"No"

You give her a harsh answer, but you think it's the answer she ultimately wants. "I don't respect you." you say.

"You don't" Bethany seems a little shocked. You hope you're playing your cards right. She looks a little like she's been verbally smacked in the face. But you've seen her videos, you know what she likes.

"Do you really want respect?" You lean in and whisper. "A man who respects you will only go easy on you. Is that what you want? A man who sees you as nothing more than a..." you're actually going to say this to Bethany there's no turning back now, "...filthy slut, will give you what you deserve. Tell me, when you look in the mirror do you see someone with any self respect?"

It's incredibly cruel what you just said. You know as much. You can barely believe you said it yourself. But the whole world seems to be melting away. Everything made sense 24 hours ago. But now as you stare at Bethany, stare at her face, her big eyes, nothing makes sense.

She lowers her head and whispers to herself. "Oh my god." you don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. But you feel yourself incredibly paranoid that cruelty was perhaps the wrong response. She looks up at you and speaks quietly. "I can't do this..."

And you're almost positive you've fucked up. You hit her with too much too soon. Still, you think, the girl on the video seemed like someone who'd welcome that kind of treatment. You were only trying to give her what she wanted. You open your mouth to apologize.

"...I can't just stand here any longer. I'm so wet. I'm going to explode." Bethany says, suddenly shedding light on how she really feels.

And you realize this is it, the moment you've been waiting for; the grab her and fuck her moment. You just have to figure out where. A nearby closet or something, maybe. "Follow me." you say.

But she stays put. "No." And you're shocked that she's refusing. "If we do something and get caught we'll get fired." She says, her voice shaking, her lips quivering.

"You don't want this job anyway." you respond.

"But you need it. If you're going to own me, you need an income." She says trembling. She's right. You know she's right.

Your mind races. You stare at Bethany, her pale, skin her brown hair. You feel like you need her at this moment as bad as she needs you. But you can't think of anything. "What do you want?" You ask.

"I don't know." She responds. "I want you to prove what you just said to me. Prove that I'm not respectable."

Of course she doesn't know how. And you realize that if this relationship is a thing that's going to happen you're going to have to start having some kinky ideas, making some decisions and giving some orders.

So you do.