FYOP/Hollywood Hardware/0043
Blushing like a beet, you explain why you were provoking Janelle. "I just... want to see how angry you can get, because it's hot. ...You're hot."
"Oh, so now I'm hot?" she says, arching an eyebrow. "You didn't think I was hot when you were just standing there like a little bitch?"
"I was trying not to get my hopes up," you say with a shrug.
"Well, now you know," she says, leaning in close. "I'm hot. And I'm in charge. So what are you gonna do about it, boo?"
"Anything you say," you reply shyly. You blush beet-red as you kiss her, feeling her curvy bosom against your chest. To give her the same kind of stimulation in return, you take her manicured hand and plop it onto your butt.
"Mmmm, I like that answer," she says, rubbing your butt as you walk. "But I think I'll take it one step further. I think I'll own your ass."
Your eyes widen. "How do you mean? Like you bought it in the store?"
"No, baby," she says, giggling. "I mean I want your ass to be MINE. I want you to be my little bitch. I want you to do whatever I say, whenever I say it, no matter what it is. And if you don't do what I say, or if you don't please me, then I'll sell your ass back to the store. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am," you say, your heart racing. This is going to be interesting.
"I didn't know there were ass stores," you joke, a little shyly.
"Oh, there are all kinds of stores, baby," she says, winking at you. "And you're gonna learn all about them. Because from now on, you're my little bitch."
"What happens if I don't do what you want?" you say, blushing and turned on by the idea. "Do you just..."