"Your girl?  That's rich." she rolled her eyes, but chuckled under her breath.<br/><br/>As he stood there, mouth full of bread and butter, she walked passed and slapped his ass hard.  "Figured I'd take care of a few errands today.  I got a job later tonight you can help with, though."<br/><br/>Mike shifted toward the fridge, grabbing a sweet roll before taking a final pull from her mug.  She paused long enough to spend some time examining the ass she liked the feel of.  Then she slid a hand over her own backside.  A smirk teased the corners of her mouth upward.<br/><br/>"You got a great ass, D.  Too bad mine's better." she shrugged offhandedly.  "Make sure you're dressed to kill tonight.  We're goin' high class and you need to look the part.  Rent a tux if you don't have one."<br/><br/>She took another long look at his ass, then sauntered to the door.