A woman should dress to please her man.

"Well we definitely need to work on your outfit first," he said as Carrie eased out of his lap. She looked down at herself for a second before returning her attention to the old pervert.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" she said, surprised and notably offended by his remark. She had picked an outfit that was already a bit more revealing than what she would normally wear around anyone, and you certainly thought she looked great in it, so it was odd to hear your grandfather have a problem with it.

"A woman's place is to please her man, and you need to dress to appeal to and please the man of the house," he said, and it seemed clear that he didn't mean you as the man of the house now that he was living here. "So you should be wearing clothes that show off that hot fuckin body, not covering it up like some stupid prudish twat that doesn't know her place."

Carrie was clearly not happy with what he said, but before she could respond your grandfather continued on.

"Honestly I don't know why you picked out some frumpy disgusting shit like that to wear when meeting me, you should've been dressed up from the start to make a nice impression. You seem like a sweet girl but you should have known to flaunt some skin for me. Go get changed into something sexy and slutty, then we can keep working on improving and fixin ya, okay baby doll?"

With that he took a drink of his beer, leaving Carrie speechless. You watched as your girlfriend just stared off for a few seconds, not uttering a word. You could see her gulp, then turn away and start towards her room. Carrie didn't even glance over at you as she marched past to your bedroom. It was hard to tell if she stormed off to pout over your grandfather's harsh words, or to actually obey him and change into something even more revealing. Tiny bits of doubt crept in as you saw just how much of a demanding asshole your grandfather could be, maybe asking Carrie to get dirty and flirty with him wasn't the best idea? Especially if he's going to speak to your girlfriend that way.

You hear the slam of the bedroom door and decide that it's best not to push things and leave Carrie alone for a bit, so you take a seat on the couch on the opposite end of your grandfather as he turns on the TV. You think about mentioning what he said, but starting some sort of argument or fight about how he talks to Carrie in the first hour of him being here might not be a good idea. Before long though you hear the bedroom door open, followed by the sounds of Carrie's footsteps coming down the hall.

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