“Live there? A month?” Lacy whined.
“Maybe more. You just signed a deal for six.”
Lacy gasped, swallowed and got up from the chair. Her face was hot. She needed to get away from this b***h, now.
“Oh, and Lacy,” Caroline added. “Your apartment rent and utilities will be taken care of. It’s the least we can do. Goodbye, Lacy, and have a good day,” Caroline waved her to the door and turned back to the work on her desk.
Without any warning, the blows came again, this time to her breasts that hung outward and down, away from her chest, a factor caused by Lacy’s position on the movable metal frame that held her strapped in a spread-eagle pose. There were straps around her neck, above and below her t**s, at her waist and at the top of each thigh. The ankle and wrist straps were heavier and fu
