Attitude Adjustments

Karina comes out of the hallway staring down at her phone, seemingly ignoring you. She slumps dramatically into the couch, never taking her eyes off the screen, and kicks her feet up on the coffee table. She somehow manages to make skinny jeans and a leather jacket look relaxed. You make your move.

"Karina, would you rather be nice to me at all times or be uncontrollably aroused by me?" you ask.

She looks straight at you, one eyebrow raised and an angry look on her face. "I guess I'd rather be nice to you, but what kind of-" Her expression softens. "Oh. That's an interesting question, though. Nice job."

Damn. You'd been sure she'd have picked aroused. Her new attitude also strikes you as uncomfortably patronizing. You'll have to correct it.

You take a sip of the coffee and gag a little at the flat taste. She notices your expression and sits up. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

"It's fine," you mumble. "It's just really bad coffee."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She stands up. "Let me run and get some fresh grounds. Or would you like me to pick something up from a coffee shop?"

You look at her almost-earnest expression. While it's true that she's being nicer to you, it feels like she's just going through the motions of being nicer without actually wanting to be nice. You wonder how far you can push this.

"You know what, forget about the coffee. It's not important." You steel your nerves. "Would you be nice and take off your clothes?"

She pauses, and for a moment you worry you've gone too far. Then she gives a weak smile and nods. "Sure, if you want me to."

Her leather jacket is placed neatly on the couch while the rest of her clothes wind up in a pile on the floor. Her plain white t-shirt and jeans were hiding shiny black underwear, sturdy-looking but still sexy enough for your tastes. She stands there in just a bra and panties, smiling awkwardly, arms folded across her chest as you gawk at her body. She has a few tattoos around her midrift and on her shoulders, and you notice a small rose on her wrist that would ordinarily be covered by a sleeve. You can tell from her expression that she's uncomfortable with your staring, but is acting too nice to say anything.

"Take those off too," you say. "Please." If she could be disingenuous, so could you.

She nods and unclips the bra, letting it slide down her arms and drop to the coffee table. Her panties are pushed down and kicked aside, and she places a hand over her crotch and a forearm across her tits. From what you saw of her breasts, they're not particularly large, but they are nicely shaped and evenly tanned. You're surprised to find her completely shaven below the belt.

You step forward and point at her chest. "I'd like to play with these, if you'd be so kind."

She drops her arm and watches you with a slightly pained expression as feel her up, hefting her small breasts and tweaking her nipples. She barely reacts, even when you grope both at the same time and pull on them hard, her fake smile plastered on. You start to move one hand down her side and over her hips and she sucks in a breath but makes no move to stop you as you push aside the hand covering her crotch. Her pussy feels dry, even as you rub and tease its folds. She clearly is not interested in whatever's going on here.

You decide to fix that.

"Would you rather be happy to do whatever I tell you or be perpetually aroused when in my presence?"