Not Just a Maid

The clock was ticking away. A keyboard clacked away. Papers rustled. A foot tapped impatiently on the floor.

God damnit, Kerry hated desk jobs.

The maid flipped through the stack of papers in front of her angrily, doing her best to skim them without drawing in a pool of technical jargon. This was, without a shadow of a doubt, Kerry’s least favorite part of her new job - and she had to scrub a bathroom clean four times a week.

She was an active person! A physical learner! A jock, a meathead, sporty, whatever you wanted to call it- Kerry didn’t like to sit still for too long. And yet here she was, sat on the semi-worn lounge chair in Cadence’s office, sifting through paperwork. Because for some reason, despite being a maid and not a personal assistant, she had to help Cadence do PAPERWORK after finishing her cleaning for the day. She understood helping to organize files or a schedule or something, but… fucking paperwork? Seriously?

FUCK paperwork. Paperwork can eat a fat-

The sudden interruption of the monotonous sounds of paperwork made Kerry’s head whip around. Cadence had scooted back from her desk, stretching her arms above her head with a series of soft joint pops and a long sigh. She shut her laptop and looked at Kerry. “I’m finished for the day, so I’m heading to my room. I have a few things to teach you, so after you finish checking those forms for errors, come see me.”

Teach? Was Kerry not cleaning something well enough? She’d been working here for over a month now without a single reprimand in terms of her cleaning after the first week, so that probably wasn’t it. Unless it was something that had been forgotten like with the incenses? Kerry shuddered. She really didn’t want to toe the line again in terms of losing her job, but she was already on edge from all this fucking PAPERWORK. Like, fuck, why couldn’t Cadence have a job doing literally anything else, for real-

“Did you hear me, Kerry?” Cadence’s words interrupted Kerry’s latest mental rant.

The maid gave her head a small shake, then looked towards where Cadence had spoken. The glamorously tall woman was already by the door, her laptop under her arm. Kerry nodded. “Sorry about that! Yes, I heard you. I should only be a few minutes longer, so-”

“Don’t take any less than ten minutes and no more than twenty. Your pay for the week will be docked if you’re not on time.”

Ehhhh? Seriously, why the need to threaten with docked pay? When had Kerry ever been late before? She stifled a sigh with a smile as she replied, “Sure thing, miss Cadence. Anything else?”

Cadence put a finger to her lip, thinking. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards. “Change into some casualwear on your way.” With that, she left.

Casualwear, huh? So some jeans and a hoodie, maybe? Or maybe date-casual with a decent skirt and a blouse? Kerry wasn’t a fan of skirts, but she was a fan of what skirts did for her ass, and she had damn fine legs from years of sports and then physical jobs. But she probably shouldn’t be wearing flattering clothes like that to her boss’ bedroom in the evening, so maybe not…

Right, right- she needed to finish checking the papers. The… papers…

Kerry stared down at the stack of papers in front of her. She hadn’t found a single error all day, nor on any of the other days she had checked Cadence’s work. The woman was a damned machine when it came to her work. Kerry shrugged and grabbed the papers. She plopped them down on Cadence’s desk and left. Yeah, they’d be fine.

It would take a good bit of time to change into a fresh maid’s uniform, but she should make it in plenty of time since she was done early.

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Kerry ended up opting for the jeans and hoodie, figuring that she should go for actual casual and not flirty casual. After a brief trip through the manor, Kerry knocked on Cadence’s door. “Miss Cadence, I’m here for-”

Before Kerry could finish her sentence, the door whipped open. Cadence looked miffed by something, to nobody’s surprise. Also, she was in just black panties and a black satin bra. For some reason, this also didn’t surprise Kerry. She guessed that her job during Cadence’s leisure time had brought her to expect surprise nudity from her boss. That fact didn’t make the situation any less hot though. The knowledge of what was likely about to happen made it even better, if anything.

Cadence raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to ogle my chest all night or are you going to come in before one of my sibling’s attendants notice?”

“Oh- right, sorry,” Kerry ripped her eyes from the perfect peak of Cadence’s breasts underneath the satin (they looked smaller when they weren’t framed by a tight shirt or BDSM gear, which was not a thought Kerry ever thought she would have) and walked in. The door clicked shut quietly behind her as she glanced around. It was just as clean as she had left it that morning aside from a few rumples on the bed and a stocking hanging over the lip of her laundry hamper in the corner. “So, uh… is this really for ‘teaching’, or…?”

