Not quite

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Even after what had just happened between the two of you, Diane was really trying to pull one over on you and use your little escapade together as **** to protect herself. The audacity of this bitch was uncanny. It was time to show her that your dominant nature extends beyond the way in which you fuck.

"Not quite." You say, standing from your chair and walking around behind Diane.

Her head turns to follow you with a bewildered gaze as you slowly make your way to stand behind her in her chair. Her beady eyes remind you of her daughter's as she looks up to meet your gaze. As you continue speaking, you reach down and grab both of her nipples, squeezing lightly and affording a soft moan from her.

"See, if I'm going to be risking my company on you, I'll need to be getting a little more in return."

You squeeze a little harder on her nipples, causing her eyes to flitter shut and her mouth to open to release the softest of breaths.

"What more do you want?" She asks, her voice in a lust drunk haze.

"I want you. If you want my protection... for me to cover up your mess... you will be mine. Both mind and body." You say, starting to play roughly with her whole breasts now.

"But I'll... I'll tell my daughter." She replies, trying to regain the upper hand, all the while her body appears to be submitting to your hands.

At this you release your grip on her breasts and return to your side of the table. Here, you grab your mobile phone from your trouser pocket and open it up to Tracy's page in your contents, showing it to Diane.

"Go ahead. Tell her. I think you'll be quite surprised at her response."

Diane looks at you quizzically, unsure as to the meaning of your taunt.

"You're bluffing." She says, awakening from her lustful daze.

You slide your phone across the table to her.

"Hit the call button. See for yourself."