Show her what you can do

Cherry acts tough, but there’s no resistance when you take the lead. Your timing has to be right, but you have good instincts for women like this. You let her find an appreciation for your cock with her hand, then hold her gaze for a few moments to let the chemistry pop a little. Then you slide your hand around to the back of her neck and give her some guidance.

Cherry goes with it, leaning over into your lap. You’re too big to fit in her mouth, but her tongue still feels good. For all her meanness, she seems to enjoy just a little tenderness mixed with firmness. You stroke her hair and encourage her, then slide your hand down her lithe body.

She looks up at you meaningfully, and you don’t react. Cherry squirms, then starts to make her move, intending to climb on top of you.

You don’t allow that. Instead, you push her flat on the sofa and climb on top. Everything you do is tailored to keep her heart racing. The pauses, the ambiguity. Now it’s time for passion. You pull the wet crotch of her panties aside and enter her.

As soon as you’re inside, she loses any pretense of dignity. Her legs wrap around your waist and her nails drag across your back. Luckily, your suit gives you some protection from that, but not from how tight she is. You hiss in pleasure and control yourself; finishing first will not serve your agenda here. Instead of thrusting like you mean it, you rest your weight on top of the smaller woman and rock your whole body to give her movement and stimulation.

“Yes, yes, more,” she pleads, clutching at your back.

You frustrate her with the occasional hard thrust that makes her scream, then slowing down. She’s so active that if you weren’t pinning her, she would writhe out from under you despite herself. Her pussy has a lot of personality, squeezing, clenching, and doing its best to keep you from pulling out. But you’re bigger and stronger, so you set the pace. You make it slow and firm, ignoring her pleading until there are tears in her eyes.

Then you pound her until she shrieks and cums. You stay on top, buried to the hilt for a full ten seconds before you pull out. You sit back with a sigh and tuck away your cock, then zip up your suit.

Shuddering, Cherry turns on her side, your cum leaking out of her to drip over her pale thighs. She curls up. You can’t see her face from this angle, but you’re guessing that she looks satisfied.

She finally sits up, having come to her senses a little. Her look of neutrality isn’t very convincing when she’s so red and sweaty. You say nothing as she moves the damp crotch of her panties back into place and sits up, doing her best not to show how good she must feel.

She takes a deep breath and clears her throat.

“You’re cute,” you say mildly.

She shoots you a look, but she likes it.

“We gonna do business?” you ask.

She hesitates. “We can try,” she says warily. Yes, she’s back to normal now. And Cherry is not stupid. You have not put her under your spell; she is not lovesick for you, but she wants to make use of you and she wants to like you. It’s a start.

She stands up and whips off her shirt without hesitation or any self-consciousness, and you enjoy the view as she uses it to wipe the semen from her thighs.

“Wait here,” she says, walking out of the room topless. You turn and look over the back of the sofa to appreciate the view of her pert little ass, then you relax. You came hard just now. Cherry isn’t Daisy, but delicate redheads do something special to you. Maybe it goes both ways. Cherry wants to see more of you, and maybe you want to see more of her. Maybe it would be fun to fool around with her without the pressure of having to optimize the experience. Maybe Cherry wouldn’t be such a bitch to Queen Tess all the time if she could let off a little steam.

She comes back in a clean shirt, holding a packet wrapped in brown plastic.

She sits on the arm of the sofa and stares at you, all business.

“You have to find out where Boss Murphy keeps my shit,” she says.

“And bring it back?”

“No. Put this in there,” Cherry says, holding up the package.

“You don’t want your product back?”

“We can make more, and nobody’s going to steal more from us. I’m onto Boss Murphy. How do you think we caught those two stupid little pricks?” Cherry asks with a snort. “Do we have a deal?”

“That’s all I have to do?”

“That’s all,” she says.

You’re suspicious. Cherry is dangerous, but this appears to be a favorable deal. You have successfully distracted her from the D.I.C.K. device, so she has no collateral. That gives you some freedom in what you do next, but you recognize that you’re in deep now.

Shell and the Sisterhood of Steel.

Boss Murphy and the residents of New Gurlberg.

Reggie and Chastity.

And now the Free Gurls.

Whatever you do, someone is not going to be happy about it. Or is there a way to have your cake and eat it too?

You have some time to think about it because you’ll have to pretend to break Shiv and Shank out. The best way to do that is to wait until it’s dark, then the Free Gurls will give you the opening you need to convincingly sneak them out.

In the meantime, should you…

…explore the Free Gurls hideout to gain key tactical information?

…or get to know the Free Gurls to build up the relationship?