Before she could think about how subservient the command was, Tracy found herself standing up. She felt silly and looked at Vance awkwardly. He smiled right back expectantly. Tracy thought she'd look dumb just standing there, so she spun for him. 'What the heck?' She was puzzled why she so readily obeyed the old man's orders.
"Very nice. No stockings. I like that. Skirts on the short side, isn't it? Like that too." Vance sat back with his arms extended across the back of the couch, ogling Tracy's hot body. "You're a large girl up top, aren't you? Just how I like 'em."
Tracy stood frozen, facing Vance as he continued.
"Love the blonde hair. You're quite the looker!"
For some reason, Tracy was pleased that he found her to be desirable.
"So you like helping the old folk, eh, Tracy?"
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