Candy gives in

She thought about it, and took a drink. Her mind raced. She knew without a doubt this savage little bastard would do everything he said. He was the kid who pulled the wings off of flies in middle school. She thought about her goddamned husband who had driven her to drink in the first place. A savage thought crossed her mind, and even now, brought a smile to her face.

"Okay Ronnie. Let me get lit first." she said. His hands stopped on her breasts. He couldn't believe the ploy had worked. She looked up at him, her eyes wet with bottled tears. She drank and drank and drank. He backed up, and let her get good and hammered. When she had finished well over half the bottle, she stood on shaky legs.
"Mmmkay. I'm ready." Candice slurred as she stumbled passed him into the bedroom.

Ronnie pried his eyes off of her long enough to set up the Low Light camera on the dresser as she struggled to pull her top off. Candice turned, her perky breasts raised in defiance. "Okay, you vicious piece of shit. Lets get this over with." She slid her yoga pants down, revealing her shaved, immaculate sex. Candy stood there, swaying, but defiant. Ronnie was stunned. He wasn't expecting this at all.

Candy sighed and rolled her eyes. "Well, C'mon. This ish what you wannid, right?" she slurred, and stumbled back onto the bed. She took another drink, and mockingly laid back and spread her legs. Ronnie surprised himself, and blushed. He didn't think it was going to go like this. His cock pulsed painfully in his jeans, but he wasn't sure.