“Or what?” Cadence asked pointedly. The door made another click, meaning that it had been locked. Kerry didn’t like how that didn’t worry her anymore. “Surely you didn’t think we would be doing anything along those lines, did you? And if you did and still came wearing that, then I'd have to rethink my opinion of you.”

So she wouldn’t have to rethink anything if Kerry had worn the flirty skirty? Fuck, she should’ve gone with- NOPE, NO BOSS FUCKING THIS TIME AROUND,  YOU HORNY DUMBASS. “N-No, I didn’t- uh, I meant, like… I didn’t know if this was work or leisure. For you. Work or leisure for you, not me. It’s work for me either way.”

Cadence regarded Kerry with a raised eyebrow for a moment. Then she shut her eyes and shrugged. “Your flawed foresight aside, yes, this is for my leisure. You have been performing quite well in your cleaning duties, and even if you weren’t, I would not be the one to be teaching you otherwise.”

“Yeah, right, totally fair,” Kerry said, looking anywhere except her boss’ smoking body. Cadence had managed to drop the pudge from the heavy cream incident last week quite fast, but the way her panties were pinching in showed that she still had some extra padding left. Not that that mattered in the slightest. Homegirl could be a blimp and still be smoking somehow. Hng.

As Kerry carefully avoided staring at her boss’ tantalizing bod, Cadence continued, “So far you’ve only assisted me with liquids and in my leisure room. Tonight I’ll be ensuring that you can assist me in another fashion and that you can do so in a discreet fashion even while not in a soundproofed room.”

Another fashion? Kerry liked the sound of that. “Sure, ok. What’s the ‘fashion’ for tonight, then?”

“Inside of my closet, in the far corner where all of my heavy snow clothing is, bring out the hideous Christmas sweater.”

Weird, but ok. Kerry quickly made her way over to Cadence’s stupidly oversized closet and walked in. This closet was bigger than Kerry’s room had been growing up and had more clothes in it than a JC Penny’s. Ok, maybe not that second part, but the point still stood.

The maid had already learned where everything went in here, but she’d yet to have a reason to touch the heavy Winter clothing. It was Fall but they lived in a warm climate. Also, Cadence rarely left the manor, and the few times that she did had been for formal indoor events. Also-also, why did Cadence have, like, ten ugly sweaters in here? They took up an entire back corner of the giant closet. Kerry flipped through them, frowning. Which one had Cadence meant…

Oh. She had specified Christmas. The other sweaters were Winter-themed, but only one had a giant, hideous Santa on it. This was the one. Kerry lifted it off the rack and her brow raised. It was heavier than it should be. Was it pure wool or something? And why would Cadence want a 100% wool sweater right now anyways? What kink could possibly be related to this? Kerry had too many questions.

She left the closet and returned to Cadence. Cadence glanced at the sweater, then nodded. It was the right one! Score! “Good. Now toss that aside and examine what’s inside. I’m hoping that you at least know how to use such things.”

What? Kerry pulled the sweater off of its hanger and- oh. There was a cloth bag hanging from the hanger. Smart. She tossed the sweater aside as instructed and started pulling the contents of the bag out. Yeah, this was more what Kerry expected. Soft silk rope, a leather belt, a ball gag, a tube with a generously sized insert, small travel containers of lube and lotion, a bulb pump, and a compact bike pump. It was a portable bondage and inflation emergency kit.

Kerry picked up the ball gag by a strap and frowned. “Why is this here? Wouldn’t it be safer to keep this with all the other… stuff?”

“And how would you pack this for me if it was down there, hmm?” Cadence mused. She sat down on the edge of her bed, crossing one of her damn fine legs over the other. “Having it here allows you to pack it safely in the depths of my luggage without the need to smuggle it across the entire manor.”

“...Why would it need to be packed? Where would you go that you would need this stuff?”

Cadence regarded Kerry for a moment, then sighed, resting her cheek in her hand. “I’d describe it as stress relief. I sometimes go on extended trips to meet family ties or potential clients, oftentimes at very classy events. It’s far too common that my meetings will involve at least one pass at me and all too often there will be many more made by men other than who I’m there for. Occasionally there is an actually decent partner, but it’s far more common that everyone is filth and I’m left pissed, pent-up, and frustrated in every way possible.”

“Yeah, that all sounds about right,” Kerry replied. “But it’s not like you can use this-” Kerry waggled the ball gag by its strap. “-very well on your own. So why?”

“Why? Because you’ll be going with me from now on, of course.”

Kerry blinked. “... S-Sorry, I’ll be what?”

