“Like, I guess I could use, like, a manservant.” The blonde comments while popping her gum. “If nothing else he can carry my bags the next time I go shopping!” You just manage to keep the frown off your face. Being a porter to a valley girl doesn’t sound like fun but considering the alternative...

You adjust your towel and square your shoulders, determined to make the best of the situation. Beside her judging by the way her short shorts hug her curves this won’t be all bad.

The girls quickly make arrangements before your told to follow your mistress to your new room. It’s decorated much like you’d expect, designer cloths hung in the closet and fluffy plush toys arrayed about the room. Dominating it is a queen sized bed done in pink. “That’s like, my bed. You get to sleep there.” She points at an oversized bean bag with a blanket draped over it. “Like, obviously you stay off my bed unless told.” She flops on her own bed, and crossed her legs. “Now, like, come here so I can, like, get a look at you.”

You obey, moving to stand before her. As you do so something nags at your consciousness. Something about the room not seeming to fit what you’ve seen of her. Your distracted briefly when she yanks your towel off, exposing you to her scrutinizing gaze. “Meh, not bad but I’ve seen better.” You try not to wince at her judgment of your manhood, and instead focus on the rest of the room.

And that’s when it hits you. There are a number of texts books squirreled away, almost out of sight. A quick read of the titles sends your eyebrows up. Titles like ‘Theoretical mathematics, Quantum physics, String Theory and worm holes.’ You blink and realize she asked you a question.

“I’m sorry mistress what did you say?”

She huffs and folds her arms under her generous chest. “I said, my names Ashley, what’s yours?”

“Jeff Dryden, Mistress Ashley.” Trying not to gawk at her text books.

She nods and follows your gaze, before looking upon you with an amused smile. “Heh, just cause I, like, to shop and look pretty, doesn’t mean I don’t, like, have a brain, Jeff.” She eyes you critically. “Though you, like, get points for being observant.” She admits and leans back on her bed. “Now I’m hungry…” she stretches her arms over her head. “But I’ll, like, give you a chance to avoid being my supper.” She sretches her arms over her head. “You can go out and grab me a nice girl to eat or…” she pats her belly. “You can volunteer to be my meal.”

You look down at your nakedness and she laughs. “Right, like, your cloths are in the common room so if you like decide to bring me a meal you’ll have to go down there to get dressed.” Her eyes sparkle with amusement as your heart sinks. “And, like, right now should be when, like, the girls are getting together for, like, the afternoons chat session.” Your heart hits rock bottom, you are not ready to face the rest of ABA buck naked. On the other hand it’ll mean you can find someone else, possible another recruit to satisfy your mistress.

“Now if you, like, volunteer to be my meal, like, tomorrow I’ll treat you to a nice fresh recruit and if your good…” she smiles and wiggles her hips. “I’ll, like, let you touch me, everywhere.”

You purse your lips, what to do.