It is our job to serve the food and drinks to the guests.” “Okay.” “So, our barkeep was in a serious car accident and can’t work the faire... this year. We need an experienced barkeep, desperately.” Kennedy smiled. As a professional bartender, she knew she would be perfect for the job. What Dawn didn’t know, was that Kennedy had a secret desire to work at a Renaissance Faire. “Do I need a costume?” “I’m sure I’ve got something that might fit you.” “When’s the faire?” “You’ll do it?”. I didn’t want to drop it on the floor, so I draped it over the timeclock.“Is this how you plan on going through life?” he said. “Just walking away from your responsibilities whenever you feel like it? Leaving other people to clean up your mess?”“It’s just a grocery store,” I said. .:.Even though then, I considered the guy just a gnarly, ignorant cracker who smelled like an over full ashtray, he was right. It wasn’t my finest moment. There wasn’t anything noble in what I’d done. It was peevish. The next six hours dragged by. I barely saw the girls aside from inpassing as Sherri went to inspect some room I had cleaned, and when Amyneeded the bathroom I had just finished with. Fortunately in that case Ihad the foresight to wait and give it another once over afterward,straighten the towels, wipe the counter around the sink, that sort ofthing.The whole time though I was wondering what the girls had in store for me.I only had 15 Princess Points right now, even if I had got the extra. "Oh, yes, please fuck me hard, you really make me hot, you asshole!! Oh, I like the way you fuck me!! I replied aloud: "You like this bitch, don´t you? Never show up in this place or you'll get laid right away, ok?" "Yes, fuck me as you wish" she said. Suddenly, as she moaned loud, almost like a howl: "Fuck my ass, please. Poke my anus, now! What are you waiting for?" I didn't believe her, saying: "Don't fucking move." and applied saliva out to lube her black hole, then my.