That is NOT What Maids Are for

This house was way too big.

Kerry looked up at the two-story mansion in front of her in complete awe. She’d seen mansions before in movies and in manga and all that, but seeing one up-close in person really put into perspective how absolutely massive they were. And just how much work she was in for if she managed to pass her trial run today.

The short brunette anxiously smoothed her new maid uniform as she stepped up to the spotless steps to the front door. The man who’d done her interview yesterday had been very particular about her arriving in the uniform today. She didn’t mind it in the slightest, but she did have to wonder why he was so insistent on it. Although, considering all she knew about this job was that she was a maid and directly responsible for ‘Lady Cadence’s happiness and wellbeing’, one more little ‘why’ wasn’t exactly a big deal.

Kerry took a deep breath, straightened her back, and pushed the buzzer next to the door. Alright, Kerry, you’ve got this! They chose your resume, the head butler liked your interview, and you passed Cadence’s ‘preference’ test, whatever that meant. All you have to do now is NOT screw everything up like at your last two jobs! Double-check your paperwork, put extra elbow grease into the bathrooms, don’t hog the bathroom in the morning, and never, NEVER bend over in front of your boss, no matter how hot they are.

The thirsty seconds between Kerry pushing the buzzer and the door opening was just enough time for Kerry to start feeling sweat running down her back. It was the head butler from yesterday, a tall, stern-looking man with an impeccable goatee named William. He regarded Kerry for a moment, then nodded. “As I thought, a perfect fit.”

He stepped back to let Kerry in, who nervously obliged. Just like with the outside, the opulence of the foyer still took Kerry aback despite the fact that she’d been here for her interview yesterday. She shook her head. No more being surprised! You work here starting today, so get used to it so you can work efficiently!

William began to walk towards a side hall, his perfect shoes clicking against the granite below, and Kerry followed. As they walked, William said, “First off, you’ll be introduced to lady Cadence. Do try to make a good impression, Ms. Foster. Your employment here is entirely contingent on the lady enjoying your work, after all.”

‘Enjoying your work’? What was that supposed to mean? “I-I’ll do my best, Mr. Gray. Do you have any advice for me? Maybe you could tell me what Cad- uh, lady Cadence likes?”

William stopped next to a heavy oaken door. He turned around and gave Kerry a serious look. “Keep an open mind, Ms. Foster. An open mind and a heavy hand.”

Why did Kerry feel even more confused now than before she had asked?

William opened the door and beckoned for Kerry to enter. The first thing that hit her as she walked in was the overpowering smell. The scent of peppermint, lemon, and vanilla all assaulted her nose, making it difficult to breathe for a second. The next thing that hit her was how strangely plain the room was. It was an office. Sure, it was still bigger than the average office, but for a manor this size and of this majesty? The modern wooden floor, modestly sized desk, packed bookshelves, and economy lounge chairs were more of a shock than Kerry’s inability to properly breathe the air.

“What is it, William? I still have work to do before-” A strong voice came from behind the desk. A young woman looked up from a laptop, irritation dancing in her eyes until she noticed that it was a maid and not a butler that had just entered her office. She pursed her lips, then continued, “... Ah. I see that you’re early.”

Kerry’s heart hammered in her chest. Shiiiit. “I-I was always taught that it was better to arrive early than late. But if I’m too early, then I can come back-”

“No, no, it’s fine,” the woman sighed. She shut her laptop and glanced towards the door. Kerry gulped. Oh no. She’s hot. “William, go inform my brother that he won’t be getting his paperwork for that condo in Des Moines until tomorrow. And shut the door as you go.”

“Yes, my lady,” came William’s voice from behind Kerry, followed by a soft *click*.

The woman - almost assuredly Cadence, Kerry thought - gestured towards a stiff chair opposite her desk. “Have a seat, Kerry.”

Stiff-legged, Kerry made her way to the seat. She had already been nervous about this whole deal since it was so oddly shady and she really needed the job, but this woman… she seemed pleasant enough, but she exuded this aura of authority even as she just sat there, watching Kerry walk. The only person Kerry had ever felt this kind of pressure from was from her fifty-something-year-old cousin, who was a high judge. How did some rich girl half her cousin’s age have this kind of pressure?

As Kerry awkwardly sat down, Cadence folded her arms across her desk and began, “So, Kerry, I’m sure you have a lot of questions about what exactly you’ll be doing for me.”

