Her Coffee Slave Ch. 03

"Do you enjoy it?" Julia asked, obviously unconcerned with the answer.

"Not usually, but I'm just happy to help. That's what has become more important to me, I'd say," Annie answered.

"What do you mean?" Julia asked. Erin noticed that the tone in Annie's voice had changed, like she was being sincere or she was at least acting in a convincing way.

"Well, I realize now that I was pretty selfish before. I only cared about getting my own needs met, and if a guy came on too strong I thought he was a pervert or a creep. I never thought about it from his perspective: what it's like to have all these sexual urges and not have anyone willing to act them out with you. So now, I can help these unfortunate guys by creating a fantasy for them to watch, so they at least have something!"

Erin was stunned. Annie had always resented creepy guys and male entitlement. She took classes on how to empower women to stand up to demanding men, and she was an outspoken critic of things like catcalling and objectification. Now she was practically the poster girl for female sexual submission: a sex-kitten actress who fulfilled any male fantasy and who didn't even have reasonable boundaries. Could Annie actually be proud of this accomplishment, or was it just another part of Julia's conditioning?

"Arman mentioned that he took you on a trip to one of his favorite countries, could you tell us about that?" Julia asked. There was palpable tension as Annie stared off into the distance, maybe re-living the trip.

"Absolutely," Annie said, sounding pleased in spite of her obvious discomfort.

"So Arman read some of the essays I wrote and he decided that it would be enlightening for me to see what other countries were like, so that I would appreciate America more. The first place we went was Saudi Arabia, where women aren't even allowed to drive cars or walk around unaccompanied. We decided that the story was that I was his cousin, and he was looking for a suitable guy to have me marry."

Erin thought back to when Annie (who used to call herself Winter, she reminded herself) wrote a series of essays on the treatment of women in the world. The essays were moving and well-researched, and Winter was on the verge of establishing herself as a rising scholar. Saudi Arabia was singled out as a particularly regressive country, and Winter heaped a lot of well-deserved criticism on their government.

"It really gave me an inside look on Saudi society. Arman told these men that I was not very good at cooking or cleaning, but that I more than made up for it with my skills in bed. Naturally, the men wanted to know if he was telling the truth or not, so I would sleep with each of my potential suitors in the hopes of landing a husband. Most of these men were very sexually frustrated, because Saudi society takes such a dim view on premarital sex. So while they were testing me out, they were also unloading a lot of sexual frustration, which I think is a good thing."

Julia laughed openly, and Annie went on.

"For the most part, they were thrilled to have sex with an American woman, especially one as white as me. And their reactions were mixed. A lot of them called me a "western whore" after having sex, and proudly declared they would never marry someone like me. That kind of hurt. But some of them wanted to marry me as soon as possible! One guy even suggested that we find a place to get married that night. Ultimately, though, it was just an experiment to see what life is like in Saudi Arabia. I came back to the US as a single woman!"

Winter held up her left hand, showing that there was no wedding ring there.

"What a lucky girl!" Julia announced, and Winter could only smile demurely.

"Ali, how about you? Why don't you explain to the girls what you've been up to?" Julia asked.

"Yes Miss Romm," Ali began, while massaging the woman's foot.

"I have been very busy, so many clients!" Ali murmured. "Many women want my service, and Alexis offered me a job at her office."

Erin blanched. Alexis was one of their most obnoxious customers, although she looked quite different than most of the others. She had pale skin and black hair, with elaborate tattoos and piercings all over her body. She made her fortune by founding La Femme clothing company, which had immediately become a major success. La Femme was alternative style known for the young, edgy women that patronized it.

"Alexis, she only hire young women at her company, many of them open-minded and enjoy my services," Ali explained. In broken English, she described her most recent day at work.

