said as she lowered her anus down over my awaiting tongue. I did the best I could, swirling the tip of my tongue all around her puckered hole, even sticking it inside a few millimetres. She had wiped most of her shit but unfortunately not all of it so I still got a taste of her bitter chocolate; everything being of course captured on film.When I was done, I was ordered to go to the bathroom to clean up but when I was inside; they closed the door and somehow locked it and then turned off the light. I took a bath-towel and wrapped myself in it as I didn’t think that they would get me again before the next morning. As I was lying there, shivering in silence, I could hear moans of pleasure coming from the other room and the bed squeaking rhythmically. …“Rise and shine bitch boy” came Michelle’s voice while at the same time the bathroom door flew open and I was blinded by the sudden brightness.“Put your blindfold back on and lie in the bathtub on your back.When I was in position, I heard both Women climb onto the rim of the tub and then I felt the hot streams of urine inundating my body.“Open your mouth bitch boy” said Michelle and it wasn’t long before I received her and possibly Courtney’s piss right into my opening. The taste was very strong and I couldn’t bring myself to actually swallow it.When they were done, they turned on the shower and rinsed me down with cold water following which I was ordered to get on the bed where they had me lie face down, with my ass pointing up; thanks to the pillows they shoved under my hips. Then, they proceeded to tie me down in this position. “Now it’s time for my bitch boy to get a taste of what it feels like to get fucked” said Michelle. “But first you have to ask Courtney to stick her strap-on up your poop hole” “Please Ms Courtney fuck my ass” I said.“No, no, no, you can do much better than that” said Michelle.“Please Ms Courtney, I am begging you to fuck my ass” I tried again.“I don’t think so” said Ms Courtney.Michelle smacked me hard on my reddened ass cheeks and said: “Now try this again and this time say it like you mean it, say it like you need to feel that strap-on in your ass”.“Please Ms Courtney, please, I need to feel your strap-on in my ass, life would not be worth living if you don’t fuck me up my poop hole. I would do anything to feel that dick in my ass, please Ms Courtney, please, I will be eternally grateful to you” I said in my most sincere voice.“Well alright, if you insist” güvenilir bahis said Ms Courtney.Some lubricant was applied to my anus and then I felt something penetrating it. It was not very long but it was fairly large in diameter and even though it was the first time I had anything in my ass, I managed to accommodate it without too much pain. Ms Courtney put her slender hands on my hips and pulled herself into me until the whole strap-on was inside my rectum, pushing on my prostate and her naked pelvis was touching my buttocks. Then I felt another person getting onto the bed.“Oh yes Ms Michelle” moaned Ms Courtney.I could only imagine that Mistress Michelle had just inserted her own strap-on into Ms Courtney’s cunt or ass. While Ms Courtney remained anchored in my ass, the strap-on pushed onto my prostate with the rhythm dictated by Mistress Michelle’s strokes up Ms Courtney’s cavity. In addition to that rhythmic pounding I could also feel some light vibrations on my anus, letting me believe that Ms Courtney’s strap-on was equipped with a vibrator.Ms Courtney continued to moan and to praise Mistress Michelle for the attention she bestowed onto her. After a while her moans became more pressing and shortly afterwards, she erupted in an awe-inspiring orgasm, pulling me onto her strap-on before collapsing onto my back, her naked sweaty body touching my skin and while her breath was warming my neck, my loins emptied their load onto the bedspread. After she had regained her composure and both Women had climbed off the bed, she thanked Mistress Michelle over and over and I could hear them kissing passionately.Leaving me in my position, both Women went into the bathroom and took a shower. When they came back, they got dressed and packed their bags, getting ready to leave.“You’re not going to leave me like that?” I said, but they only laughed.“You see bitch boy” said Mistress Michelle finally, “we love to humiliate men. When we came to this conference we thought we would have a dry weekend but then we saw you and we knew we would be in for some fun. By the way, I left your half of the $100 bill for housekeeping; I think they deserve it more than you. As for the other money, I don’t think that you deserve it either. You see I think that your performance was, what was the word, oh yes, inadequate, what do you think Courtney?”“I have to agree Ms Michelle, it was definitely not worth $500, in fact, I would say it is not even worth $5. You were pretty, euh, what’s the word I’m looking for?”“Incompetent?” said Michelle.“That’s the one!”Both Women laughed and Michelle added: “in addition to the little tip for housekeeping we also left them the memory card with some choice pictures of your little show and just so there is no doubt in their minds on what they are dealing with, Courtney, the permanent marker please”.