You meet Sabrina back in the theatre lobby. She's sitting in the corner, looking down with wet eyes. You feel a small pang of guilt, but then the rush that comes with having control over such a beautiful young woman takes over.
"I hope you washed your hands," you joke as you approach Sabrina.
She jerks up at the sound of your voice, "Of course I did, that was disgusting."
"If that was so disgusting, why were you so glistening wet?" you ask.
Sabrina shrugs her shoulders and looks away, "Can I leave now? Please?"
"Didn't I tell you there's plenty left to do today?" you scold, "We're going back to my apartment, and I expect Katherine to be there."
"She's got work today, she's a hostess at that diner down the block, can't you leave her out of this today?" Sabrina pleads.
"Not going to happen, I'm asking you nicely first, but don't forget Katherine will do whatever I want if you want me to just ask her directly instead," you respond.
"Okay, okay I'll talk to her," Sabrina says dejectedly. As the two of you walk back to your car, she calls her sister. You hear Sabrina whispering angrily on the phone - something about how Katherine better do this or the two of them are both screwed. By the time you've gotten to the car, Sabrina is done with the phone call.
"Okay, Katherine is going to be over in an hour, she says she has to tell her boss she is feeling sick, then will go home and change and come over to your place," Sabrina says.
"Good work, now let's go home," you reply, as you pull out of the parking lot.
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