Kerry nodded.

“Simply put, you will be my personal maid and assistant. You will be in charge of cleaning this office, my bedroom upstairs, my personal library, and one more room. While the chefs will be in charge of most of my meals, I may occasionally request that you either make something for me or quickly purchase it. The quality won’t matter so long as it isn’t vomit-inducing. You will assist me in keeping track of my schedule and keeping my physical documents organized. And you will also accompany and assist me during my times of… leisure.”

That little pause at the end was kind of weird, but other than that, everything seemed oddly normal. Heck, even the fact that her average cooking wouldn’t be a burden was better than expected. How could a job that paid this well with such average work be going to her and not some actual maid with years of experience? “Yes, I can do all that,” Kerry responded briskly.

Cadence sighed. “Well, we’ll see if that’s true or not. I hate wasting time, so let’s get this over with so we can stop wasting each other’s should you not be a good fit for the job.”

Kerry desperately wanted to ask what that was supposed to mean but didn’t get to say a word before Cadence stood up. God, she was tall. Kerry wasn’t exactly short at five-five, but Cadence had to be six-two, at least! Her long blonde hair, braided and pulled back behind her head, bounced against her back as she walked over to a door that Kerry hadn’t noticed before. It was painted similarly to the wall itself and was set naturally in-between the bookcases, almost making it feel camouflaged.

Cadence reached for the doorknob, then paused. She looked back at Kerry. “You did make sure to read the entirety of your contract, yes? You are aware that even if you decide to take advantage of the bail-out clause to quit your job with a full week’s pay, you still must adhere to the non-disclosure agreement?”

“Yes, I read the whole contract.” Which was true. Had Kerry understood what half of the contract meant? Absolutely not. But she understood what all those numbers after the dollar sign meant and she understood what the phrase ‘live-in maid’ meant, so she had signed anyway. She really hoped that she wouldn’t come to regret that decision.

“Good,” Cadence said. She turned the doorknob and pushed open the door. “Follow me then.”

Kerry stood up and tried to look into the new room, but it was too dim to see with the office’s bright lights. Well… Cadence didn’t seem like a serial killer who lured fresh-faced young maids away to harvest their flesh, so… she followed Cadence in.

As the door slid shut behind Kerry, she blinked her eyes to adjust to the dimmer light, and… oh. Oh, God. Oh lord, what the hell was this. It was a sex dungeon. There were shackles on the far wall, there was a padded table that looked like a chiropractor’s table but with a hole in the middle of it, there was a chair with straps on the arms and legs, and there were racks of straps, ropes, chains, funnels, tubes, pumps… wait, what were those last three doing here?

Ok… Ok, well… this… Ok, no, this- this was fine. This was fiiiine! Kerry could… she could work with this. It was fine! No problem! Actually, Cadence probably didn’t want to do anything with Kerry - this was just that last room that she was deliberately vague about that Kerry would need to clean! Yeah, that was it! Sure, it’ll be pretty gross, but Kerry had done worse before! And she probably wouldn’t even need to do it that often unless Cadence was a complete degenerate, right?

Cadence was watching Kerry closely. “Well… you’re taking this better than many of the new hires I’ve brought in here.”

Kerry painted a smile on her face and replied, “I can’t see why, haha.”

The corners of Cadence’s mouth twitched upwards. She continued, “This is the last room you’ll be in charge of cleaning. You’ll need to clean roughly once a week.”

Well, that wasn’t too often, so… nailed it! Kerry was the goddess of guessing.

“Of course, the cleaning will be done after I’ve rested and you’ve then assisted me to my room.”

A little weird, but nothing too out there. So long as -

“And you’ll need to change back into your uniform if I had you change before starting.”

Aaaand there’s the thing Kerry wasn’t hoping to hear. “Will… uh, will I be… doing things in here… with… uh, with…”

Cadence eyed Kerry wearily. “Don’t worry, your chastity is not at stake. I’m not trying to turn maids into prostitutes.”

Kerry looked around again at the assortment of ‘toys’ and ‘gear’. “Uh… then, excuse me for asking, but… what would I be doing in here that you would have me change clothes for?”

“The easiest way to explain this is just to show you,” Cadence responded shortly. Kerry, who was still in shock from this whole ordeal, just nodded.

