It was a slow night at Jim's Lounge beside the Starlight Hotel located off I-77 at Exit 82. Slow and very strange might be a better way to describe it. I was heading over with a cup of coffee to my newest customer. He was very handsome. I always had a thing for sexy black gentlemen. Mr. Sexy fit the bill. He was tall and you could see the muscles ripple under his tailored suit. I wonder if he likes small brunettes with perky tits? Oh well, guess he probably has a woman.
"No I don't." he smiled.
"What do you don't" I asked confused.
"I don't have a woman. No, I really just like a pretty and well behaved Bitch." he said while staring at me with an intensity that made me feel funny.
Slowly I set his coffee down and realized I was covered in cloth. It made me itchy and I pulled at them. It was hard. They were attached very tight, but soon black and white cloth lay in a heap. Soon weird looking cloth that was red joined. I felt so good. Then I realized I was trying to stand on two legs. I am a silly Bitch. I walk on four legs. It was so good being down on steady legs. I crawled over to Master and sat so he could stroke my head.
"Such a pretty Bitch. I was getting bored in my room. Just needed to have some fun. You are very sexy for a waitress. I have a feeling that as the evening progresses you will be going into heat my little Bitch." He reached down and caressed a nipple which elicited a whine of pleasure from Bitch. "Just listen to your singer and watch the fun. I think you have enough mind to know what is happening."