Could have fucked her

Ellen stands and starts pacing the room. She crosses her arms over her chest and whispers, “You could have fucked me, you know.”

You cannot believe your ears.

“I wanted you to fuck me,” she continues. “But you didn’t. You were... well, you certainly weren’t a gentleman,” she teased with a giggle.

Your shock and alarm gives way to amusement and you grin at her. Then an idea pops into your head. You hold up the violent pink sexual implement to examine it briefly before deftly tossing it to Ellen.

Surprised, she juggles it momentarily with both hands before getting a good grip on it. She looks from it to you and a flicker of fear crosses her face.

Your grin broadens, “Your turn.”