Domination/tell her to head to her house
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| - | The entire drive to her house, the redheaded woman keeps her hands gripped around the steering wheel, her knuckles white with something resembling fear. The backseat of the car is a mess, filled with dolls and other children's toys. "You got kids?" you ask, motioning towards it. The woman nods without saying anything, eyes glued to the road. " | + | The entire drive to her house, the redheaded woman keeps her hands gripped around the steering wheel, her knuckles white with something resembling fear. The backseat of the car is a mess, filled with dolls and other children's toys. "You got kids?" you ask, motioning towards it. The woman nods without saying anything, eyes glued to the road. "How many?" |
| - | She shakes her head. "School," she | + | "Two girls," Diana whispers. |
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| + | "They at home?" | ||
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| + | She shakes her head. "School," she says barely aloud. | ||
"And what do you do?" | "And what do you do?" | ||
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"And the kids get home when? Three?" | "And the kids get home when? Three?" | ||
| - | + | She nods again, and you shrug and settle in.<i> Alright, that's enough time.</i> | |
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As you finally pull into a driveway, you realize you still don't know your partner's name. She gets out of the car and walks up to her front door, but stops. She seems to be thinking fervently about something. You go up behind her and grab her ass. "What's your name by the way?" you ask, digging your nails in. "Or would you prefer I just call you whore?" | As you finally pull into a driveway, you realize you still don't know your partner's name. She gets out of the car and walks up to her front door, but stops. She seems to be thinking fervently about something. You go up behind her and grab her ass. "What's your name by the way?" you ask, digging your nails in. "Or would you prefer I just call you whore?" | ||
Revision as of 09:09, 6 August 2015
The entire drive to her house, the redheaded woman keeps her hands gripped around the steering wheel, her knuckles white with something resembling fear. The backseat of the car is a mess, filled with dolls and other children's toys. "You got kids?" you ask, motioning towards it. The woman nods without saying anything, eyes glued to the road. "How many?"
"Two girls," Diana whispers.
"They at home?"
She shakes her head. "School," she says barely aloud.
"And what do you do?"
The woman seems to be bothered by your questions about her life, but she answers nonetheless, "I'm- I'm a personal assistant."
"Personal assistants don't work on Mondays?"
"What?" the woman mutters. You look at her. "I, uh, get the day off. Because my boss needs me on Saturdays."
"And the kids get home when? Three?"
She nods again, and you shrug and settle in. Alright, that's enough time.
As you finally pull into a driveway, you realize you still don't know your partner's name. She gets out of the car and walks up to her front door, but stops. She seems to be thinking fervently about something. You go up behind her and grab her ass. "What's your name by the way?" you ask, digging your nails in. "Or would you prefer I just call you whore?"
The womans starts at your question. "Diana," the she whispers, still staring at her door.
