> A Bizzare Adventure in Pet(Sit)ting > by ColossalGX > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > How to tame a Tigress > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was always cold and dark within his quarters, this small room he was now sitting in. He was lead to accept that for someone like him, such luxuries such as light and heating are a waste of resources. This was the life poor Star Tracker had stumble into, all because he was careless. But how did this unfortunate young man get caught in this sort of situation? Well, for his story, it all started with an interview… Flashback… He was called to a large mansion, and was now standing in front of a certain door, being kept at bay by anxiety. His employer was supposed to be very powerful and he considered himself lucky to even caught their eye. He ran practices through his mind to make sure he doesn’t screw up on making a first impression. Who knows when he’ll get another interview… Fairly certain he got the right idea on what to do, he pushed away his anxiety and knocked on the door, and after being given the go-ahead from the other side, he opened the door and entered the office. Her office… Or was he in her office? He didn’t know anyone who kept a king-sized four-postered bed in. He must’ve got the wrong room and was about to apologize and see himself out… “Are you the job applicant or aren’t you?” said an inpatient tone from behind the dark veils covering the bed, “Climb in and let’s get it over with.” Finding this stranger by the moment, Star willed himself over to the bed and climbed in through the veil. What awaited him inside stole his breath away… Lying against the pillows and poster board on the other end, bathed in the dim overhead light, with short, violet locks that curled out in just the right style, was none other than Spoiled Rich, the matriarch of the Rich Family. This mature woman was had her cheek resting in a propped hand, wearing nothing but a set of expensive and nigh-revealing purple lingerie that seemed to fit like a second skin. As she was curled up in a pose more fitting of a self-righteous feline, her semi-folded legs allowed Star a view of her silk-covered derriere; a milf fanatic's dream of a large, apple-shaped bottom, with that silk material failing to cover the skin the more it traveled down to her crotch, which was hidden from view by her ankles. That bra seemed to be a size or two too small as it barely contained those large breasts of hers that were squeezed against it. All of a sudden Star imagined that bra snapping apart and leaving Spoiled’s chest bare; and that cold expression would never change. For some reason he couldn’t imagine any sort of shocked and surprised expression coming from her; just that same condescending look in either fantasy or reality. “Did I say you can stop?” snapped Spoiled, who never took her glare off of him, “Get over here so we can have a proper interaction.” Afraid of the alternative, Star began crawling across the mattress towards this woman, unable to pull away from her glare. He was made to drink in those soul-piercing turquoise pupils and violet eyeshadow. Combined with that permanent scowl, Star just couldn’t help but see himself as nothing more than a tiny mouse, fully willing to be devoured by this royalty's pet cat licking her chops. Star was suddenly pulled forward, forgetting completely that he was within arm’s length and was grabbed by his collar, forced to stare Ms. Spoiled directly in the eye, unable to look away or close his eyes, “You’re too slow,” she said in a quiet snarl, before the world around Star spun and he suddenly found himself lying on this back, his wrists and ankles being pinned down by a pair if hands and feet, and facing Spoiled herself who was holding him down, “Now listen here. Not everyone is lucky enough to stumble into a situation like this; much less with a beautiful woman like me. The least you can do is appreciate that I decided to allow someone like you within my presence. That means paying attention and following my orders. Understood?” Star could only nod, “Good. Now, do you know why you were called here?” Star nodded again, which came as a bad sign when Spoiled's scowl tightened, “Are you going to tell me why you’re here?” Star tried to answer as quickly as possible, but it came in an embarrassing amount of stuttering as the answer was being processed, “I-i-t-t-t was p-pets-s-s-sitting...” That answer seemed to cause Ms. Spoiled's scowl to slacked, as well as her grip on Star. Instead, she straddled him in the most strangest of ways, by locking his hips between her ankles and her arms supporting the rest of her as she was arching her back to keep her piercing glare at him, “That’s the official…or rather…public job title…” she reached out with one of her arms, which resulted in her folding in the other one to press her plump body against his, and brushed the back of her hand against his cheek. Star stood rigid letting her do as she pleased with him, his eyes locked with hers. It was a few moments after when her caress changed, replacing her fingers with her nails, softly raking them instead. Star felt the points of each in in the process, and couldn’t help but wonder how sharp they could be. That ended when he felt Ms. Spoiled pull herself away, was suddenly struck with the same backhand. Star’s eyes found his way back to Spoiled’s after the backlash, and became somewhat…frightened, when he saw her eyes, though creased only in the slightest, burning with anger, “You should never call a woman of my status some mere ‘pet',” nothing he could say could be a proper response rather than the insulting ‘what are you talking about?’