The floozy walked in the door first, all big hair and tight polyester dress. Her boobs spilled out everywhere and I could hear her clunky, high heels even thought they were hidden by the couch. She had a lit cigarette dangling between her lips and began unwrapping herself and throwing everything on the couch haphazardly: coat, scarf, cheap glittery gold purse. He was right behind her.
"You can't smoke in here," I said, looking up from my book.
"Who the fuck is she?" the floozy slurred to Him, turning around and ignoring my presence.
"This is the one I told you about, remember?" He said, removing His own coat. "Listen, do you want another drink?"
"Yeah. You got any, like, Smirnoff Ice or some shit like that?" she asked.
"No, no, none of that. I can make you a cosmopolitan. How does that sound?"
"Great," she chirped. She sat on the couch, playing with her phone, ignoring me like I wasn't even there.
He hadn't said it yet, but I think I knew what was going on. I got up from the chair and put a bookmark in my book. I followed Him into the den where He was busy making the drink at the bar. His back was to me but He knew I was there.
"Stop," He said, shaking the cocktail before straining it into a glass.
"Yes, Sir." I replied.
"I see you're wearing appropriate attire. Good girl," He muttered. He must have seen I was wearing what He asked me to when I walked around the house: stockings, garters, no panties or bra. If I'm cold—and it certainly was cold outside—I could wear a blanket but am not allowed to wear more clothes.
He turned around, holding the drink. "Present," He said.
I turned around, bent over at the waist, and spread my ass so He could see His holes. I knew he was inspecting me, seeing if my pussy was smoothly shaved, checking out the dark stockings on my legs.
"Thank you, pet. Follow me," He said, and I began walking behind him as we left the den.
"No, no. On your knees."
"Yes, Sir." I got on my knees behind him, a burning pit in my stomach as some floozy, some skank in a cheap polyester dress was going to see me on my hands and knees, roaming around. She could look at my tits and see my pussy and I didn't want to show those things to her. But He asked, so I did it.
"What's this?" she asked as He returned. I trailed along behind on my hands and knees, eyes down as I'd been taught.
"Pretend like she's not here, okay?" He asked her.
"What does that mean?" She asked, still playing with her phone and glancing sideways at me.
"Oh, you'll get the hang of it," He winked
They talked and giggled, all the while ignoring me, the almost-naked woman kneeling at their feet.
Talking soon lead to kissing and the room was filled with smacking lip sounds and uncomfortable silence as this harlot got to enjoy Sir while I had to sit and watch. Soon, Sir took His shirt off. The floozy got up, unzipped her dress to reveal pink panties and no bra and what seemed like gallons of spray tan everywhere.