Cadence walked towards the shackles, kicking off her heels and pulling her belt off as she did. Kerry had to admit that she really made her suit work. Now was also probably the wrong time to be checking out her boss's ass, no matter how good they looked in those pants. Or maybe it was the right time, them being in a sex dungeon and all? What the hell was even happening right now?

The tall blonde turned around and motioned for Kerry to come closer. In a haze, Kerry did so. Cadence took a key off of its holder and handed it to Kerry. “I assume you know what to do with this?”

Unfortunately, Kerry had a fairly good idea. She nodded.

“Good,” Cadence stated. She put a wrist into a shackle and, for whatever God-forsaken reason, Kerry followed along and locked the shackle. Oh hey, it was padded on the inside. Neat. She did the same with the other shackle. Cadence pulled on them a couple of times, then nodded. “Don’t unlock these until tonight unless you want me to forcefully invoke that bail-out clause for you.”

“Sure,” Kerry replied, still running on auto-pilot while her brain tried to catch up. “Now what?”

“There are two hoses attached to the wall down and to my right. Get the one on YOUR left.”

Kerry looked down and, sure enough, there were two hoses. They were long and smooth, and the left one had a leather strap fixed to it partway down. She picked it up. “Ok. What next?”

Cadence blew upwards, shooing a stray strand of hair out of her vision. “You’re going to take the lubricant from in the cabinet over there, lubricate the hose, and push it down my throat to the strap. You’ll strap it on, then turn the hose on halfway, and-”

Ok, Kerry's brain had finally caught up. “Wait, wait, wait, WAIT- what are you doing? What are you having me do? What is happening right now!?”

An impatient sigh came from Cadence as her shackles clacked together. “I told you, did I not? You will be assisting me with my ‘times of leisure’. As it so happens, I enjoy doing this, and it’s much more enjoyable with a helper. And as easy as it would be to hire a sex worker, my… preferences MUST remain private. And, as I’ve learned from my older sister’s mistakes, sex workers have been known to gossip. So-”

“So you’re having your maids do it instead?” Kerry interrupted, looking around. “Jesus, is this why a job like this isn’t being fought over? And why Mr. Gray was insistent that I match your ‘preferences’? Also, what exactly is this?” Kerry raised the hose and inspected it. It looked nice for a hose, she thought, but… “I am so confused right now.”

Cadence let out a second, much more exasperated sigh. “Yes, the job has been vacant for quite some time since many maids aren’t able to keep up with the job. And I don’t mean they’re not willing- most were willing to do this if it meant getting paid. But they did it sloppily, and they never followed instructions correctly. And as such, I haven’t been able to enjoy myself in quite some time. QUITE some time. I trust you understand what that means for a woman’s mood, Kerry dear?”

D-Dear? Why did that sound more ominous than any type of insult or slur? “Y-Yeah, I- uh, yeah, no, I-I get it. Uh… yeah.”

“So-” Cadence continued, eyes glinting. “-either shut up and follow my instructions TO THE LETTER or unshackle me and get out so that I can try to find someone who WILL.”

Well, uh… this… this was… WEIRD… but… Kerry REALLY needed this job… and it wasn’t like she was the one getting… well, whatever this was. So… “N-No, I-I’ll do it. Uh, here, get the lubricant-” Kerry scuttled over to the nearby cabinet and opened it. Well, damn. That was definitely the biggest container of lube Kerry had ever seen. She wiped the hose off with the towel that was also in there, then dipped it into the lube. She scuttled back over to Cadence, who had raised an eyebrow. “Ok, next, I-”

“You let me finish, is what you do.”

Kerry froze, a thin strand of lube snaking down her hand. She gave a small nod.

Cadence cleared her throat. “AFTER you insert the hose and turn it on, you will stand by until I’m finished. And ONLY after I’m finished, you will turn off the hose and remove it from my mouth.”

“Right, got it!” Kerry said. She started to move the hose towards Cadence’s waiting mouth, then stopped. “Uh… how will I tell when you’re… ‘done’?”

“You’ll know. And if you don’t, then you won’t have to.”

How was this woman so damn intimidating when SHE was the one chained to the wall!? Kerry gulped, then nodded.

