I dropped the box down on the bed, and motioned for Shy to open it up. She gave me a quizzical look, but didn’t ask any questions before tearing open the top and pulling out a black cocktail dress.
“What is this for?” She finally asked. “Special occasion?”
“Your uniform, well, most of it anyway.” I told her. She continued to look confused, so I explained further. “Poker night starts in about 28 hours. You will be waiting on all of us.”
“Wait just a minute,” she started to say, but barely got that out before I interrupted.
“Kneel. Now.”
Her eyes got wide, but she quickly rolled off of the bed and to her knees in front of me, eyes lowered to the floor. I stroked a hand down the side of her face lovingly, before leaning in and whispering into her ear. “Waiting on us…servicing…the party. Are we clear?”
“Yes Sir.” Shy replied quietly, trying to suppress a smile, mostly successfully.
“Now, that should be perfect, I checked the dress you wore to my last company party. Same designer and everything.” I told her. “Try it on.”