Thread: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & Zero_Kyrael)

RE Keep telling yourself, It's for the money... PsionicCuttlefish ... I saw something in his face as I told him about my limited encounters. I was certain of it he had let a grin about something. If he had even the slightest reaction shown it must have been something I said. Was it the story or something else. I couldn't quite put my finger on it wondering if that slight shift was in excitement over her experience or perhaps something else. I stared harder and harder wondering if I had just imagined his reaction all together as he stayed so calm and orderly and I saw no signs of the change again as I completed my tale. Still the thought of that grin made my hair stand on end. I swallowed a bit loudly lightly pawing at my tail as he continued on. It was crazy as he spoke reminding me again of his confidence. Anyone one else saying those words I am certain I would have laughed and shrugged them off, but the tone and air of confidence made me listen to each word. I found myself looking down as the confidence continued to all of his words. Hearing him talk about my worth and proper place I should have immediately shrugged off. I didn't know him, but he spoke with such authority for a moment I felt myself question if he was right about my place. I tugged my tail harshly wincing at the pain, but it broke me out of my momentary doubt of myself. I look back to him now staring at me smiling at me... or rather at my breasts it seemed. This smile was different than the one I thought I glimpsed from before. This one was him letting me know he was staring and he didn't care. I don't get a chance to think to long on it as one eye twitched again from hearing myself called Tabby. In this situation I was not surprised he called me a slut, and it phased me less, but Tabby just touched on something in the back of my mind. I couldn't hear it without twitching with annoyance. His hand slide behind my neck and slowly guided me further into the mansion. I could feel his paw pads from the underside of his hand pressed to the back of my neck giving me goosebumps. His hands felt strong and I knew his grip would match. To my surprise we ended up in the kitchen. I looked around curiously feeling a bit more relaxed for a moment thinking it was time to talk about her cooking and cleaning duties. I half jumped as I hear a loud crack as turn to see my suitcase put on the counter and his sudden demand. Yes, Master. I say quietly. I could do this with no problem I thought to myself feeling a bit of confidence from a task that would be less taxing than any so far. Just wants to see me like I am in a bathing suit. No problem I can do this. Yea this I can do! With the solid feeling of confidence I crossed my arms and slowly slide the orange blouse free only getting it stuck under my breasts for a few moments. My breasts bounced several times as the shirt popped free of them. I folded the shirt setting it down before sliding the zipper off the side of my skirt and shake my hips slightly to the left and right as I tug it down to the floor before stepping out of it and folding it on top of my shirt. I felt a short collapse in my confidence wishing I had not worn a thong and bra that matched my natural skin stripes. I felt a flare of warmth cross my cheekbones, but quickly repressed it as I walk towards him the only sound in the room is my paws crossing the cold floor. I hold my clothes out in front of me for him to take as I shiver this time purely from the slight chill.