. Ms. Spoiled leaned in closer, and whispered into his ear something that Star could have sworn had doomed him, “I required an escort to embrace me for the night. This ‘Petsitting' position was only a half-truth,” her words blew in a way that sent tingles through Star. He hand to somehow pull his groin away from Ms. Spoiled’s contact in fear of offending her. And the challenge was made more difficult when she switched over to his other ear and continued whispering, “As long as my husband is away on business, I require…intimate contact. This ‘interview’ is to determine whether or not you’re worthy of such a privilege,” she then switched back over to the previous ear, “The true reason this was called ‘Petsitting’ is because this job requires you to give me special attention with a certain touch. Let me give you a taste of what to expect…” Ms. Spoiled then pulled back and sat upright. The eye contact remained to ensure she had Star’s full and undivided attention for what she was about to do. And what she did, surely entranced poor Star Tracker. Ms. Spoiled took a loosely-clenched fist to her lips, and ran her tongue across it; slowly, and carefully. After a few slow, long licks, she brushed the side of her face lightly with said fist. She had that side’s eye closed but kept Star held with the other one. When she was done, she parted her lips, and what came out had put all the pieces together as to what she wanted. “Meow.” That one honey-covered word said it all for Star Tracker: Spoiled Rich was a pet-play fanatic. Folding herself back into her catlike straddle position, she reached back over to whisper into his ear, “But don’t misunderstand the circumstances. I will not have you treat me, belittle me with childish praise like you would some domesticated house pet,” she then switched to his other ear, “You will give me the proper respect truly fitting of the jungle queen. I will not be tamed by the like of you, as you will always be a rat compared to me. I suggest you do well to remember that when doing your job,” she pulled back, but only to face Star, noses barely touching when she kept her gaze attached to his, “Do you understand?” Star gave a quick nod to please his queen, “Good. Now then…show me how you would treat a queen,” with that, she crawled off of Star, who watched her as she did so using only her hands and feet, not her arms and knees, and lay against her front with her back and buttocks exposed, resting her chin on top of her folded arms while doing so. “I-is there anything you prefer I do? Or some places I shouldn’t touch…?” Star made sure to address his Queen with a lesser tone than her, and was careful to not speak out of turn. Of course, there was one oversight he realized that he instantly corrected, “M-my Queen!” Without looking back, she replied, “You are permitted to do what comes naturally…for the time being. We will see after.” Think, Star. What would a lovely lady like Ms. Spoiled enjoy from a gentleman? Then it came to him. So, he climbed on top of her. And, keeping the 'gentleman' part in mind, he was very careful to keep his weight off of her. He then put his hands to work on giving her a massage. Not wanting to make the mistake of putting a bruise on this beautiful woman, he started by lightly, very lightly pressing into her skin, beginning with her shoulders. If that made any reaction on her part, he wouldn’t had noticed. So he pressed just a little bit harder, “Please, my queen, tell me if I’m doing it how you like it,” followed quickly by, “I would like to, uh, know how to…um…give them what they like…” that last part was for lack of a more decent term, his mind being too distracted by the beauty of this duchess and the work needed to be done to please her. “In that case…” the Queen said, just a hint of breathlessness detected in her tone, “You could do it just a little harder,” Star obeyed, and added a small modicum of strength to his hands. He could have sworn he heard a small grunt that came from Ms. Spoiled. If it did, that would mean he was doing something right, “And if you really want to impress me then do something about your damned breathing! I’m expecting to be treated by a man, not a mongrel!” only when mentioned, Star just then noticed how loudly he was breathing! He completely forgot about that! And he attempted to fix that by closing the gap of his mouth to a small purse, hoping the breathing would be more quieter that way. He had already knew better than to breath through his nose, to avoid offending Ms. Spoiled with such an annoying whistle that would make. A tiny moan may have come from Spoiled before saying, “Improved. I may have had a bit more respect for you if you had just started like this. Now, if you were any kind of masseur, you’d know better than to keep you hands on one place too long.” “Oh…!” Star quickly took his hand off. True, he was never a massage professional, but surely Ms. Spoiled would accept no excuse. This is a woman who expects the best; so he should at least pretend he knows what he’s doing. So he went back to work, pressing his finger again into Ms. Spoiled. And like she