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company that Mrs. Southland is president of?”
    I listened and I really liked Harriet’s answer because I was certain that a know-it-all bitch like Mrs. Southland wouldn’t be able to keep from taking advantage of a loose structure like I knew that company had. A thrill shot through me and I smiled to myself.
    “Harriet,” I said, “I going to need you to place me there as an office temp as soon as you can.”
    It was going to be a little trickier since she had seen my face but I had no doubt that in a few weeks Miss Haughtiness would be here at my feet. Maybe I could even let Margret help me. God I loved my work!
     
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    My Best Friend’s Daughter – Chapter 1
     
    I was surprised when the doorbell rang. I had been living alone since my husband died six years before and rarely got visitors. In fact, I had been holed up alone in my house for the past three weeks. My last trip out had been to the funeral of my best friend who had died of cancer and she had left a hole in my life. When I opened the door my friend’s twenty-three year old daughter was standing there with a canary-cat like smile on her face. I never liked the little bitch and had barely spoken to her at the funeral. I didn’t have a clue why see might be here but my instinct told me it wasn’t going to be good.
    “Hello, Mrs. Johnson,” she said in a softly smirking tone, “or perhaps I should call you Kimmy now?”
    “Uh…, hi, Sara,” I stuttered, feeling a sharp twinge between my legs at her use of my pet name, “I’m sorry about your mom.”
    “Oh I’m sure you are, Kimmy, I’m sure you are.”
    “Sara,” I said sharply, “what’s this all about?”
    “I have something to show you, Kimmy,” she said, holding up what looked like a homemade DVD. “I think you are going to be very interested.”
    A faint shadow of fear curled into my mind. Her mother and I had shared some special moments but they had been private. Surely her daughter didn’t know. I stepped out of the way and waved her inside, then followed her to the living room where she put the DVD in the player and sat down on the couch.
    The scene that came up on the screen caused an instant burning pain in my stomach. It was a very clear shot of me, naked, collared and on my knees eating her mother’s pussy. She was holding a leash to keep my face buried in her snatch and spurring me on with a riding crop. I stepped to the player and ejected the DVD.
    “You can have that one,” Sara said smugly, “I have more copies.”
    “What do you want?” I demanded.
    “You.”
    I looked at her blankly, while the burn in my stomach started a war with the tingling between my legs.
    “Goddamit,” I thought, “her fucking mother promised me that she had destroyed all of the videos. Shit!”
    “Cat got your tongue?” she asked sweetly.
    “Sara, I can explain…” I said weakly.
    “I think the video speaks for itself, don’t you, Kimmy?”
    “Sara, it’s not what you think…” I started.
    “Kimmy, it’s clear that you were my mother’s slave and now you’re mine. I inherited you, just like her house, her car, her portfolio…”
    “You’ve got it wrong, Sara,” I explained, “it was a game we played. It was just an exciting game that we both enjoyed.”
    “Did you think that once she died you wouldn’t be a slave anymore?” she chided and slapped down what looked like a copy of the stupid contract I had signed.
    “Sara, I wasn’t your mother’s slave. It was a game we played,” I pleaded.
    “Kimmy, take off your clothes,” she said.
    “Sara, this has gone far enough,” I blustered, “I want you to leave right now.”
    “You will address me as Miss Simmons from now on,” she said, as if she hadn’t heard me, “and I told you to strip!”
    “Sara!”
    She jumped up from the couch and slapped me hard across the face. I was furious with rage but my body was betraying me. It liked the thrill of what was happening.
    “Kimmy,” she said, “I have