My servant

Katalin lounged on the couch, flipping through a glossy magazine and picturing a bigger house she planned to buy. She tapped her long nail against the page and called for her servant, Bea, who stepped into the room. Katalin held up two pictures and asked which sofa looked best. Bea studied them, smirked, and said she liked the big one because it was wide enough to fuck on. Katalin asked if their current couch felt cramped. When Bea paused, Katalin told her it wasn’t a request—it was an order. They had to test the sofa right now, see if two bodies and a dildo would fit without wasting space.