"Naturally, as the office 'foot girl,' as they call me, I must to be the first person to arrive. My day begins at 7 AM when I show up to the office and start cleaning from the day before. I vaccuum, clean the toilets, and do all the dishes left in the communal kitchen from the day before. Their office is amazing! It is on the 35th floor of a building downtown, with views of the entire city. It has ammenities I don't understand how they can afford to offer: free sashimi, nitro ice coffee, and all the employees are free to wear whatever clothing they'd like from La Femme. All the employees except me, of course. Since I am an independent contractor, my rate of pay and access to supplies are much lower than the other girls. Sometimes, the girls are nice enough to give me the last sip of their coffee, though."

Julia snorted as Ali continued her story. Erin had heard people talk about the girls at La Femme: it was said have the cattiest, cliquiest rich girls of any company. Of course, each employee was gorgeous because of Alexis's strict requirement that they have over 200,000 followers on IG. These were the exact sort of 'models' that had everyone else pay their way in life, and now Ali's sole purpose was to massage their feet and make their lives even easier.

"I began the day by working on Diane, who is their Director of Social Media. She is a beautiful, tall girl with honey-brown complexion, and she's attending a private fashion university. She got to work late, though, because she was hungover from partying last night. It was really interesting hearing about her night out as she chatted on her phone! I was, of course, kneeling in front of her the entire time tending to her sore feet. While she talked about the guy she had sex with last night, I carefully kneaded her soles and did my usual routine. Diane said that the guy didn't make her cum last night, and that's why she appreciate me so much! By the end of the massage, we both had a really good orgasm that helped clear her head so she could work."

"So Diane dismissed me, and then I saw Miranda sitting in the lounge area, with her bare feet propped up on a coffee table. She smirked at me, and called me over to give her a foot massage and spa pedicure, which is another one of my duties," Ali explained.

Erin knew the Miranda she was talking about. She had attended their high school, and was a bratty popular girl who got Cs in all her classes because she didn't have to worry about college or money. She was half white and half Latina, with thick black hair and full lips and she always wore the best brands. There were always stupid girls following her around doing menial things for her to try and gain her favor. In their creative writing class, for example, there was one girl who would do Miranda's makeup each morning, while another girl massaged her hand. Erin told herself that she would win in the end by going to college and getting a nice job, which was painful to think about now.

"It is such a pleasure to work for Miranda," Ali continued. "And she is constantly reminding me of that fact. She especially likes it when I compliment her and tell her all the amazing things about herself. Sometimes, she jokes that I should give her money for the privilege of caring for her size 5 feet. They are so soft and well-exfoliated, you can really tell that she is a woman of leisure! In fact, whenever La Femme needs a model for a new line of shoes, they usually call Miranda. It's my job to make sure that her feet are camera-ready, and to giver her many orgasms to keep her calm during photography. One time, they even filmed an interview with Miranda while I was massaging her feet! She made the most beautiful faces each time she came, and it's one of La Femme's most-watched promotions."

Erin pictured the smirk on Miranda's face as Ali slaved away at her feet. Knowing Miranda, though, one servant wouldn't be enough.

"After I had finished doing Miranda's pedicure, Kelly and Victoria wanted theirs done too. It was a very busy day and I didn't even have time for the lunch I brought. Well, Kelly gave me a few of the truffle oil fries she had ordered. But that was only after we had used them as her toe separators, and I had to..."

Ali's shame was palpable as she forced herself to continue. The ordeal she was describing had been filmed and uploaded to the Internet. Erin had viewed it, and knew that Kelly and Victoria were two statuesque blondes with fierce eyebrows and cruel smiles.

Ali went on: "Kelly thought it would be fun if I used only my tongue to get the truffle oil fries from between her toes. She nearly moaned with pleasure as I ran my tongue between each of her long toes, taking the fries into my mouth. I mean, her feet were very clean from the pedicure and the fries tasted amazing. Victoria was laughing the entire time, and even wanted me to do the same thing for her! They both loved the sensation of my tongue between their toes, and agreed that I would need to take my lunch this way more often. They started coming up with ideas for other things I could eat from between their toes: marshmallows, gummy bears, mochi."

Julia was typing something into her cell phone, a broad grin on her face.

