Goddess Erika lives a privileged life, the kind reserved for beautiful, rich women who don’t even consider idiots like you to be human. you see Her type every day and it makes you tremble. Her haughtiness, Her “you-can’t-even-look-at Me” attitude. A spoiled, evil, bitch who dates the best men, and makes morons like you ache and moan while She ignores you, or better still, uses you! And just how would an evil temptress like Erika Jordan use a teenie weenie loser like you? LOL! Well, you’re going to find out, mr. butt-kissing loserboy, cuz you’re about to lose your job, your pride, and all the icky little semen in your pathetic ballsack. Hmm, well, maybe not the latter LOL! The beverly hills bitch has booked Herself into a suite to be pampered by idiots like you! As She tries on outfits for Her studly date later on, She decides She’s not satisfied with only ONE mirror to admire Herself so She calls the front desk and demands another! you’re summoned, you pathetic bellboy! you begin panting as soon as you see her, stumbling and fumbling your way to serve and please as you know you must. You know you’re beneath her, and you’d do anything, anything she demands! She expects nothing less from groveling, spineless, pussyboys like you. you Struggle to hold the mirror exactly as SHE wants, as SHE demands and insults you every step of the way. “Don’t stare at me!” chastises Goddess Erika, knowing the effect She has on losers like you. She finds your kind utterly pathetic, and She treats you with complete disdain as you struggle to control yourself in Her presence. you’re an object, a machine, not human. you cannot take your eyes off her. She alternates completely ignoring you, with soul-destroying insults and mockery, as you grow weaker. She admires herself, knowing the effect She’s having on you, and not caring! “Mmmm yeah. I look so fucking Hot!!” you drool over the sexy outfits She models, the ones Her boyfriend will be ripping off Her later. You’re nothing to Her, and soon you will have nothing!! OOOPS! she catches you with your pathetic toy of an erection! SHE is revolted, but demands you show it to her! you have no choice. you have been twisted and abused by a woman beyond your ken. By the end you will be Her minion, Her brainfucked servant, standing there with your pathetic little hardon, holding her mirror, doing whatever she says, until she fires you! That’s right stupid! This is an amusing little GAME She plays with unsuspecting, weak men. You won’t even have a job at the end of the day. All you’ll have will be an aching, swollen pair of demented loser blue balls, to nurse by yourself while she’s out with a real man! Ding Ding! Answer your calling, loser! The bell tolls for thee! That’s your role in life!! Serving the Goddess, holding Her mirror, watching Her straighten Her stockings, forced to gasp at what you can’t touch, and then getting nothing! Nothing but blue balls and an eensie , teensie, weenise stiffie!