advised, he didn’t stay in one place too long. From lightly on her collarbone to down on her calves, he kneaded her flesh like it were clay; because as his hands traveled across her body, he found something very interesting: despite her plump build, her body is made of much less fat and more muscle. What’s more, he could tell what he’s doing was right, because of the way Ms. Spoiled would sigh quietly… …No. It wasn’t quite like any sigh Star’s familiar with, or more likely, thought he’d be familiar with. The way Ms. Spoiled was sighing seemed to…the sound seemed to have more of a, say, ripple in it; like the sound itself was echoing all at once. Then it hit him. This sound is unique yet he could easily guess the style: it was a purr. What he’s doing to Ms. Spoiled was causing her to ‘purr’! It made sense in a strange way when he recounted what she told him of her ‘preference’. Before he knew it, that sigh had somewhat upgraded into a moan, making her purring that much more noticeable; but not just that, but also more frequent. While before it was more calm and naturally paced, the purring was now frantic and rapid-fire. She’s playing the role of a cat very well, and seemed to enjoy it, thanks to the treatment she’s been given, no doubt. It was then when Star decided to try something new, so pulled his fingers away, which eventually caused Spoiled’s purr to revert back into a quiet sigh. “Who told you to stop, mongrel?” Spoiled asked in a silent growl. Star backed up to gain full view of Ms. Spoiled’s back. He then reached out and softly began tracing his fingers down her spine. That caused Spoiled to release a more noisy sigh, “Oh…! I think I may like where this is going…” Star continued to brush against Ms. Spoiled’s flesh, in multiple strokes as they travel down her spine. Along the way down, she once again began purring in approval, increasing its rumbling bit by bit as the stroking continued. A sharp gasp suddenly took its place when those fingers brushed over the small of her back, right below her wide buttocks, “Oh yes, keep playing right there…!” Star obeyed and played over that certain spot, stroking and kneading it, causing Ms. Spoiled’s purrs to ramp up once again. Some time had passed before Star decided to experiment on his technique; by alternating on how hard or soft he would press into this ‘special spot'. It seemed that spot was very sensitive and affected Ms. Spoiled the harder it was messed with. Soon he managed to find the right pressure and put it to the ultimate test. His reward was a great yowl of a cat in heat replacing her purring from before. He could feel her wanting to jump out of her skin yet she tried her best to stay where she is. A bit more time into the treatment and her yowling became segmented, like how a jogger would maintain their breathing on the go; all this time Star kept going without stopping. Soon her frantic yowling became more like the desperate cries of a caged animal begging to be freed. Star took this as a sign that they were nearing the end, where Ms. Spoiled was ready to explode at any time. And when all that thrashing applied that last bit of pressure, that seemed to be what broke the dam… Star sat at the foot of the bed, still processing that final climax he had been witness to. The way Spoiled seemed to had burst was unlike anything he had seen even in his fantasies. Even more so, this whole experience had caused his pants to become stiff. No one in Star's position wouldn’t consider bedding this sort of woman. He certainly did. But he knew better that to act out on it; especially if he were to get on her good graces and guarantee this new job. Speaking of which, he had no clue what this ‘job' entails. He was told it was a petsittng gig, only to discover it was something other than that. Just what exactly is this job he’s taking…? The rustling of fabric caused Star to look over his shoulder and find Ms. Spoiled lying on her stomach, her chin buried into one of the large pillows, with her arms folded underneath. Star could see her large breasts seemed to be even larger as they were squished against the mattress. “That was…you were…adequate,” she told Star in her bored-yet-tired tone. Something about that first part she said told Star that it was a sort of ‘slip of the tongue' before trying to sweep it under the rug by starting over, hence the rest of her statement, “And to save us both our time…” she directed her gaze at Star, who recoiled just a little bit due to her intimidating presence, “You got the job…but barely,” there was this small weight lifted from Star’s shoulders, relieved that he managed to get a well-paying job. But there was still a sort of heaviness in this room; and it seemed to be coming from Spoiled Rich herself, “And lucky you, your first task begins now,” she then rolled herself over so that she was now lying on her side, “Your first job is at our backyard pool. Take a few towels there.” “Um…that’s all?” “No,” Spoiled sharply said, “My daughter and her guest are sure to be there right now. This would be the part where you watch over them; and not leave them out of your sight,” her glare hardened to show how serious she meant by it, “Understood?” she was given a silent nod from the nervous Star, just as she expected, “Good. The towels are in the closet next to the bed. It shouldn’t be so difficult to know where the backyard is. Now shoo; so I can