Apparently satisfied, Cadence opened her mouth again. Kerry slowly put the hose in, then kept pushing as it slid smoothly down her throat. A small bulge appeared in Cadence’s throat as she began to swallow repeatedly, easily taking the hose in. Finally, the strap reached the edges of Cadence’s mouth. Kerry took the straps and clumsily pulled them around Cadence’s head. She struggled with the clasp for a moment but managed to get it and then took a step back.

The material that was attaching the strap to the hose perfectly covered Cadence’s mouth, preventing her from so much as breathing. Actually, with the hose down her throat and that thing over her mouth, could Cadence even breathe well? Just in case the answer was ‘no’, Kerry decided that hurrying up was probably a good idea.

She bent over and twisted the faucet about halfway, as instructed. Kerry wasn’t really sure what to expect but to be honest, the sound of running water was not at the top of her list, despite the fact that it was a literal faucet in the wall. After all, why would Cadence go to all this trouble just to drink some water?

Kerry stood up and smoothed out her dress, then looked at Cadence. It was harder to tell what exactly her new boss was thinking with her mouth completely covered, but from the way her eyes were closed and her breathing louder, Kerry guessed that she was probably enjoying… whatever this was. Well, she hadn't messed up yet. Now all she had to do was figure out what Cadence meant by being ‘done’.

As the new maid stood there, twiddling her thumbs, she kept a watchful eye on Cadence. And as she did, she noticed something. The tall blonde’s suit seemed to be… shifting. No, that wasn’t right. It was… getting tighter? Yeah, that was better. It was tightening. The buttons were growing further apart, and a whole other button had appeared as the shirt seemed to be riding up, the top gathering around her modestly-sized chest.

Kerry couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from what she was seeing. Cadence let out a soft grunt as her shirt suddenly shot up an extra inch. The inverted V of the dress shirt was now visible, along with a swath of pale skin. Round, tight pale skin. Kerry swallowed hard. Oh lord, that was her stomach. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. There was no way Cadence could’ve hid a baby bump underneath that well-fitting suit - not one of that size, anyways. That was all water. That was ALL water.

Another grunt and the shirt inched up again. The buttons were at their max, unwilling to go any further apart. More milky skin was invisible in between them now, though not as much as was being revealed below the shirt entirely. Kerry’s eyes were wide. Her face felt hot. What was this? What WAS this? Why was she doing this? What-

Cadence groaned and strained lightly against her shackles, the chains scraping against the wooden wall. Kerry started. Shit, what was she doing!? Dammit Kerry, you useless lesbian, get a grip! Your new boss is about to explode! Kerry started to bend down, going for the faucet, but as she did, she caught Cadence’s eyes. They were open now but she wasn’t looking at Kerry. She was staring up at the ceiling, eyes framed perfectly by red, blushing cheeks and sweat on her brow.

She… she wasn’t done? That definitely didn’t look like the face of someone who was done. Kerry curled and uncurled her fingers, inches away from the faucet. Cadence… Cadence had specifically said that Kerry would know when she was done, so since Kerry was having doubts, then that meant that she didn’t know… right? So she could just stand back and watch the tall, fit woman fill up with even more water… r-right?

Kerry slowly straightened up, eyes locked onto Cadence’s belly. The tall woman groaned again, louder this time, chains continuing to scrape away. Her stomach was almost visibly swelling, causing her shirt to slip further and further upwards. Her belly button was visible now, right at the apex of the shirt’s V.

Another groan, and then some soft moaning. Cadence squirmed in her shackles, her legs quivering. Her breathing was rapid, her eyes fixated on something beyond Kerry’s sight. Sweat was starting to drip down her body, giving her rounding belly an inviting sheen. The tops of her pants were being forced down now, her stomach expanding somewhat downwards as well as outwards.

Cadence’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, straining her already failing shirt even more. She pulled against the wall, her stomach quivering as much as her legs. Her moans were constant. She thrashed around for a moment and then her back arched. One long discordant note rumbled out of her covered mouth as her whole body seemed to shake. Then, after a few moments of silence, she sank down, letting the shackles support her whole weight.

Kerry stared at Cadence’s limp form for one second. Two. Three. Then- “Oh, FUCK-” Kerry dove for the faucet, almost forgetting which way to turn it for it to stop in her haste. She scrounged around in her uniform’s pocket for the key but stopped again. Cadence… right, she had said ‘not until night’. But… was she even… uh…

Hesitantly, Kerry stepped closer to the obscenely bloated woman. Seriously, her stomach was so big… like, seven-months pregnant big… uh, wait, stop! Stop that, Kerry! Bad! She slapped her cheeks, then gently put a hand on Cadence’s shoulder. “Uh… Ms. Cadence… are… are you… alive…?”

