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Rated: E · Interactive · Erotica · #2248919

In this story, you become a foot slave at your workplace

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Chapter #10

Accept

    by: Reptara Author IconMail Icon
"Fine.... I'll do it."

"That's a good boy. You'll make a good little errand bitch." She says with a wink. Ordinarily you would have been pissed, but not this time. Her attitude was playful and much different than your past interactions with her. Who would have guess it could have been so easy to change your relationship with your rival. She seemed to be just teasing you and her words weren’t hostile. Rather than get defensive, you return the sentiment.

"Ughh I regret this already." You say under your breath, sarcastically.

Ready to take advantage of this new arrangement, she begins asking for your help without delay. “Alright, I’m going to need a ton of help with my tasks today. I’m like way behind.” You abide by the temporary truce and spend the entire day filing papers, making calls and trying to keep up with the ridiculous workload of balancing your own tasks while catching up on hers. It wasn’t easy, but after an exhausting day, you finally finish and stop by Ashley’s office to let her know the status.

When you finally catch up, you look for Ashley to give her an update. You find her texting with her feet up on the desk. “You done?” she casually asks. Clearly she had done nothing, while you worked nonstop.


“Yeah…” you reply, slightly taken back by how unthankful she was.

“Great, hey listen Ryan. I need a favor. I need you to pick something up for me. It’s really important.” she asks, putting on a cute face.

“Can’t it wait? Work lets out in 30 minutes, I can’t just leave.” You were a little upset that you did all that work without so much as a thank you. Besides that, you were still on the clock. You didn’t want to get caught leaving work early.

“Trust me, I need this. I’ll owe you one.” Her eyes pleading and her lips pouting. It was hard to say no to that gorgeous face. Plus, the idea of Ashley owing you a favor was REALLY appealing. So, against your better judgement, you reluctantly agree. “Fine. What is it?”

"Just be at 1010 Main Street before 5pm and say that you are they for my pickup. They are already expecting you." she says, having already anticipated your answer.

"Okay..." You respond. Why was she being so cryptic? You did agree to help her, so this must be important, right?

You leave and go to the address. You were careful not to make it obvious, but you never know who might see or notice your absence. The address that you arrive at is a Dry Cleaners. Clearly, she made a mistake and gave you the wrong address. She couldn’t possibly think this was important enough to task you with.

You call to see if she made a mistake, but there was no answer. Still, you go in and tentatively ask the clerk if an order for Ashley was ready. "I'm probably at the wrong address, but is there a pickup ready for an Ashley Lauderdale?"

"Oh yes. Here it is. That will be $65.88. Will that be cash or card?" the cashier innocently asks you.

"uhmm.... card." You pay the fee to avoid an awkward conversation, and you will just make Ashley pay you back later. After paying for and getting her freshly pressed dry cleaning, you head to her house and plan on getting an answer for why this was so important. The whole drive there, you plan what you will say. You've got a few choice words and may even call off this whole arrangement. It doesn’t seem like she is treating you fairly. This needs to change. You’re helping her, you’re not some kind of servant for her to boss around.

You arrive at her house at about 5:45pm with her dry cleaning in hand, which you had to pay for because she apparently did not do it herself yet. As you knock on the door with your free hand, she was already opening the door. “Ughh, about time!” she impatiently says.

Before you can even mention the bill and the money she owes you, she is barking new orders at you.

“Alright get in here, I need you to clean my pumps and iron my skirt. I left the stuff out so it shouldn’t be any trouble for you to find everything.”


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