Not yet, make her do something for you, first.

Using all your self-control, you sit back away from Erin. Instinctively, she leans forward to you. The outline of her breasts are even more visible.

"What's next, Mr. Bad Guy?" She asks. It's the first time she's vocally deferred to you all day.

You decide to assert your dominance over Erin with one more thing. It doesn't always need to be sexual with these girls, but, especially in their own environment, making a demand, even a minor one, shows that you're the dominant ****.

"I'll take whatever you've got in that fridge," you nod toward her mini-fridge. Erin is a little surprised, but, not one to ever be flustered, she calmly gets up and walks over to the fridge. Bending down at the waist, she deliberately teases you by keeping her ass in the air. "Get yourself one, too," you add.

Erin takes her time. You bust out a few other little baggies of party ****. She doesn't say anything while she pours you both a drink, yours in a larger container. Being on the top floor, Erin's room is a little hot. The two of you are flushed with heat from the coke, and you, hyper sensitive to the blonde's movements and body, watch beads of sweat form all across her perfect skin.

When she sits back down next to you, Erin's pupils are dilated and her mouth is open enticingly. She's yours if you want her.