get my beauty sleep,” with that, Spoiled rolled her back to Star, leaving her new employee to get out of bed and get to work… After retrieving the towels as instructed, Star Tracker made his way to the backyard pool. He had to ask directions from the passerby servants along the way, but eventually he made it to his destination. This lead him into a large indoor porch, complete with an assortment of straw-woven furniture topped with cushions. He walked to the large windows and through them he can see the pool. It was…he wanted to say…eight times the size of the public pool back home. And it was clearly being occupied. Because out there was Ms. Spoiled’s daughter, whom he would soon know her as Diamond Tiara. This young lady was laying flat against her beach chair, under the shade of a large umbrella attached to the table next to her. She wore only a two-piece pink bathing suit as far as Star could see. He was about to walk outside when something new happened… Something, no, someone climbed out of the pool from the edge, using the guardrails to guide her out, the water pouring off of her on the way out. This girl in the one-piece white swimwear, who was the same age as Diamond with a pair of silver braids hanging over her shoulders walked over to Diamond, on the way the excess water staining the concrete floor with tiny drops and small footprints, and stopped in front of the chair where Diamond was. She took out a pair of fancy-looking glasses Star saw taken from the table and put them on, before standing in attention in front of Diamond with her hands held together. She can be seen fidgeting in place slightly with a big smile on her face; as opposed to Diamond who continued to pay her no mind. But only for the moment. After that passed, she raised an arm and made a gesture with her finger. Star nearly missed her mouth moving and discovered that no words can reach beyond the window he was watching through. The second girl, who Star would soon know as Silver Spoon, seemed to react to Diamond's gesture in a very strange way… She crouched down to a squat, while folding her arms to her chest with loosely-clenched fists. Her tongue was stuck out and left to wag. It then occurred to Star as the parallels between this and what happened with Ms. Spoiled connected. This was another act of pet play! And between two girls he prayed were old enough to have left high school! This session continued as Diamond made another finger gesture, which Silver reacted by dropping to the floor and rolling over from side to side. The next one from Diamond was the classic come-hither gesture which Silver responded quickly by scampering onto the chair until she was lying on top of Diamond, nose-to-nose, where Silver then lapped her tongue across Diamond’s presented cheek. That seemed to get Diamond to crack a smile. While Silver continued her licking, Diamond reached into an opened cooler that was under the table, and pulled out a popsicle. When Silver’s eyes were laid on it, she pulled away and moved back as Diamond held the popsicle by the stick in front of her pet. And like a pet, Silver didn’t use her hands. Instead, she lapped up at the treat before her. She was licking up as much of it as possible before eventually she wasn’t licking anymore. Instead, she was dragging her tongue against it in long strokes, sometimes pulling away between the strokes. Eventually she got tired of that and simply engulfed nearly the whole thing in her mouth; all the while letting Diamond hold it for her. Her movements increased in speed, eyes squeezed shut as she redoubled her efforts. And those efforts were redoubled as she moved even faster… All without warning, she stopped; her mouth exploding with the colored sludge of her popsicle that had splattered between the legs of her server. Silver pulled away, short of breath with her syrup-dyed tongue hanging out. When she regained her breath, she crawled back on top of Diamond and pressed her waiting lips against her own. The sight of the two girls' lips melting into one another burned into Star Tracker’s memory as his legs gave in and sent him to knees, away from the view of the window. He felt himself gasping for air he didn’t even realize that he lost; as well as an uncomfortable tightness in his pants; both caused by the spectacle he had just watched. He knew full well that he should be appalled at both what he just watched and towards himself for being aroused by it, her being the boss's daughter and all. But there was this ‘charm', for lack of a better term, that he just couldn’t explain that caused him to remain an audience to this from the beginning to the end. “Enjoyed the show?” Star’s entire body spun around and his back pressed against the wall as he was then facing the one who had just whispered into his ear. The very same pink-haired girl he was previously watching was now standing with pride just mere inches in front of him, with an arrogance-defining expression on her face. Right next to her was her accomplice. He was now cornered by the two girls who were by the pool by what Star had thought was mere seconds ago. He must have lost track of time and allowed himself to get caught. Star’s eyes fell to Diamond’s abdomen, where it was bulged in cuts. Was that an actual six-pack? It was faint but noticeable now that he’s up close. This girl may be a gymnast or a martial artist. Diamond took a couple steps