He awoke early the next morning and set about preparing breakfast for their guest, who gave him a dubious look as he entered the kitchen.
"Where's your slut? Don't tell me you're her personal chef and maid as well?"
He cracked another egg into the pan, crushing the shell to smithereens in his hand before responding.
"I drug her at night, I prefer not having to shackle her to the bed. Besides, she doesn't cook. Completely hopeless at it, even when I punished her for lack of effort. Your boss should have vetted her profile more thoroughly before putting her on the market. Hence the need for another girl, one who can fulfill some of my other basic needs as well."
The guest nodded his understanding.
"As we discussed last night that is something my boss will take into consideration. Providing, of course, the necessary funds are in place for an additional investment."
He flipped the egg onto a plate, belatedly wondering if he could have laced the eggs with cyanide. Unfortunately he needed this lackey alive if he was going to take a message back to his boss.
"I assure you funds are not an issue. They are already in place. I will send your boss the necessary details as soon as I have his response."
After the men finished their shared meal they rose from the table and at the guest's request made their way toward the master bedroom where the girl lay sleeping, curled up under a blanket in the middle of the bed. Her master pulled the blanket from her body, leaving her naked and helpless before the two men.
"You could take her now, obviously she's in no condition to stop you."
The baiting was becoming ridiculous, it was well past time to show their guest to the door.
"I assure you when I do finally decide to claim her sexually she will be wide awake and able to feel every last thrust. The weather looks to be getting worse so you really should be on your way. Please send your boss my regards and pass on my request. I will look forward to hearing from him some time soon."
Finally the door was closed and locked and he could breathe freely. He moved back to the bedroom and looked over the girl sleeping peacefully. She was so enticing lying there, asleep and blissfully silent, that he couldn't resist running his hands over her body, softly stroking her hair before reluctantly pulling himself away. He groaned in frustration and headed to the bathroom for yet another cold shower.
He was sitting at his computer working when she began to stir, finally sitting up and drawing her fingers through her tangled hair.
"It's about time, I thought you were going to sleep the day away. Our guest has been sent on his way, so it's time for our discussion. You have ten minutes to get ready and meet me in the living room. Wear something sexy and don't dally, I am timing you. Don't push it."
She stared at him in confusion, uncertain why she would need something sexy if they were alone again but he didn't offer an explanation, simply turning away and leaving her to dig through the dresser.
When it came to sensuality the selection left much to be desired, aside from only mildly provocative underwear her choices consisted primarily of sweatsuits and tee shirts. She pulled out a racier pair of underpants but after that was at a complete loss. Finally she settled on the lone pair of tight fitting jeans and then headed to the closet to raid his clothes, finding a button down shirt that didn't drowned her completely and tying a knot to the side. If he wanted something sexier than that there was shopping to be done. Realizing her time was almost gone she quickly ran a brush through her hair and pulled it into a side ponytail. With only a minute to spare she headed for the living room.
He sat on the couch with a chilled cup in his hand and tossed a throw pillow down at his feet. When she knelt without further prompting he offered her the straw and she took a sip of what appeared to be a smoothie, though she puckered her lips in response to a bitter aftertaste.
"It's laced with gin and you are going to drink it all. I want you slightly buzzed, it will make the conversation more interesting. Now drink!"
There really wasn't that much alcohol in the drink and even though he knew it was her first time consuming any alcohol at all it would be unlikely to cause any level of drunkenness. He was counting on the placebo effect. She looked at him as if considering beginning an argument but seeing the sterness in his gaze she thought better of it. Without further delay she drained the cup, then sat back on her heels awaiting his next command.
"Listen closely Hannah, because I am only going to say this once. You are not a lost cause, a wasted effort, or the problem child you make yourself out to be and I am not going to tolerate your charade a minute longer.
