I won’t have you getting into fights with the clientele.”
Laura nodded mutely. “It’s a decoration,” Laura replied. Porn She focused on smiling delightedly at the customers as they complimented and occasionally squeezed her milkbags, and not instead bursting into tears at the constant humiliation of her life and the continual pain in her chained rapemelons. She felt like crying. ===
When Erica arrived, Laura hurriedout to meet her, and they drove home in silence. “Your boyfriend, I’ll bet,” said Kelly, and Laura said nothing. Laura was introduced to the bartenders – tonight, a blonde named Kelly and a brunette named Tania, both of them with large fake breasts – and she was told how to greet the customers. Laura wanted to say she wasn’t a bitch, but starting an argument wasn’t a way to start a new job, and she needed this job.
