Her

“Carrie, I love you. I want you no matter what you do.”

“That is so sickeningly saccharine, but I can work with it. Smell my perfume, Nick.”

She smells of sweet flowers and sex.

“Kiss my hand, Nick.”

You feel the urge to obey her. You grab her hand and kiss it.

“What is that perfume, Carrie?”

“Eu de Obedience, Nick. Smells lovely doesn’t it?”

“Yes…lovely.”

“It’s the latest part of the EvilGlam line.”

You worry you may have made a bad choice, staying with Carrie.

A familiar woman struts into the store. You realize it is the soccer mom from the makeover upstairs. She looks at Carrie.

“So, this little stud is yours.”

Carrie laughs. “Looking hot, Barbara. Yes, this is my man, Nick. Would you like to fuck him?”

“Hell yah, bitch. There’s so many new things I want to try.”

“You can have him tonight, just make sure to bring your little pain in the ass spawn to my party. Nick, please head home and prep our apartment for tonight’s festivities.”

You feel the need to obey her.

“Of course, Carrie.”

You exit the store eager to fulfill Carries desires. You stop at a package store and grab a ton of ****. Then you head home, excited to set up a bar.