forward before leaning to Star’s level, grabbing his chin so his eyes couldn’t escape her. The cold gaze familiar to Star reminded him whose daughter this was, “My eyes are up here, you know,” with a tighter grip on his face, Diamond turned it to one side, then another, as if inspecting his feature, “You must be the newest addition to the help. I was hoping for someone better,” that statement was accented by a frown, “Someone much better…” Star flinched and stiffened when he felt something against his crouch; but was unable to move his head from Diamond’s grasp, “He doesn’t seem to have much down here, either,” he heard Silver said. She must be the one tracing her finger against the fabric of Star’s slacks. “Thought so,” Diamond said, disappointment clear in her voice and in her gaze, “But what do you think, Spoonie; is it worth the time to take a look?” “Well…” Silver Spoon was heard trailing off; meanwhile a lump was growing in Star’s throat. “Oh, you and I both know you want to, Silver. It’s all up to you.” “Okay!” the reply came to quickly for Star’s comfort. He felt a set of tiny hands wrestle with his belt and eventually won when their notches were. The same went when his zipper was pulled down, and finally when his inner garments were yanked down where his manhood was uncovered. He could imagine his member being burned by Silver’s gaze. Her next statement dripped with disappointment, “Ugh, just another little runt like the last one. Although…” “I’m on it,” Diamond finally released her grip on Star Tracker. And in that small moment of reprieve, slammed that hand against the wall right next to his head and leaned in closer, “I could tell how intensely you were staring at us,” she moved even close, right next to his ear and whispered hotly, “Did you enjoy showing my Spoonie a good time?” that sultry tone made Star nearly forget that it came from a small child. At the same time, he could feel a set of small appendages brushing lightly against his member, causing it to react. He could feel it expand, helping those tiny finger embrace more of it. “Oh, poo,” Silver groaned in disappointment, “It’s not even average,” Star felt a small hand bury itself beneath his pants, before grasping his jewels and pulling them out in the open, giving them a soft fondle, “And these little guys aren’t so impressive, either.” Diamond pulled back a shot a more intense glare, “Are you serious? We’re supposed to be hiring the best,” she then addressed her accomplice, “There is one more test we can take. And I know it’s your favorite.” Silver can be heard giving a soft, excited gasp, “You almost never let me do that!” “Something tells me the only action he ever had was with his right hand,” that earned a giggle from Silver, with Diamond twisting her lips into a sinister smirk. She closed in once again, the distance between their lips dangerously close to being closed, “Let’s show him what he’s missing.” Star could hear a pleased croon from Silver as he found himself about to fall back into what he could only call a rabbit hole of taboo. First he was made to please a married woman, and now he was actually allowing himself to be molested but a pair of what he prayed to be pint-sized high schoolers. All he could think to do was stay still as he was sure the hot-breathing mouth of Silver Spoon was closing in… “Diamond Tiara!” this moment was entirely shattered with a scolding burst. Star instantly thought that voice belonged to his mother, only to debunk that assumption because A: that’s not what she sounded like, B: he’s not at home, and C: he moved out from her a long time ago. All three heads turned to the entrance to the halls to meet the hardened scowl of his employer, now in a purple bathrobe and her arms crossed so that he chest was hiked up and bulging from a gap that wasn’t tightly wrapped over. No wonder he felt like a teenager being caught making out with the girlfriend he never had; by a mother he knew would never approve of him. This predicament somehow created the perfect environment, “Did I just catch you doing what I think you’re doing?!” The two girls finally parted away from Star, with Diamond taking a couple steps back and Silver crawling backward. “Oh! Hi, mother,” Diamond greeted. Her tone was a cross between a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar, and one that brushed it off as no big deal, “I was just, uh…” “Just inconveniencing the new hire,” Ms. Spoiled scolded, then turning her glare on Star, “While he should be working at this point, here you are wasting his time,” she then let out a tired sigh, “To think I raised you to have much higher standards…” “I’m sorry, mother,” despite Diamond’s words, Star couldn’t help but detect a hint slyness in her tone. “Regardless, you should take your friend and go elsewhere. The grownups need to have a talk,” as Ms. Spoiled moved in out of the way of the entrance, Diamond went for the entrance with Silver in hand and left. Now that Star had realized he was caught by Diamond’s mother, he scrambled to his feet and tried to fix his opened pants, “It wasn’t what it looked like—I mean, I am so sorry! I didn’t know what I was—” what else Star would’ve said got stuck in his throat when the robe fell to the floor in a heap around Ms. Spoiled’s feet, and his hands went limp as he was given a showcase of her plump, undergarment-covered body. He also made the mistake of looking