“Because you’re trying to cost me my job, is why!” the woman exclaimed. “It’s nothing personal, you understand. It’s just self-preservatio...n. I hate you.”Kim was truly baffled. “I don’t understand...”Penny moved beside the chair and began running her fingertips lightly over Kim’s body. Shaking her head she muttered, “It just gets worse...”“I’m really confused,” Kim complained.“Lady, you are utterly perfect! Your face and your body are both utterly exquisite. I’m supposed to make you look. "Kennedy..." You're still not getting in my pants." No. One thing. I was told to do this. I didn't understand why, because you're a crappy driver. I told them that. But, I'm offering the ride anyway." I'm a crappy driver?" Kennedy said, trying to keep the anger out of her voice."Yes. Technically, you are beyond compare. But, Kennedy, technique doesn't win races." I've won every competition, no matter what the form, in driving school," Kennedy told him."So? Like I said, that's not what wins. My nasty cunt burned for the humiliation to come. To please my Sister-Mistress and make it up to Tonya and the other girls I’d mistreated.Only I deserved to be treated so badly. I deserved to be punished for denying who I was. Juana, with Clint’s help, set me free.The door creaked open.Tonya stood there, her face still pale. She stared at me, the hem of her pink skirt an inch above her knees shifting as she trembled. She studied me, her chest rising and falling as she breathed. Green eyes bored. The two ladies had no sooner joined in the general toast of ‘Cheers!’ with a sip of champagne than they were whisked away for a dance by the two newcomers where they enjoyed yet more flattery and attention. Bill was Alison’s new dancing partner who explained that he worked in another of the marketing departments. Alison promised to take a look his product display later in the evening, they rejoined David’s table. Delia and Alison had, by this time, five attractive men paying them attendance,.