"Yes, thank you," I said, draining what was left in the glass in front of me. Glancing at my watch, I smiled. She had come through the hotel lobby more than an hour ago, so I knew that the preparations I had commanded her to perform were completed by now.

The bartender placed the beer in front of me wordlessly. As I glanced around, I noticed that the bar was nearly deserted, with an old couple in the corner the only other patrons. The bartender was a blonde in her early thirties, I guessed, nicely figured. Her uniform consisted of a short black skirt and a white blouse, buttoned severely up to her throat. The curve of her breasts was lovely underneath the material.

Leaning against the cash register, she looked bored; her arms were behind her, half supporting her weight. I wondered if her wrists were crossed. Many females, especially the ones whose true sexuality has been awakened, find themselves unconsciously assuming submissive postures. I w...

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