Chapter Twenty-Two
FOR THE NEXT two days, Karla worked at Mitch’s shop, answering phones, sorting and organizing files, and showing off the cups of her ass for their enjoyment. Wednesday, Mitch made her wear a skirt, and then they spent all day sending her up the ladder for things they didn’t need, just so they could peek up at her from below. Each time she went up the ladder, she found herself staying longer and stretching out more. She wasn’t sure which made her wetter, the fact that they sneaked peeks at her or the fact that Mitch grinned the entire time it was happening.
By the time she left Wednesday to get ready for her shift at Sand Dune, she dreaded leaving. Bartending was fun, but being around Mitch was better, so much so that even the drudgery of office work didn’t sour her moo
