"Because I hate you"

"BECAUSE I HATE YOU" Mitch yells, suddenly very angry, "You have ruined every relationship I have ever had. You always swoop in and make my life a living hell!" You smile, glad to see him squirm.

"Oh really now?" you say, "But I'm the one that got you this job?"

"You what now?" Mitch says taken aback.

"Well, a couple of years ago, your daddy begged me to get you a job. He said he'd do anything, give anything. So I agreed, on one condition. Your daddy would become enslaved as my pet fuck bitch. Memories start flooding back. Of Mitch's father on his knees. You discussing, and then memories from the past couple of years. Tons of them. Mitch's father is chained to a wall in your basement. His only food was the cum he could suck from the men you would pimp him out to. Memories of men spraying the ground in their spunk and him ravenously eating it up. The money lining your pockets as you pimped out the slut.

Mitch looked at you with disgust. "That's where he went to? He said he had moved?" Mitch began pacing, "How could you do that to my father."

"He's the one who agreed to it. It's 100% of his own volition." You smile, "Poor man wasn't born to use his brain, only please other men with his body."

Mitch was silent and then asked, "What do you mean, you got this job for me."

"Well, turns out Steven's favorite thing to do is eat ass and well, let's just say both you and him are happy." You smile as you remember Steven's tongue lapping up your hole.

"No, I worked for this job." Mitch said.

"And so did I." you say. Mitch crumples into his chair, utterly defeated.

"Why so glum? You should be thankful agreed. I did you a solid." you say.

"Shut it."