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“Oh my God, no! Get off me!” Sandy screamed as she kicked out at her boss’ vicious Pitbull as it ripped off her clothes, exposing her luscious breasts to his snarling, greedy gaze.
The game was afoot.
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Great! Sandy fumed as she let Killer, her bosses Pitbull out of the car. The dog dragged the 18-year-old woman to her door and flew into her apartment.
"I don't know why he chose me to watch you." She grumbled under her breath, casting a hate-filled glare at the Pitbull.
Killer barked at her as if he understood what she'd said.
He sat watching her as she threw her keys and things on the counter. She ran her fingers through her silky gold hair before wandering into the front room.
"Well, that's simple. Maybe this will be a good weekend." Sandy said. She never liked dogs, cats were much better.
Suddenly, Killer slammed into her knocking her to the floor.
"Hey!" She bored her eyes into his. "Watch where you're going!"
His deep growl vibrated throughout the room and his large, brown eyes blazed as he stared into hers. Her heart thudded against her chest as fear coursed through her and urged her to run.
READ MORESpringing to her feet, she raced to the laundry room. Maybe she could trap him there.
She never wanted to care for the stupid mutt. The only reason she agreed was because she needed the extra money.
Killer had other ideas.
He lunged for her and grabbed her pants. The air whooshed from her lungs as she hit the floor.
“Oh my God, no! Get off me!” Sandy screamed as she kicked out at her boss’ vicious Pitbull as it ripped off her clothes, exposing her luscious breasts to his snarling, greedy gaze.
His powerful jaws suddenly snapped around her vulnerable throat. His imposing growl warned her not to do something that foolish again. He squeezed just a little to let her feel of his power.
"Okay Killer, I'll do whatever you want." She whined, frozen in fear's grasp.
COLLAPSE 