"I should tell you," Julia said to Ali, "that you are only at La Femme because Alexis and her staff was quite interested in your services. If they hadn't stepped in, you might have ended up working at my friend's company in China."

Erin saw Ali flare her nostrils.

From Ali's description of China, she was practically a sex servant for recent trip there. Julia had arranged that the girl tour several different companies, always meeting with the highest echelons of the organizations: CEOs, directors, and investors.The men (and few women) would want to test the boundaries of Ali's training by making outrageous sexual demands that the girl was happy to oblige.

Occasionally she would pour tea before crawling beneath the table to satisfy each of the men using her mouth. Other times, she would make the rounds and see each person individually in their private office, offering him or her the charms of her body. She had been given a refresher course in Mandarin, learning to speak encouraging phrases to the men as they thrust away inside of her. Julia would give her a briefing of each person's likes and dislikes, so she became intimately familiar with how to please them on many different levels.

It was the ultimate humiliation for poor Ali. She had, in her youth, vigorously oppposed these men and everything they stood for. She was aware of each person's unique transgressions and what they had done to damage the world. Now, she was their perfect sex toy - a pretty, inviting young woman who was willing to indulge their every fantasy. Erin could only picture the look on Ali's face whenever she would bring one of these men to the height of pleasure, struck by the unsettling notion that they had the world and they had her as well.

"Well, I am happy to stay in the US with my friends," Ali said finally.

There was a gap in the conversation. Erin was surprised that Julia didn't make Ali talk about her volunteering at the local college where she did foot reflexology for the Women in Science club. Ali had confessed that this was particularly painful, to merely serve at the feet of women who were living out her dreams. She was treated like some kind of servant by those who were once her peers. It was amazing how these girls had disregarded any notion of sisterhood when it came to Ali - they were condescending and demanding towards the girl, as though it were natural to have someone at their beck and call.

"Well Erin, your turn! How has life been with your Aunt Sophia?" Julia asked. Erin would have groaned, but her conditioning was too strong. Whenever Julia asked her something, she hurried to comply.

"It's been great!" Erin began. "Aunt Sophia has managed to forgive me for the trick I played on her, although it did teach her how important it is to properly discipline me."

Erin's behind still bore red welts from a recent discipline session, but Sophia had done far worse things than that.

"I mean, I definitely bring it on myself. Like, the other night when I drew her bath I used chamomile oil instead of lavender. She was livid, because lavender helps her unwind after a long day of shopping. So to correct my behavior, she got some big bags of ice and dumped them into the bath. I stripped down and hopped into the water and it was freezing! I started shivering and felt like I was going to get hypothermia or something. Aunt Sophia, meanwhile, got a mug of hot tea and sat on the side of the bath to watch, and so I could ask for her forgiveness."

"After a few minutes, she needed to use the toilet and an idea struck her. She said that if I agreed to help her try out a urine cleanse, we could move past this. I agreed, so she dumped the rest of her tea into the bath, then sat on the toilet to urinate. Only, she held the mug beneath herself to gather up all of her pee. Some of it dribbled onto the side of the cup, and she said I could get out of the bath and drink her urine to help warm myself up. I was barely even thinking at that point, but I was so glad to get out of the bath that I leapt at the chance."

Erin would have groaned if she could. It was one thing for her to actually do this nasty thing, but it was even worse to have to tell her friends about it.

"With Aunt Sophia watching, I drank all of her urine," Erin went on, trying to sound casual. "It actually didn't taste so bad. Salty, sour, and really warm. Honestly, it did help me warm up because I was shivering pretty badly from the ice bath. Aunt Sophia insisted that I thank her for her wonderful gift, and said that from now on I should ask her nicely for her to... share her heavenly fluids with me. She says that I can try the urine cleanse for a month, and then I can report to her any health benefits there are. So far, I've drank her pee maybe 10 times and don't feel any different. I have learned that it tastes better later in the day, and worse when it's her first pee of the day."

Julia raised an eyebrow at Erin's vague criticism, and Erin felt her heart drop.

