Makin' that cash

My hand was loosely hanging next to Janice's tit.

She tried shifting on the seat and scuttling away from me, but all I needed to was tighten my grip around her neck. I wanted her very close to me.

Eventually... she got the point.

Good little doggy.

Michelle was having trouble focusing on the road. She kept glancing at the rearview mirror to see what the two of us were doing.

The eerie silence inside the car was painful.

I wanted to start playing with them already... but it's not like I owned them.

Michelle was +69 and Janice +71. There was still plenty of space there for free will.

I needed to be... at least somewhat subtle with what I did.

So... I began rhythmically, yet casually, tapping on Janice's tit. Humming a tune to make it more believable.

She immediately started breathing in quicker.

My hand was very much hitting her weak spot. Constantly.

I changed my tapping every once in a while, getting closer and closer to her nipple... sometimes just one move away from actually pinching it.

I knew the anticipation had to be killing Janice. It had been multiple days now since I last pinched them.

I'm sure she couldn't get sleep without some kind of instruments squeezing them.

They would never be a match for these hands.

She had to be so **** that she wouldn't mind me pinching them right now, even with her sister in the car. Her sister, who was still clearly observing everything I was doing to her through the mirror.

Yet neither of them still said a word.

Good. The Reynolds were slowly turning into my very obedient little playthings.

Just as long as I don't cross the lines too hard and too suddenly.

But... there was something I actually needed to discuss with doggycunt here.

"So, Janice... have you thought about my business proposal?"

"Bus... Business... What?"

Her mind seemed to be very distracted with my hand still casually playing around with her tit.

"You know... The 200 thousand dollar proposal..."

She perked up.

I'm sure my extremely humiliating offer to pinch her nipples for 200 thousand dollars hadn't left her mind the moment I said it.

Yeah, sure, at first she resented the offer with every bone in her body... But that was three days ago.

Three whole days. With her nipples screaming for my hands every single second.

Nothing else for her to think about while she crawled around her house naked.

My guess... the offer didn't seem all that bad now.

"What- What are you guys talking about?" Michelle spoke up, all of a sudden.

Trust her to be extra interested when money was mentioned.

"Why don't you focus on the road, dear. This is business talk, probably too much for your pretty little head."

Michelle grumbled in annoyance, but turned her eyes back to the road.

Janice looked really confused.

"Wait... Michelle? Jack? How... How can you... Allow him to talk to you like that? Also, why are you wearing-"

"It's a long story, we'll get to it later," I cut Janice off. "But... back to my proposal..." I said, as I landed my hand on top of her tit. Just a tad rougher this time. Enough to make her... feel it. She twitched like a small electric shock had just ran through her body. "...Are you still against it?"

She fidgeted in her seat. Michelle was still very clearly observing us... so she opted to get closer to my ear, and whisper.

Very softly and quietly.

"If... If you want money... so badly... Can I pay you for... not turning me into that... that... animal again?"

Huh. Interesting.

So she thought money could save her from me?

I didn't feel like whispering. "Yeah... sure. You can pay for that. But if you do... the other deal is off the table. For good."

"W-What do you mean?"

I guess I needed to be clearer. I whispered into her ear.

"If you choose that option... I will never, ever squeeze your nipple again."

"C-can't I choose b-both? I- I can pay d-double," she whispered again, her voice sounding a lot more **** this time.

Wait.

She had 400 grand available?

Well, maybe not readily available... Paying that much might make her bankrupt...

But okay. It was good to know how much money I could get out her. If I really needed to.

"Nope. You can choose only one."

"Why?!" she said angrily, not even bothering to whisper this time.

"Because I feel like it."

She turned around and pouted angrily... but my hand around her head made sure she still stayed next to me.

Great. I was going to make her choose between a clear, dehumanizing affliction... and an addiction.

There was only one sensible choice to make... but addicts are not that sensible.

To make the choice easier for her, I kept tapping her tit again.

This time flicking the nipple through the shirt a few times as well.

I'm not sure if Michelle's eyes caught that... but if they did... she still remained silent.

This was a nice little bind for Janice. Choosing the pinching would mean accepting her fate as a dog.

Very humiliating, some would say.

Damn, I could get even a few points from this.

I just needed to word it like an order.

I grabbed Janice's chin, and turned her head to me.

"Tell me your answer. Option A... or Option B?"

To emphasize which choice was which, I flicked her right nip real hard after saying Option B.

Normal people would react to that with an "Ow!"... but I think I heard her sighing in pleasure.

Thankfully, Michelle just missed it. She had to focus on the crossroads in front of her.

Janice thought about it for a few, agonizing seconds.

Then she looked deep into my eyes.

"I... I choose... Option A."

Haha, great, now-

Wait...

Option A?

That was the... the wrong choice.

Wait, did she get the options mixed up?

I whispered in her ear to make it clearer. "Option B is the one where I squeeze-"

"I know." The bitch actually interrupted me. "I- Just want to be free. Please. Please let me go," she whispered again.

