Chapter Thirty
Two weeks had passed since Slut54’s weekend with Long John, and though still troubled by her easy surrender to Claude, at least her bruises and abrasions had healed. “What do you mean we are not going to the store today?” She shouted when Randy broke the news. “We’ve got to go.”
“Peg Leg has hired summer help, and you’re not needed,” challenged Randy, recalling Peg Leg’s latest text message.
“It is my f*****g liquor store. I’m in charge, not Peg Leg Crane,” fumed the former Mrs. Robin Miranda, real-time s*x slave to her Master’s wishes.
“You don’t have time to manage the store, Ma’am, what with the clinic visits, the trips to the salon, your workouts with Albert Bacabal and your other responsibilities.”
“It is my store.”
Slut54 stomped away, and then later seated at th