Cadence didn’t move for a second. Then, slowly, she looked up at Kerry. Her eyes were tired, but they still had a hint of annoyance in them as they flicked downwards at the hose. The hose! “Oh right! Sorry!” She sputtered as she reached around Cadence’s (now slightly frizzier) hair and fumbled with the clasp. She managed to undo it and grabbed the hose. She almost yanked it out, but… yeah, that was a bad idea. She quickly, but carefully, pulled it out.

When her mouth was finally completely free, Cadence coughed a couple of times and sniffed. “GOD, that was… haaaaaa,” she breathed. Her face screwed up for a moment, and then -

*UUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRPP!*

Kerry jumped. Jesus, was that a burp? Was it even possible to burp that loudly?

Cadence sighed contentedly. “You have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve been able to do this. Hell, the last maid stopped me barely after the gut started showing! What am I supposed to do with just that, huh?”

“R-Right… yeah, haha…” Kerry replied, gulping. She had been this close to blowing it earlier.

“God damn, I didn’t even have to do anything extra, I was so pent up,” Cadence went on, “Feel like I need a fuckin’ smoke - and I don’t even smoke.” She belched again, then looked up at Kerry. “So?”

Kerry blinked. “S-So… what?”

Cadence rolled her eyes. “So, are you going to stay on? You did well enough for your first time. You can practice with the straps later, and while forgetting to take out the hose wasn’t great, it wasn’t unforgivable. Overall, you’re the best maid so far by a long shot. So do you want to stay on even though you’ll be doing activities like this with me at least once a week?”

So… to summarize… Kerry was going to be getting paid big money and living in a high-end manor for cleaning a handful of rooms, doing some clerical work, and helping her sexy boss get off occasionally. Was it even a choice, really? “Oh yeah, no, I’m fine with that. Totally fine.”

“Good. Then go back to the cabinet and get the lotion. Stretch marks are hell and  I will not be having them.”

Kerry grabbed the lotion quickly. And for once, she used her brain and thought ahead. Boss woman’s hands chained up + wanting lotion on = Kerry needs to put the lotion on! Forward-thinking like that was sure to get her on Cadence’s good side! She opened up the tub and started rubbing the soothing-smelling goop onto Cadence’s solid orb of a belly.

“Ooooooh, yesssss,” Cadence hissed, her stomach muscles twitching underneath Kerry’s fingers. Kerry’s fingers barely even made an indent in Cadence’s skin as she rubbed. Heck, apart from how smooth it was, Cadence’s stomach felt more like a beach ball than a stomach.

Kerry spent the better part of fifteen minutes slathering Cadence’s gut with thick lotion. Cadence was panting again by the end of it, seeming weak in the knees once more. She stared at Kerry for a little bit as she put away the lotion, then said, “... I wasn’t planning on doing this today, but… I’m still a bit pent-up, it seems. Hah… so let’s see how much you’re really alright with this job…”

“Uh… y-yeah, alright,” Kerry responded. She… She wasn’t planning on putting the hose back in, was she…? No, there was no way - NO way. Right?

“Pick up the hose on the right this time.”

W-Well, it was a different hose, right? So it DEFINITELY wasn’t going in, right?

Kerry picked it up. On closer inspection, this one had a strange end that narrowed to a rounded point, as well as a strange bulb further down. Ha, this kinda reminded Kerry of-

Kerry looked between the strange hose and Cadence. Then she did it again. Different hose… the other was for the mouth… had a mouth attachment… so…

Oh. OH. Oh noooo.

“From the look on your face, it seems like you know where that’s going. Remove my pants but leave my underpants on. That’s more of a courtesy to you than anything. And make sure to use the lubricant.”

Kerry eyed Cadence’s already heavily swollen gut. She was going to pop. Kerry was going to pop her boss. If she put this up her boss’s tight, perky ass, her boss was going to f’ing POP.

But, also, it was either pop her boss or get fired. Easy choice. And with the bucket of lube, getting the hose past her boss’s panties and between her cheeks was also easy. Also-also, her ass looked even better without the suit - DAMMIT KERRY, STOP WITH THE ASS!