Cadence rolled her eyes. “You are my personal assistant, Ms. Foster. Of course you would be traveling with me on extended business trips.”

Kerry blinked again. “... Ok, you lost me again. I thought I was your maid, not your personal assistant. What’s going on here? I’m so confused.”

Cadence stared back at Kerry. “As am I. I informed you on your first day here that you would be my personal maid AND assistant. Did you believe it was normal for maids to assist with organizing schedules and checking sensitive documents?”

“...In hindsight, that makes a LOT of sense.” Kerry thought for a moment, then frowned. “Wait a second- why do I have to do paperwork in a lounge chair in your office then? Shouldn’t I have a desk or something?”

“You haven’t asked for one.”

Kerry felt a vein in her forehead twitch. “Right. Ok. And the contract? I don’t remember the words ‘personal assistant’ being on there anywhere.”

“It was an implied title detailed at length over the extent of section two.”

The ‘maid’ could feel her blood pressure rising by the second. “Right, right, right. So when were you planning on informing me that I’d have to go on extended trips, huh? I have a life, you know.”

“Do you?” Cadence quipped. “You haven’t requested personal leave once in the entire month you’ve worked here, nor have you invited anyone to your quarters. I was under the impression that you have no close friends or a relationship at the moment.”

This bitch. She was was hot as fuck and paid Kerry’s salary, but ALSO, THIS BITCH. Kerry clenched her teeth together as she forced a smile onto her face. “RIGHT. OK. SO. BACK TO RIGHT NOW.”

Cadence cocked her head to the side. “You seem upset again. Were you not aware that you were entirely alone? My apologies if so.”

Ow. That one cut so deep that Kerry wasn’t even mad anymore. Just kind of… dead. And cold. Kerry really didn’t need this kind of crap right now. Her mental game was already too weak from the nightmare her last job had been. She really didn’t need to be reminded that she, in fact, did not have a life. She covered her face with her hands and just let out a deep sigh. “No, it’s… it’s fine. I’m fine. Let’s just… get this over with. This is just practice for the real thing or whatever anyways, right? So it’s not like it even matters.”

Cadence regarded Kerry with a curious look, then stood up. “I’d prefer it if you treated tonight as you would normally, but you aren’t wrong that this is for practice. I just want to make sure that you can work the tools and can work in a hotel room.”

“It’s a damned pump. I know how to work a pump. I’m not an idiot. And what’s the difference if it’s in your fuck chamber or in a hotel room? I shove the bulb in your ass and I pump you till you can’t think straight. Simple.”

Cadence looked at Kerry in surprise. She cleared her throat and glanced away, a hint of red cropping up on her cheekbones. “M-My, Kerry, your language has certainly turned crass, hasn’t it?”

That’s because Kerry could not physically give less of a shit anymore. “I’m not in your professionally mandated fetish dress right now, so I’m off the clock as far as I’m concerned. And you’ve made it very clear what you think of my intelligence, so I might as well talk like it too, right?”

“Well, I- I never insinuated-”

“Here, take this,” Kerry said bluntly, shoving the ball part of the gag into Cadence’s mouth to finally shut her up. Cadence seemed surprised but didn’t resist as Kerry succinctly tightened it around her head. “Hey, remember when you insinuated that I was probably too stupid to understand straps last week? Fun times.”

Cadence let out a muffled, “Hwll, oi-”, but was interrupted by Kerry reaching around her midriff with the belt. She squeaked as Kerry tightened the belt all the way, tightly cinching the leather just above her belly button. Hey, the belt had been in there for a reason, right? And if Kerry was gonna do this while pissed, she might as well do it right. Or right-ish, at least.

Kerry picked up the bulb and the lube. As she unceremoniously opened the bottle up and started messily coating the anal insert, she raised an eyebrow at Cadence. “Turn around and present, miss boss lady. Your personal assistant is ready to personally ram your toy in.”

Cadence’s breathing seemed to grow heavier as she shuffled around on her bed. She eventually ended up with her feet on the floor and her ass in the air, her torso flat against her sleek comforter. Kerry slipped a finger under her panties and slid them down enough to get a full eyeful of Cadence’s puckered starfish. Kerry had never been less eager to ram something up a hot woman’s ass. Still, something about how Cadence was acting… it was… what was it? Kerry was starting to… hmm…

Eh, working through feelings could wait until later. Kerry made sure that every part of the insert was coated before saying, “Ok, ready? Five, four, NOW,” and shoving the slick toy into Cadence’s asshole. The woman let out a muffled squeal and gripped the sheets with her hands. Oh right, her hands. Those should probably be tied up or something…

Kerry grabbed Cadence’s hips and shoulder and flipped her over. The woman’s face was fully flushed. She rubbed her legs together and pulled on the comforter. Kerry couldn’t help but grin. Her boss was normally so strong and outspoken, but she looked so completely helpless right now. And it was entirely by her own choice too. Why… why did that last part make it even better? Actually, why was Kerry enjoying this this much anyways?

