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constantly readjusting, and all the readjustments were making me hot. I had to keep touching my nipples, pulling at my panties and sliding the soft lace against my clit. The panties Lilah had chosen were sheer and white, and the slightest breeze was enough to make me tremble with desire, feeling like the gentle fingertips of a lover on my most private area.
    In the afternoon, I was no longer able to work without an eyewitness. I came into a study where Lilah lounged, and, with my hands full of cleaning supplies, I quickly tried to excuse myself.
    “I’m sorry, ma’am,” I said. “I’ll just take care of this later.”
    “No,” she said, sitting up. “You’ll do it now.”
    From the look in her eyes, she clearly liked the way I looked. I couldn’t help but like the way she looked. Her outfit from the day before had, in some ways, flipped—now she wore a tight leather top, a zipper straining under the weight of her enormous breasts, with a small red skirt showing off the long lines of her tanned legs and bright red heels adorning her feet.
    “Now, ma’am?”
    “Yes,” she said, that predatory smile returning. “I’m not satisfied with the level of cleanliness in this place, you understand? It’s not up to my standards, yet.”
    “Standards?”
    “Yes. You know, those things you have to keep up with, or else your job is in jeopardy?”
    “O-oh,” I bumbled with the cleaning supplies. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. I’ll take care of it right away.”
    Straight back to that again. Even if she wasn’t powerfully sexual, and easily capable of dominating my confused lustful ambitions, she also completely controlled my future. Her, and her husband. Fear and anticipation followed me around like old friends, knowing they were waiting for me.
    Lilah pointed me to the desk where had her books gathered, ordering me to wipe the surface clean. As I did, she examined my cleavage—the way her tiny outfit had it pressing out and up. Beads of sweat accumulated, sliding slowly down my neck. The room was very cool. It was Lilah who made me hot.
    I felt humiliated. I felt turned on. I was the object of her desire.
    “There’s a spot, there,” she pointed. “Under the desk, there.”
    I cleaned that as well, bending down farther—and her eyes stayed on me.
    This went on for a good several minutes. More and more, every spot she picked out was lower, lower, lower, until I was on my knees. And once there, she had more low spots—the corners between the bookcases, the spot behind the trash can. I didn’t even bother to get up anymore, simple crawling from one spot to the next. She seemed to have great fun with this, drinking her little glass of brandy and massaging her nipples.
    Finally, she put her heel on my tight young ass, digging the stiletto edge of it into my flesh.
    “Stay just like that,” she ordered.
    I looked back, and saw that she was fingering her pussy on the desk. There was no shame to her. She wanted me to watch her stroking her body—she wanted me to know that she got off on making me do what she said.
    “Don’t move,” she said, her breaths getting fast. “Don’t do anything. You’re perfect like that. A good girl. Such a good girl.”
    On the floor, I could do nothing to whimper. If she hadn’t ordered me explicitly not to move, I may have started to touch myself as well. But I had to follow orders. I just had to. I wouldn’t be a good girl if I didn’t.
    And so, I watched her, my blond hair brushing against the very clean floor, as her motions around her panties increased. Faster and faster, her head sinking back into a blissful, relaxed smile.
    “Oh yes,” she moaned. “That’s it. Such a good girl. So good. So good...”
    Her orgasm was a loud moan thrumming through the study.
    “Go on,” she said, after calming down for a moment. “Go on then. A good girl continues her duty.”
    I didn’t know what else to do. I obeyed and returned to cleaning.
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    T hat evening, Mister