Accept the loss before things get even further out of hand

“Nah, you win,” Millie said, taking her clothes off. “Let’s just get this over and done with quickly, alright?” She got completely naked, baring her body to Barry, and waited for him to make a move.

To tell the truth, Barry was feeling kinda put off by Millie being such a wet blanket. Yeah... this was unsatisfying. Barry was about to claim the prize he’d been chasing for almost a year, and he was discontent. A bet was a bet, however, and he was still going to collect.

—

“What’s up guys? This video, we have the target I’ve been chasing for... what, a year now? Say hi, Millie!”

“...” Millie looked straight down at the floor as she propped herself up with her hands while Barry had her legs wrapped around him and held on to her hips for extra leverage.

“Not very friendly, huh? That’s ok. Something tells me she’s going to provide her name later anyways!” Barry winked at the camera. “You see, this little slut finally caved and decided to submit to the Barrower. Like all sluts eventually do! So you see, there was no avoiding this, Millie.

“You’re a filthy whore who can’t maintain a long-distance relationship with your sad pathetic boyfriend. Eric, wasn’t it? Such a sad, sorry excuse for a man! And where did that bring you? Back to me.”

His incendiary words had its intended effect. Fight came back into Millie’s eyes, present in the glare she now fixed him with. How dare he insult Eric? How dare he call her a slut? How could she just nonchalantly let this happen?

No more! She wasn’t going to let herself get trampled on any longer!

Millie turned and looked straight forward, now with a goal to achieve: not giving this asshole the satisfaction of submitting to him on camera.

She may get fucked, but she won’t be broken, she decided!