She shook her head and grabbed the silk rope. She used a quick hitch she had learned back in her hometown for its totally 100% intended purpose of lashing a horny woman’s wrists together, then took a step back. Ok, so… bulb or bike? Bike pumps were kinda loud, right? So in a hotel room, the bulb would be better. But… why was the bike pump even here if not to be used, right? And if it wasn’t loud, it would be better to find out now so that it was an option later, right?

Kerry attached the hose trailing out from the anal insert to the bike pump. She pulled the plunger all the way out and, without a single word of warning, pushed the plunger all the way back down.

Hey, that wasn’t very loud at all. Fun.

Cadence gasped and squirmed in place, her knees pressed hard together. Kerry smirked and pulled out the plunger again. It was a travel-sized bike pump made of plastic, so it wasn’t nearly as big as your average bike pump, but it seemed to be working pretty well regardless. She pressed the plunger down again and noted that the belt around Cadence’s middle already looked a bit tighter. A third pump made the tightness even more distinct, and a fourth confirmed that the belt was now a size too small.

The off-duty maid kept going, pumping an additional six times before giving Cadence a moment of rest. Ten whole pumps had done a number on the restrained woman’s figure. Her waistline, which has been so nice and trim even with the extra padding from last week’s ‘leisure’, was now rounding outwards and upwards. There was now a clearly distinct bisection between her upper and lower belly from the belt, with her lower belly protruding more than her upper.

Kerry gulped as she looked at the soft belly of her helpless boss. She pulled out the plunger again and, slowly and deliberately, pressed it down. She watched as Cadence’s skin almost visibly stretched out from where the belt was restraining it, watched as the woman trembled meekly on her sleek comforter. She swallowed hard and pulled out the plunger again.

Oh boy. This was hitting some kind of nerve in Kerry that she didn’t know she had. The water thing and the cream thing had struck some weird chords with her, but… but this was… hoooo boy.

Thirteen pumps. Fifteen pumps. Seventeen. Twenty. Cadence’s chest was heaving now. Her lower and upper belly were their own distinct mounds, sticking out high above the belt. They looked as solid as rocks. Kerry took a step forward and put a hand on Cadence’s lower belly, caressing the cream-colored mini orb. It was as solid as a rock. She pressed down softly and the inflated woman groaned softly. Kerry bit her lip. She pushed down harder and the woman groaned harder, her legs shifting audibly on the bed.

Kerry placed the pump on the bed and used one hand to pump, putting her other on Cadence’s upper belly. It was just as hard as her lower, and as Kerry forced yet more air into Cadence’s compact insides, she could feel her skin pressing out just a bit more against her hand. Kerry grinned wide. She gave the ballooned tum a solid smack and was amazed how much the resulting sound was like a drum. Cadence herself gasped at the tum assault and squirmed in place. Kerry’s smile widened. She loved this. She really, truly did. There was no denying it.

At around twenty-eight pumps, Cadence began to really start to squirm. Kerry couldn’t blame her. Her belly was being terribly bisected, the belt cutting harshly into her taut skin. Kerry’s smile turned malicious. She leaned down close to Cadence and whispered, “Does it hurt, miss Cadence? Is it too much?”

Cadence nodded, eyes shut. Kerry ran a hand along the edge of the belt, feeling how warm and tense the skin around the leather was. “Really? So I can’t add just a little more? That’s such a shame. though. I thought you could take a bit more than that, but I guess I was wrong about what you’re capable of…”

The inflated woman froze. Then, she opened one eye and glanced up at Kerry. Kerry fondly gripped the bike pump and teased it in view of Cadence, ever-so slowly inching it upwards. “I think you could do it, you know. Would you like to try? Would you like to show me what you can do, hmm? Would you like to show your stupid little assistant what the boss can do with that wonderful body of hers?”

Cadence’s face turned a bit more pink. She mumbled something indiscernible, but from the way she began to grip her sheets between her bound hands, Kerry could get the gist of what the mumbles meant. She got the plunger all the way out, then- EVER so slowly- she began to press down again.

