"Jenny, you only win if Rob agrees to be your office foot slave permanently!" Denise declares, her expression deadly serious.
You let out an almost hysterical laugh. "Wh-what? Her office slave...? You've said some crazy, stupid things before but this really takes the biscuit!" Looking across at Jenny, you're surprised to see that her expression doesn't match your incredulous one.
"I'm not talking to you, worm. This isn't anything that you get a fucking say in." Her harsh words wipe the disbelieving smirk from your face as you watch your redheaded friend with nervousness.
"What do you mean, exactly?" Jenny enquires, her arms folded.
"Well, Rob here - this complete waste of space - will basically devote his every working moment to serving your feet. He will be your personal foot stool: his face will soothe your feet while you work. He will service, clean, lick and worship your feet at your request. Basically, you're going to completely own him." Denise states calmly, the corners of her mouth twitching when she sees the evident horror in your eyes.
Jenny goes strangely quiet. The tension is just too much for you. "This is ridiculous. Jenny - don't listen to this bitch. Come on - we don't need her. We can..." Your voice trails off as Jenny gives you a half-smile and a shrug of her shoulders as if to indicate that she can't go with you right now. Turning to your boss, she clears her throat.
"So if I do that I'll get half of Rob's salary. Right?" she says, a conflicted expression on her face. You can't believe her! Is she seriously considering Denise's offer?! Part of you wants to get the hell out of there, but you stand there transfixed, as if witnessing a car crash.
"Yes. You will receive the money immediately. All you have to do is to get him to agree to being your foot slave," Denise says simply, reasonably almost! Her green eyes begin flashing with excitement, as if she knows that she's about to make your life a living hell!
"That sounds...interesting," Jenny says ominously.
Finally you manage to find your voice. "Look, I can't be-"
A warning glance from both women silences you before your blonde bitch of a new boss speaks. "Speak again, you worthless maggot, and I will reduce your pay to a quarter, and keep the rest of my money for myself," Denise adds this last part in quickly, to make it clear that Jenny won't suddenly be receiving more.
Jenny stares across at Denise, her expression still conflicted. You imagine she is mulling it all over. But how can she?! Does she seriously think that you will agree to such a deal?!
"Rob, just stay quiet while I speak to Denise," Jenny speaks calmly, with surprising authority. It's almost as if Denise making her such an offer has boosted her self-confidence.
"You've made a decision then?" Denise replies, barely able to contain her excitement...
Jenny nods before answering...
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