Cadence shifted her weight, adjusting to the feeling of the hose, then said, “Alright, now again, follow my instructions to the letter. Turn the faucet a quarter of the way, then stay down there and listen for me. You’ll need to turn the faucet exactly as I tell you to.”

“Y-Yeah, ok.”

Cadence sighed. “You inspire such confidence, Kerry. Now get to it.”

Kerry did as instructed. She stopped breathing in suspense as she carefully twisted the faucet. The water began running. Kerry knew exactly when the water reached Cadence as the tall woman gasped and bit her lip.

“Ok, now turn it up another quarter!”

Wha- no, no rational thinking! Do it or no awesome job, Kerry! DO THE THING!

The sound of water rushing into Cadence intensified and the bloated woman moaned loudly. She started squirming in place almost immediately, pulling against her chains. She began panting, then sharply sucked in some air. Her gut seemed to be pushing upwards almost, the top of her belly becoming more flat than round as her lower belly pushed out further and further.

“F-Faster! More!”

Boss knows best. Kerry didn’t even hesitate as she twisted the faucet further.

The flow was even faster now than it had been in the first round. Cadence’s stomach was visibly swelling before Kerry’s very eyes, growing ever tighter. Cadence was fully pulling against her bonds, her back spasming as her moans turned to yelps. Her legs shook violently, and her clothes were drenched with sweat.

“MORE! ALL THE WAY! DO IT!” Cadence ordered, her voice still managing to be forceful even as it quivered.

The hose itself seemed to tremble as Kerry turned the faucet until it wouldn’t anymore. Cadence cried out as her stomach notably ballooned outwards. She stopped thrashing in her shackles as her legs gave out, leaving her hanging by her arms. She cried out again as her stomach surpassed a twin pregnancy, her eyes going cross.

“AAH- AAAAH- AAAAAAH- AAAAAAAAAH~!”

Cadence let out one last yell as her body grew rigid, then she slumped down once again. Her stomach was the only part of her body still moving, spasming and expanding ever-

FUUUUCK - NOT AGAIN!

Kerry hurriedly shut off the faucet, making extra sure it was all the way closed, before scooting over to Cadence’s side. She went to pull out the hose, but… Cadence hadn’t told her to. Kerry was getting it!

The slightly concerned maid shuffled around the limp woman. She squatted down in front of her and looked up. Cadence’s face was a mask of pure ecstasy, her eyes shut, her cheeks red, and a small tendril of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth. Her chest was still rising and falling, which meant she was alive - which was good. Her stomach muscles were practically throbbing from how overtaxed they were (which definitely wasn’t healthy) and Kerry could hear some angry gurgling even without putting her ear to that giant belly, which made her wonder how loud it’d be if she- NOPE, not happening. And she seemed to be leaking. Was the hose not keeping the water in good en- ah. That wasn’t water. Right.

“Uh… Ms. Cadence…?” Kerry started, but when Cadence didn’t even twitch at her voice, Kerry decided that she probably didn’t want to be disturbed right now. She stood up and gave another look around the room. Now that she’d seen exactly what Cadence was into, some of the random things were making sense. Pumps for air, tubes for… tube things, funnels for… funnel things. Yeah, it all totally made sense now! The table with the hole in it was for laying face-down and… wow, what a weirdly niche table. Or was this fetish actually pretty common and Kerry was just sheltered? It wouldn’t be the first time.

Kerry walked over and sat down on the edge of the weird stomach-hole table. She had done pretty well, right? She’d done exactly as asked and hadn't seemed put off by anything. Actually, honestly, she wasn’t put off at all. If anything, she…

NOOOPE. Do NOT go there, Kerry brain. NO. BAD brain. BAD. She was NOT going to get fired again for that kind of stuff. Nope, nope, NOPE! Stay OFF of the boss, you sensual little shit!

She sighed and laid down on the table. Well, whether or not she had done well enough to be fully hired, she would still have to wait for Cadence to wake up from her… pleasure-coma? Was that a thing? Whatever. All she had to do was wait for the results and NOT think about her hot boss, shackled,  bloated, and turned on against the wall not six feet from her. Easy. Super easy.

It was so easy that it was, in fact, boring, so Kerry decided not to do the not-thinking thing and instead thought about it a lot. Which was fine. Thinking was totally fine. Totally and completely… fine.