The boss woman moaned softly with every breath outwards. Her belly rose with every breath in but sank a little less with every breath out. Her belly trembled underneath Kerry’s hand. Her distended middle almost seemed to be creaking from the pressure and tension, but it held. It held even as Kerry pressed the plunger all the way to the handle.

“Well, look at that,” Kerry teased, tracing the outline of Cadence’s navel with one finger. “Looks like you could do it after all. Or maybe not. You look like you’re in a lot of pain there, huh?”

Cadence was still moaning with every breath even though no more air was being added. Her face was twisted in a mixture of discomfort and excitement. Kerry grabbed the tight lower belly being presented and gave it a quick squeeze, making Cadence’s eyes roll back in her head. “It hurts, but you like it, don’t you? You like how uncomfortable it is. You like when I press in and it feels like you’re gonna burst, don’t you?”

“Mmm!” Cadence moaned.

Kerry’s malicious grin widened. She fingered the belt buckle, saying, “If I free this giant belly of yours, you’re just gonna want all this extra space filled again, aren’t you? You’re just gonna want me to fill you all the way up, making you big and tight and round. Make your skin ache and creak and groan. That’s what you want your maid to do, right? Huh?”

“Mhm, mhm!” Came Cadence’s moans again, this time accompanied by distinct nods.

“That sounds like it’s gonna be a lot of work,” Kerry mused. Then she bared her teeth in a wide smile. “But whatever you say, boss. Just don’t blame me if you burst before you’re finally satisfied.”

Kerry fiddled with the belt buckle for a moment (those things are much harder to undo when their contents are under pressure) before it finally gave way. Cadence’s belly surged outward, pulling the ends of the belt with it until the two ends were just barely still attached to each other. A deep, sensual sigh escaped the inflated woman as Kerry pulled the belt out from under her. A solid red streak and two stark lines ran along the entirety of Cadence’s rounded gut- a testament to just how much pressure her belly had been under.

Kerry was enjoying this to an unreal degree. Maybe even more than just ‘enjoying’ it, truthfully. God, she was just as fucking weird as her boss, wasn’t she? She hoped that she wasn’t gonna be ruined for whenever she actually did have her next girlfriend. Whenever that would be. Regardless, wrong time to be thinking about that. Back to making her boss feel good. Which… was a weird thing to be going back to.

Her job was pretty fucked, actually, wasn’t it?

Kerry grabbed the bottle of lotion from where she’d tossed it earlier and flipped it open while slowly pumping in the latest bit of air. She glopped a solid amount of the rich-smelling stuff onto Cadence’s belly, closed and tossed the lotion once more, then began to smear the latte-colored goop all over the inflated woman’s taut gut. And, of course, she continued to pump all the while. Slow, drawn-out pumps that made Cadence’s tight skin grow ever harder underneath Kerry’s touch.

The bound woman was squirming in place. Her sleek sheets were becoming a rats nest around Cadence as her hands kept clenching and releasing the sheets within reach and her legs writhed against the edge of the bed. Her face was flush red, her breathing growing haggard around the vibrant red ball in her mouth.

“You look pathetic, boss,” Kerry crooned as she ran her finger around Cadence’s navel. She slipped a lotioned-up finger inside of the taut woman’s now shallow navel and watched with satisfaction as Cadence’s whole body twitched from delight. “You’re already like this when you’re only this big? You’ll be a puddle by the time there’s some real air inside of you.”

Cadence’s eyes widened as Kerry did a pump faster than usual. The maid had lost track of the total pumps while smearing lotion all over the phat gut in front of her, but it was likely approaching forty by now. And fuck did she look it too. Her belly had sunk a bit after gaining the extra space previously taken up by the belt, but it was easily taller than either of her midriff peaks had been before. The creamy orb looked rounder than ever. Did air have that effect over liquid? It made sense. Solid and tall over heavy and droopy… But it wouldn’t hurt to test that theory more, now would it?

A short, muffled yelp brought Kerry’s attention back to the woman attached to the lovely gut. Cadence was panting hard between each subdued moan. Her body was slick with sweat and her face was completely pink. Even her belly had stolen some of the blush from her face from how full it was. She was just about at her limit in more ways than one. That was just fine with Kerry. Honestly, she still couldn’t shake the fear that her boss was going to explode right in front of her. Kerry was much more interested in playing with her perfectly submissive boss while she was in the throes of pleasure. Speaking of which…

“Wow, miss, you look just about ready to pop, don’t you?” Kerry mused, walking her fingers over the peak of Cadence’s distended gut. “I’m not sure if I could fit a single more breath of air inside of you. Though I might still try anyway.”

