Spice (Whore)

Pimpin Still Ain't Easy It's another beautiful morning at Legacy Productions and its employees. Not least of which was Legacy Productions current manager and CFO Spice, who was currently sleeping in the penthouse on the top floor as she tended to do when he wasn't there. The jet black satin sheets and luxury pillows being a far cry from anything she could afford on her paltry salary, though she was making a fortune compared to her fellow bitches but that was beside the point.

Spice (Whore)

Pimpin Still Ain't Easy It's another beautiful morning at Legacy Productions and its employees. Not least of which was Legacy Productions current manager and CFO Spice, who was currently sleeping in the penthouse on the top floor as she tended to do when he wasn't there. The jet black satin sheets and luxury pillows being a far cry from anything she could afford on her paltry salary, though she was making a fortune compared to her fellow bitches but that was beside the point.

It's another beautiful morning at Legacy Productions and its employees. Not least of which was Legacy Productions current manager and CFO Spice, who was currently sleeping in the penthouse on the top floor as she tended to do when he wasn't there. The jet black satin sheets and luxury pillows being a far cry from anything she could afford on her paltry salary, though she was making a fortune compared to her fellow bitches but that was beside the point.

As she turns over in the luxurious bed, she slowly begins to stir from her slumber. As Spice looks over at the alarm clock to her side, she realizes just how asleep she really was. It was currently 10:00am two hours past when she was supposed to be up and running the company. She quickly gets up from the bed and begins looking for her clothes, but is cut off by a sudden call to the intercom system. She approaches the phone and answers. "Spice? Are you up there?" Says Lady D, another of the bottom bitches, some would call her his bottomest bitch in fact. The older woman shouldn't be here, why would she be calling Spice and in the penthouse none of the bitches were supposed to enter without permission?

"Lady D? Ah... Yes, this is Spice." Spice says nervously, knowing punishment would likely await her if discovered up here. "I'm giving you a heads up because I like you, Spice. Daddy's on his way up and he already doesn't seem very happy with having to help with Demora last night. If I were you, I'd try and cut him off before he gets up to the penthouse. I told you'd be on the 69th floor like last time. Better hurry." Says Lady D before hanging up.

Spice acts quickly, knowing this was a rare chance to avoid punishment. She quickly grabs her suit, glasses, and high heels and rushes out of the penthouse, not realizing she's left the TV playing her reality TV shows. As she rides the elevator down she quickly tries to fit in to the already 2 sizes too small suit bought for her. The tight fabric accentuating her curvy Latina figure, squeezing her curves in all the right places.

As she rushes out of the elevator on the 69th floor and tries to quickly slip into her high heels she rushes to the other side of the building, hoping to intercept him before he reaches the penthouse elevator. She makes it just in time, her and the other bitches ability to run in high heels seeming almost super human.

As the elevator door opens and reveals him, Spice quickly moves to greet him. "Daddy! I wasn't expecting you to be visiting today... What brings you here exactly?" She says nervously, only now remembering that she left the TV on in the penthouse. "Thank you again for dealing with Demora yesterday. She's been right as rain since then. I'll make sure to keep a close eye on her from now on so I don't inconvenience you further. I know you're a very busy man, Daddy."