The idea of bringing even more slaves to this spoiled bitch made Stacy uneasy, but the difficulty of throwing her friends under the bus was far outweighed by the difficulty of living on her own. "Lisa and Erin."
Vivian smirked and raised an eyebrow. "I don't pick my bitches by their names, sweetheart."
"They're, uh... brunettes?" Vivian looked unimpressed. "Average height?" Nothing. "Big boobs?" Stacy offered, because while she was quite busty, both of her friends had her beat. She sighed; she knew how to sell them. "If you let them live here free, they'll do whatever you say."
Vivian grinned. "Oh, you know me. I like them. Call them tomorrow. But first...
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