her in the eye when his mind shut down and body frozen still. He basically just stood there like an idiot as Ms. Spoiled patiently strode towards him, with small sways of her hips for effect. She looked like a predator closing in on her game, and Star himself mindlessly giving himself by just standing there as the distance was closed and she pressed her body against his. He missed feeling the softness of her flesh. And as he allowed himself to get lost in it, Ms. Spoiled had free reign to do as she pleased with him; starting by detaching his hands from his pants and allowing them to fall to his ankles as she pulled his arms in past her hips and smoothed his hands on top of the surface of her soft buttocks. She gave Star’s cheek a soft brush with her own, “Already forgetting how to please a queen?” mindlessly obeying the whispers in his ear, Star began kneading the soft flesh placed for him. Learning from last time, he began with a soft amount of pressure before digging in just a bit harder, until she gave her satisfaction with just the right time of sighing, “Oh yes, keep it that way,” she moaned, “Don’t stop no matter what,” as the treatment continued, she began kneading her plump body against his. Star was too entranced by Spoiled’s movement, combined the strong aroma of her lilac-scented perfume, he was unable to register until it was too late that his gaping mouth was sealed shut by another set of lips. Not only was he caught inside a kiss, not only was he pressed into Spoiled’s deceptively powerful grip so there could be no escape, but there was something being shoved into his mouth. It was Spoiled’s tongue, he eventually realized; and just like Star himself, his own was being rendered powerless as Spoiled’s quickly bullied his into submission. Within this molestation, Star felt himself tripped over suddenly by a sweep of another ankle; and as he lost his balance, he fell while being pushed down by Spoiled and landed on the tarnished wooden floor. Now on his back, he was much easier prey for Spoiled’s advances. And somehow, he was still kneading her butt cheeks as per her orders. The buildup was increasing due to all of her moaning and thrashing about against his body and his mouth, and was dangerously reaching to the point where Star would have no choice but to— “STOP!” And just like that, it was over. There was Star Tracker on his back, hands no longer folding flesh, being held down by his employer who was heavily panting, hair split in several ends and breasts swaying against her bra. Some moments after Spoiled maintained most of her composure, she sat upright, straddling Star in a similar position to when they first met in the bedroom. Closing one hand into a paw while holding down her prey with the other, she gave that paw a few licks before brushing her hair with it. But there was a problem. Ms. Spoiled may be satisfied, but Star Tracker was getting dangerously close. And it didn’t help with the sight of Spoiled’s being slipped slightly out of her bra, revealing the dark areolae hidden until now. Spoiled had to have known this because she was sitting on him in just that spot. The least she can do is let him finish. “I wouldn’t do that,” Star’s heart sank in fright when hearing those dismissive words when Spoiled finished her grooming. It was as if she was reading Star’s mind! “I will not stand my servants relieving themselves and soiling anything expensive; present company included. You may be feeling the effects of the drug I put into you, but that’s no excuse,” a drug? What drug? When did she have the time to drug him? She had her hands on him the whole time and he never felt any prices or piercings then. So when… “It’s going to take a few hours to take its full effect. And you may feel some discomfort; but you’re just going to have to deal with it. In the meantime, you’ll have to wear this,” something was tossed next to Star’s head. In appearance, it looked like a metal piece attached with leather straps. But what was he supposed to do with it? “Congratulations. You’ve officially got the job. And just to seal the deal…” Star suddenly felt a few pricks on his chest. Just as he looked down, he jerked his head back against the floorboard when a sharp pain ran through it. Spoiled had just used those sharp nails of hers to mark a gash across his chest! “The last one I hired could handle a little scratch like that. We need to change that,” finished, Spoiled stood up off of her game. She placed her hands on her hips while looking down at him; both literally and metaphorically speaking, “Many people would have killed to have the job I just gave you. But I may just as easily take that away and send you back to that miserable like you no doubt had. I would commit that to memory starting now,” she turned on her heels and went for the door. Opening it, she glared back over her shoulder, “And I would also advise against relieving yourself without permission, even when you’re alone. Your work requires you stay that way until the time your services are required. So I will know if you do something you’re not supposed to be doing; so do well to keep that in mind. I’ll send over a servant to show you to your quarters,” Ms. Spoiled exited the indoor porch room, leaving Star Tracker an aroused and confused mess. He doesn’t whether to be excited, or utterly terrified; little do he know that in that time to come, he will be both.