...

Well now.

I didn't expect this much willpower from a +71. Definitely not.

What a resolute woman.

Was she planning to live her whole life without my hands on her tits?

Did she really think she could handle that?

...No, she definitely couldn't. She was going through some delusions of power or something.

I mean... She couldn't, right? There was no way?

...

What was the play here now? Should I just... honor the request?

She would pay me 200k, and... I would never push the dog-activation again?

...

Well, you know, yeah, I guess I could actually do that.

That would be the smart choice.

Do this for her... And eventually, when she comes back on her hands and knees, begging me to squeeze her tits... Even willing to pay for it again, even willing to be turned to a dog again...

I'd have total, sweet victory.

...How long would that take?

Maybe she'd break down in a day... maybe two... Perhaps a week?

Not a month, surely? ...Or...

Damn. Her eyes... She wasn't showing any signs of addiction anymore.

Just her annoying willpower and resolution.

The cunt was so proud that she was able to pick choice A.

She had defeated me.

She looked so... pleased with herself.

...

No.

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't let that smug bitch win. Not even for a second.

I wanted to do this my way.

I started laughing.

Janice looked at me oddly, as I leaned into her ear again.

"There was never an option A, you stupid cunt. You'll always be my little fuckpuppy, and there's nothing you can do about that. However... You can still pay me that 200k for inflicting pain on your udders. Just say the words."

Oh yes. The expression on her face was priceless.

All that hope... turning into shock and bewilderment... and then into pure anger and rage.

Maybe I made the stupider decision in the long run... But it felt so good to see that.

She was done with whispering.

"Fine. FINE! You f-f-f-FUCKER! I'LL PAY YOU! JUST- JUST FUCKING DO IT!!" (JANICE +4SP) (+75SP)

"Janice! Dear God! What are you shouting about?!" Michelle asked, so shocked by the sudden volume that she almost swerved the car.

"Focus on the road, dear. Your driving skills... they are really disappointing me."

"Oh... Oh, oh... I'm... I'm sorry..." Michelle muttered, slouching herself behind the wheel.

She was clearly in some kind of physical pain. As well as she should be. Her housewife-trait was activating again. I'm sure disappointing me in her duties felt like the most bitter pill one could swallow.

Surely she would focus more on the road now, and leave me and Janice to our discussion.

I turned back to Janice, who was still fuming and gritting her teeth. She hated me with every fiber of her being, yet couldn't wait for me grab those titties and yank them with all my might.

However... I withdrew my arm off her shoulder.

"What... What the fuck are you doing now?" she shrieked.

"Oh. It's nice that we have a deal. We'll finish the transaction once I have the money on my bank account."

"What?! I can't- That'll take- I can't just- just get a sum like that in, in..."

"Well. I can't help you until the services have been paid for."

She was so shaky with anger I expected her to lunge at my throat.

But, surprisingly...

She calmed herself down.

It was... very weird.

"Just remember..." she said in a quiet, menacing voice, "You chose this."

After that... she just said nothing.

I had nothing to say either.

Neither did Michelle, who was making extra sure that she was best driver in the world now.

After a lengthy drive, we finally found a suitable location for my plans.

A beautiful green hill...

With nobody else around.

I ordered everyone out of the car.

"That's right girls! We're going to have a fun picnic to remember!"

No cheers for my enthusiastic attitude. Both of them just moping, dreading their destinies.

Fine. Be that way.

Michelle picked up the picnic-basket from the car and I chose the perfect spot with the most perfect view.

Damn. This was actually looking pretty god damn nice.

Yeah, well, except for Michelle's burnt food and shitty muffins. But I'd get to that later.

The sun was shining, there was cozy little breeze...

After all the shit I had gone through, it felt like I could finally relax.

It felt like I was living the good life.

Especially with these two deliciously sexy brunettes here with me. Both wearing clothes with generous cleavages.

The sexy little minxes were tempting me with their bodies.

Both had been such arrogant, rich cunts. It took just one real man to tame them.

Maybe one day they'll learn to love this new dynamic between us.

Probably not.

Maybe it was more fun that way.

"Alright girls... I feel like all three of us have been through a lot lately. Haven't we?"

Two small nods.

"That's right. I honestly think this will be good for all of us. Just... relax, and enjoy the nature. And you know... here, out in the wilderness... I'm sure we can really let ourselves go, and... just learn to appreciate each other, right?"

I gave them a sleazy little wink.

They looked worried.

Well... Michelle did. Janice looked... odd.

It was hard to explain what it was.

Like she was in her own head or something. Squeezing her fist tightly.

I guess I was quite cruel with her in the car.

If she was good girl for the rest of the day... I might even reward her.

I turned to grab a tube of disposable plastic cups...

...and when I turned back...

Janice was in front of me now.

Holding a knife.

Pointed right at my heart.

Michelle screamed.