Kat the Live-in-Slut Ch 1

Kat, sitting on the ledge of the sidewalk, began contemplating her terrible luck recently. Growing up, she had always been spoiled beyond belief--her father rich enough to pay for her every whim and her mother self-absorbed enough to pay off all-girl boarding schools and summer camps to keep Kat out of her hair.

But that free ride came to an end two months ago. After graduating from school and being sheltered her whole life, Kat was not ready for real life. Racking up huge credit card bills under her father's name and failing every job interview, her parents finally had enough. They gave her a small bag and a good amount of money and said to make it on her own.

Poor, stupid Kat had never even lifted a broom before, and now she was left to fend for herself, with not much to show for it after all this time.

First, she managed to get a job at a little convenience store in the bad part of town. She saw the "Help Wanted" sign, and when the owner saw this young 21-year-old with red hair and barely any clothes covering her curvy frame, he hired her on the spot. For a few weeks, it was going well. The manager loved having a stupid girl who thought it was normal to have an almost see-through white crop top and an itty-bitty miniskirt that barely covered her ass as a uniform. And even better for him, she was stupid enough to let him "inspect" her uniform every morning and even steal her panties if he said they showed under her short skirt, making her work commando all day. It was good for him too, until his wife came back early from visiting her family overseas and caught them during a uniform inspection.

Sadly, Kat was fired very fast after that, and she was running out of money staying at hotels and getting very little pay at the last job. Luckily for her, she walked by a father struggling with his two toddlers on her way back from being fired. Offering up her services as a live-in nanny, the father, seeing her scandalous uniform, accepted fast.

Unluckily, that job only lasted a week. The mother came home from her girls' week away to see the father enjoying the view of Kat cleaning the floor in the same tiny uniform he insisted she keep.

So now here she was: fired from her job, kicked out to the street again, and out of money for another night at a hotel. And that's how Stan found her.

Stan was a self-proclaimed bimbo hunter. It was his passion: finding young, beautiful, dumb women and turning them into perfect sluts. He had a talent for knowing exactly which women were hiding their inner sluts and exactly which ones were dumb enough to let him bring it out. And this young girl with bright red hair falling down her back, sitting her bare ass down on the sidewalk, was exactly it.

He stood at his living room window, looking across the tiny street at the girl sitting there with her knees up. She had a small bag beside her; even from there, he could see her pussy was exposed, and he was dying to see her sit up straight so he could get a good look at her rack. No smart young girl would be sitting alone at this time of night, dressed like that, in this area of town, and that's how Stan preferred them. He had already schemed how to get this girl to become his new live-in slut.

Leaving his house and walking across the street, he stood in front of the girl, making her look up at him.

"Hey, sexy, what are you doing out here?" Not bothering to keep his language clean, he figured a girl dressed like that would take it as a compliment.

"That's sweet of you to say, but I don't feel too sexy right now." Taking a deep breath and looking down again, Kat didn't see the harm in venting to the nice stranger. "I just got fired from my second job in two months, and as of today, I am homeless until I find a new job that hopefully will pay me for room and board." Taking another deep breath, Kat felt good to get that off her chest. Keeping her worries in was hurting her head, and Kat couldn't see the harm in speaking her mind; this man seemed nice to come out and check on her.

Stan could not believe his luck. This stupid bimbo was playing directly into his hands, giving all the information he would need to get her exactly where he wanted.

"Well, you must be one lucky girl then."

Hearing that, Kat's head popped back up, hopeful eyes staring up at Stan.

"My last maid just quit, and I'm terrible at housework. I need someone fast--someone who can start right away." Seeing Kat's face fill with instant joy, Stan's cock jumped at the thought of this girl falling into his trap so fast.

"But don't get too excited yet, sexy; this won't be an easy job. I expect my house to be sparkling. I want it cleaned head-to-toe every day. You'll be living in my spare room, waking me up in the morning, and making all my meals. Not only that, I've dealt with some stealing maids in the past, so now I have top security, regular pat-downs, and mandatory uniforms even in your own space. I am strict with my rules, and there will be punishments if my expectations are not met. If that sounds like something you can handle, then get up, cause you have an orientation to start before your first day officially begins in the morning."

Stan may not have explicitly stated that Kat would be his personal bimbo, but anyone with brains would have clued in from his little speech that his intentions with this job were far from pure. Luckily for him, Kat was exactly his type of stupid slut. Jumping to her feet, she excitedly agreed and followed him inside.