“I A M A B I T C H B O Y, P L E A S E U S E M E !” said Michelle as she was writing it on my back. “And now for the final touch, Courtney, the butt-plug please”.I felt something rubbing over my anus, then breach its entrance and remain in place.“Well, we’re off, have a nice day and if you’re ever in the neighbourhood, please drop by”.I could hear both Women laughing as they closed the door behind them.I don’t know how long I was in this position but suddenly I heard a knock on the door and a familiar voice with a Spanish accent saying: “housekeeping”.No, not Maria-Fernanda, please not her I prayed but it was her of course, accompanied by Paula.“What the…” said Paula.“Oh my god, that is Roberto” exclaimed Maria-Fernanda, “we have to help him”.“Yes” added Paula, unconvinced.Maria-Fernanda delivered me from my restraints, then gave me my clothes so that I could cover up.When I was “decent” again I looked over to the table and saw that the money and the photo memory card were gone.“We have to call the police” said Maria-Fernanda “he has been tortured”.“I don’t think Bobby wants to make such a big deal out of it, do you Robert?” said Paula.“That’s alright, we don’t need the police, I’m just going to leave, please don’t say anything to anybody” I pleaded.“Not so fast, bitch boy” said Paula “I think you should help us make the rooms this morning”.“But we cannot do that” retorted Maria-Fernanda.“Oh yes we can, didn’t you see what was written on his back; he likes to be used by Women” added Paula before continuing: “get to it bitch boy, make the bed while we clean the rest of the room and you will help us for the remainder of our shift”.I had no choice but to comply with Paula’s demands even though Maria-Fernanda was very embarrassed by the whole situation as was I of course, having been exposed and humiliated in front of her.Luckily Paula didn’t ask me to help them out again the next day but I knew that she had taken the money and more importantly the memory card with the compromising pictures and I was sure that sooner or later she would use them against me. Over the following days I tried to talk to Maria-Fernanda but despite my best efforts, she was avoiding me and about 2 weeks later she moved away to another city, having been promoted to housecleaning supervisor at another hotel.Then, about a month following my humiliation at the hands of Michelle, I was called into the assistant manager’s office. I was sure that Paula had ratted me out and that I was going to be fired.“Ah, Robert, please have a seat” said the manager cheerfully.That didn’t sound like a firing.“We have received a letter from a Michelle praising your abilities as an accountant. As it turns out, our present accountant will be retiring at the end of the month and with such an endorsement from the VP of such a reputable firm, I think you might just be the right person to replace him. What do you think?”I didn’t know what to think. Why did Michelle send this letter of recommendation, was she sorry for what she had done?“Well, I am really flattered by the confidence she has in my abilities and I can promise you, I will not disappoint you” I said.“That’s settled then, pick up the contract tomorrow morning at the HR office and welcome to the team”.As I walked out of the office I was still in a state of shock, I just could not figure out what had possessed Michelle to do this. And then it hit me. Leverage! Of course, it was all about insuring her continued control over my life. I was certain that Paula had contacted Michelle and that they had figured out a scheme to continue my humiliation. The incriminating value of the pictures increases with the importance of my job at the hotel. Had I stayed a simple waiter, Paula would not have had a lot of to hold over me. But I certainly didn’t want to loose this accountant’s position. She had me by the balls, literally. Or was I just paranoid? Over the next few months, I settled into my position. My supervisor seemed to be very pleased with my performance and even scheduled me in for a raise. I made friends amongst the office staff, going for a beer with them after work, participating in office activities and so on. When I saw Paula at the hotel she just smiled and gave me a friendly hello which I courteously returned. My night of humiliation started to become a distant memory. I even wrote a letter to Michelle, thanking her for the recommendation. I also received a letter from Maria-Fernanda in which she told me that she was not very happy where she was and that she was thinking of returning to the hotel I worked even if it meant a pay cut. I was happy and content; life seemed to have taken a turn for the better.Then, one late June evening, I had just finished eating supper and was about to sit down in front of the TV when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and in walked Paula, pushing me aside in the process and saying: “Hello bitch boy!”The end.Copyright 2008, the Janus. The above story is fictional, any resemblance to any living or deceased individual or individuals or to any situation or situations is purely incidental.

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