"B-but no matter what I'm happy that she's putting up with me! I mean, Aunt Sophia is so beautiful and perfect, I'm just lucky she keeps me around," Erin added nervously. "I even lick her hands clean whenever a stray bit of urine lands on them as she's collecting it, it tastes so wonderful."

"How are the job fairs going?" Julia asked Erin, while pulling her feet away from the girls and slipping them back into her high heels. Erin managed not to wince.

"It was a huge success," Erin said. She wished it weren't, though.

"So, I worked at a booth for The Romm Method," Erin started to explain, "to get the word out and gauge people's interest. Julia invited a lot of the girls we went to high school with, along with businessmen from different companies and countries. It took place at the Westpoint Hotel, and everyone was dressed so nicely!"

Everyone except Erin, that is.

Instead of clothing, Julia had Erin wear body paint done to give the illusion of a white tank top and blue short shorts. Although the artwork was well-done, Erin couldn't avoid feeling exposed and vulnerable in front of such a big crowd of people. She remembered her cheeks burning as men and women passed by her booth, the girls laughing and the men ogling her. She only had a little stool to sit on, and instead of a full-sized table she only got a TV tray with some business cards and pamphlets. She did her best to keep her legs together, but was required to stand and greet each person who came up to her booth and offer her services.

The only piece of furniture at her booth was a zero-gravity reclining chair, for girls to sit at while Erin worked on them.

"I helped out by giving the girls foot massages since they were all wearing such high heels," Erin continued. "And while I would work on their feet, guys from different businesses would ask us both questions to find out more about our plans. Like, you all know Brittney Drake, who went to school with us?"

Brittney was an aspiring actress/model type, with mocha skin and big eyes that gave her a youthful appearance. She was nice enough to Erin in school, but was known for being a terror to the stage assistants who helped her during the school plays.

The rumor was that she made Sarah, a member of the crew, her personal assistant in charge of helping her change shoes during performances. Brittney's diva behavior only grew more bold over time, until she joked that Sarah was her personal "foot girl." Her responsibilities were only limited by the young actress's imagination. Sarah had become increasingly distressed, eventually succumbing to Brittney's demands and humbly massaging the girl's feet during each rehearsal and for the rest of the school year beyond that.

"Well, Brittney was there, and she wanted me to massage her feet since she missed having Sarah around to do it. We got to talking, and she bragged about going to school in New York to study acting, and she said she could really use someone like me. I guess the life of an actress is really stressful, and having someone devote themselves to her feet helps Brittney deal with all the pressure."

Annie gave a dubious smile, and Cami nodded blankly.

"So, Brittney signed up to maybe get an assistant of her own." Erin said, "But while I was massaging her feet, there was a guy at the booth, and it seemed like he was interviewing her the entire time. He asked her nationality, and when he found out she was part Greek, he said he had an office in New York where she could work while going to school. I don't understand what her nationality has to do with it, but he seemed very adamant about having Brittney work for him."

Erin suspected she knew the answer, but any attempt to warn Brittney was in vain. She kneaded the girl's soles, admiring her high arches as she teased the guy who showed so much interest in her.

"She played coy at first, saying that she had a lot of job offers and that she wasn't ready to decide. She even asked if they had someone like me at the office, because she tried to get daily foot massages to help her feet recover from all the dancing she does. The guy was really determined to get her onboard, though, and said yes to practically all of her questions. By the end of it, they had both submitted their information to the Romm Method. I hope it works out for them!" Erin finished.

She was sincerely curious as to which one of them would end up on top, but a guilt washed over her for helping to create such a situation.

Brittney's body was a male fantasy: her legs and butt were toned from all her time dancing, she was flexible from her time doing yoga, and she had a healthy glow from all her beauty routines. Erin suspected that the guy would pay a lot of money to have Brittney subjected to the Romm Method, and Erin wondered what payment Brittney could possibly offer to get her own assistant.

"Sophia tells me that you're still a virgin," Julia teased, and Erin inhaled sharply.

Annie, Cami, and even Ali looked over to Erin in disbelief. For some reason, this was more humiliating than anything else she had experienced so far.