Still stuck at the front desk doing nothing but filing my nails. Some drunk is sleeping it off in the lobby. I'd have him tossed, but some lady dropped him off and gave me an envelope that was addressed to Mistress Uschi. It said private and confidential.

I remember Mistress' last talk to me where she said, "Darcee, I'm at wit's end with you." I didn't really pay much attention to the rest of what the old bag-of-wind had to say, I've got her twisted around my little finger anyway. Opening the letter to Mistress Uschi and reading it.

Typical, lousy lover, lazy no good, wears womens clothes type of letter. If you've read one personal and confidential letter, you've read them all. Picking up the phone and calling her mistress-ship, telling her that another package has arrived.

Knowing I have about 10-15 minutes before hurricane Uschi blows in, and being bored out of my mind, I decide to "HELP" the new arrival.

Walking over to him and bending over showing off my chest. I try not to show my disinterest and sarcasm in saying the company greeting.

"Hi, I'm Darcee." "How can I make your day better?"


"Hey Adonis, you look like crap." "You better look sharp by the time Miss Darling arrives." "First impressions are very important to her." "Let me help you prepare for her."