Kerry felt her heart start to beat faster in her chest as she climbed up onto the bed next to Cadence, kneeling next to her nigh-immobile form. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you giant gut slut, huh? You want me to force one last giant pump in there so you’re just on the brink of bursting, right? Because that’s just how you are.”

Cadence’s moans got louder as she desperately nodded. Kerry’s teeth flashed as she yanked the bike pump’s plunger up one last time. She began to slowly, OH-SO slowly, force the plunger down.

The insanely inflated woman had her eyes squeezed shut. She pulled her arms up around her head, her bound wrists tight against the back of her head. Her knees were practically glued together. Drool began to leak out of the corner of her mouth and her whole body spasmed in time with her ragged breaths.

Kerry had her free hand on Cadence’s belly, feeling the miracle that was this woman’s tortured gut. Her abdominal muscles were trembling, her skin stretching underneath Kerry’s fingertips. It was sleek and perfectly smooth, yet it somehow became more perfect with each passing second.

Cadence’s moans turned to restrained cries as the plunger neared the pump's base. As it reached, and as the air finally stopped entering her, Cadence released one final extended cry of pure pleasure. Her back arched, her enormous gut pushing an extra inch from her gorgeous frame, for several heavy seconds. Then, with a relieved whimper, the tension in Cadence’s body vanished and she went limp.

Kerry swallowed hard. Her hand left the handle of the bike pump and slowly wandered towards the button to her pants. She froze. She wanted to. She SO fucking wanted to just help herself to some of the irresistible pleasure her boss had just shown her. She wanted to do it with that insatiable body right in front of her instead of from the image of it that was now etched into her memory. But… it… it didn’t feel… right.

Oh, and it wasn’t because she was trying to suppress her gay thoughts about her boss. That ship set sail a fucking eon ago by now. If she thought for a millisecond that she had a chance with this hot piece, she’d chance getting fired in a heartbeat. But even still…

She couldn’t. She’d have her fun shortly when she was back in her room. For now, she needed to get Cadence to bed. Well… properly to bed, anyways.

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Paperwork. Seriously, Kerry DESPISED paperwork with her entire being. But hey, it was apparently part of her thirty-an-hour job where she could see and touch her boss’ smoldering body to her queer heart’s content about once a week, soooo… suck it up, bitchcakes. Momma’s not giving up her sweet perks because of some dead trees and shitty ink.

From elsewhere in the room, Cadence cleared her throat. Kerry looked up to find her boss staring at her. Uh-oh. Kerry had thought last night’s ‘performance’ had been fine since Cadence hadn’t mentioned it for the last three hours of paper bullshit, but maybe she’d taken it a bit too far after all…

“As you might have noticed while organizing my schedule this month, I have an annual meeting with our Florida branch on the twenty-second. Don’t forget to pack all of the essentials.” She tapped away on her laptop for a moment, then looked back up at Kerry. A dark smile danced on her lips. “And if you don’t perform exactly as well as you did last night, expect to pay and sleep in a separate room from myself for the duration of the trip.”

Kerry’s brain whirred away. She wasn’t getting fired, that’s good. She was going to Florida, which was pretty cool. She would be staying in a Cadence-quality hotel, which was sic. And by process of reverse-engineering, so long as she made her boss orgasm, she’d get to sleep in the same room as her. For the whole trip. And maybe even more.

Cadence had her issues, like being a bit stuck-up and haughty and dense and rich and hot and kinky as fuck. But hey, Kerry was a slightly dumb, hot-blooded bitch with a short attention span who, apparently, was bad at reading contracts. And Cadence appreciated that in her own way, so hey- if Kerry were to make another career mistake and, say, start fucking her boss on the regular again, then… oops. Oh well~.

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It's finally here! Sorry if there's a weird tone shift somewhere in there. It's not often that I start a fic then have 0 tum thoughts for almost two weeks in the middle of it. But hey, if you can't notice where the gap between Jaundis two weeks ago and Jaundis today is, then great! I did well.

So as a small change of plans, I'm going to count this as the fic for5th-7th so that I can dedicate all my energy to finishing the Ryuko fic in the next few days. I'll see about posting an extra fic at some point to make up for the missed one. 

On a related note, I won't be posting the character poll until I post the Ryuko fic since it'd feel weird to have y'all voting on the next exclusive when the last one isn't even out yet.