Busted

Becca slowly approached the car, eyeing a shirt. She saw her opportunity when the merch guy turned to talk to another guy. She reached into the trunk and tool hold of a shirt. “Hey!” Tasha yelled. “Thief!”

Becca’s eyes widened as immediately the guy turned and got right up in her face. “What do you think you’re doing?!” the guy yelled.

Becca blushed and laughed it off. “I…I was just kidding. I wasn’t going to…”

“Get away now before I have your ass thrown out.”

Becca nodded as she sheepishly ran away. Tasha had a big smile on her face. “Well, well. Look who’s the bitch now.”

“You cheated!” Becca yelled. “That wasn’t part of the bet!”

“That’s funny,” Tasha said. “I don’t remember ever saying we had to play fair. Do you?”

Becca was furious.

“Now… you have two options. You can either be a good girl and obey my every command, or I can force you,” Tasha said. “Now here is my first command. Take. Your. Clothes. Off.”

Becca’s eyes widened.