Bitch Maker Part 1

"Oh hey Tim. You think you could knock?" Sammie lay down the pillow and sat on the couch, or tried to, she was still quite drunk and missed the couch, landing on her ass. "Ouch! You see what you made me do!?"

Tim got up, "Um, sorry. You didn't answer the door so I came in."

"You came in huh? How nice." Sammie started to pull herself up on the couch, but it seemed so hard, and the floor was so comfy... so she lay back with her pillow.

"Well, I knew you were home, and I wanted to ask you a favor."

"Great! A favor, what is it?"

"Could I like, stay here for a while?" Tim pleaded, pretty pathetically.

"Huh?" Sammie stared at him.

"I lost my apartment." Tim said, starring at the floor.

"Well, where was the last place you put it?" Sammie asked.

"I didn't lose it you damn drunk! I have to move out cause I can't afford the rent!"

Money signs floated in front of Sammie's eyes, "Well, so long as you pay rent here."

"Well, I don't really have any money."

Sammie frowned, and thought. She wanted to help, but for nothing? Then a brilliant thought! "You can be my maid!"

Tim smiled, "You bet, I clean everything thoroughly."

Sammie smiled, "You have to be my sexual servant as well of course."

Tim laughed, thinking she was joking, "Well, to be a sex toy for a pretty lady like you is a plus."

Sammie giggled, in her addled state of mind it did indeed seem perfectly reasonable. "Good, you should know though that I'm a harsh master, with freaky sexual desires."

"Just don't hurt me to badly."

Sammie, sat up and patted the couch. Tim wondered how far she was going to take this joke, but said nothing, sitting on the couch. Sammie reached for his crouch.

"HEY THERE! What are you doing?" Tim scooted back on the couch.

Sammie stared coldly up at him, "It's be my plaything or leave, I'm not joking."