Oh right, her tits are out.

I turned around and saw Janet's tits. Actually, I saw Janet with a lewd expression on her face, which then drew me to her tits. Gone was the **** stare, and in its place was... horny.

"Frank... I'm so sorry for all the problems I caused you. I thought you were trying to attack me, can I please make it up to you? Please?" She grabbed my groin, her intentions were not subtle. She knew she was sexy and she knew how to wield it. But I am not some paltry virgin that can be baited with a nice set of tits.

"Put your tits away, Janet. I'm not going to let you honey trap me into another bogus sexual **** charge right after trying to get me arrested. Especially not out in public. I'm better than tha-"

"Even if you can take my anal virginity in a hot tub?" She said plainly, putting her dress back on.

"Yeah sure let's do it." I reply immediately. What was I saying before? Something about not being a loser virgin? Well that's out. "Your place or mine?"

She giggled "Mine has the hot tub..." she gets in really close, squeezing my groin once again, and whispers in my ear "...master."

It... did something to me. I had never really had a power play fetish, and I'm still not sure I do, but when Janet called me master... something connected. A feeling in my spine that reminded me of the feeling from earlier. When I felt like I started down a road from which there was no turning back, this felt like the next step down that road. I was beginning to understand. The coin was responsible for this. She still had it in her hand. I take her other hand in mine and begin heading to the parking lot with a giggling Janet in tow.

My mind is moving at a million questions a minute. What did he do to the coins? He said something about girls receiving them, and joining my team, right? Oh man, how literal was he being? She went from super hostile to calling me master, did I... enslave her with the coin? What about the rest? I have like a hundred of them, can I have a hundred slaves? Is her Jacuzzi nice? Is her asshole nice? Where's her car?

Actually, let's go with that one. "Janet, where's your car?" She starts skipping (not really, but she was so bubbly at the moment it certainly felt like skipping) toward a green luxury convertible and presents it like an old racecar bunny. "Is this acceptable, master?" She says, a little too loudly for my poor virgin heart. I hope no one else heard it. I quickly get in the car.

When we arrive at her apartment complex, I'm stunned. This is a luxury place right next to the city's main park. She must be loaded. Another question to add to the pile, I suppose. When we arrive at her floor, I note that despite the large building, there aren't many apartments per floor. Each apartment must be huge. We enter her place and she heads to... her jacuzzi. She starts it running and then immediately she drags me to the bedroom.

She starts taking off her clothes again, but also has a remorseful look on her face. "Frank, again I'm really for getting you in trouble earlier. I'll take any punishment you want, but before you do, can I have a chance to make it up to you... master?" She turns her apology into a seduction, and I quickly fall prey. I start taking off my clothes slowly to avoid them getting caught on something and embarrassing myself and then she sits me on the bed. "I'll start off slow. Each orgasm will be better than the last, master. I guarantee i-WOAH!" She looked surprised, her eyes transfixed on my dick. "I thought you seemed big when I grabbed you earlier, but you didn't tell me you were HUGE, Master!"

I couldn't tell if she was serious, considering she was trying to turn me on right now, but regardless it worked. Being told I had a huge cock made me feel masculine. I grabbed her shoulders and **** her to her knees. "If you were really impressed with it, you would be making it feel good right about now." I said, that repressed powerplay fetish rearing its head again.

She wasted no time. She put it right next to her face, as if it were a ruler, and then licked it from base to tip. When she got to the top, she began gorging on it and forcing as much into her mouth and throat as she could. My head shot back and I looked at the ceiling It was _sublime, _I wonder which part felt best? Could it have been the literal sensation? Having a wet, energetic mouth doing everything in its power to give nothing but pleasure? Could it have been the power? Having turned what could most easily be described as a domineering bitch into an accommodating slut?

I couldn't tell, I was too busy enjoying it. When I looked back down at her, her eyes were smiling at me, she had never looked anywhere except where my eyes were. She wanted me to cum _hard. _I couldn't take it anymore, I was too new to this. I grabbed her head, **** myself down as far as I could, and released. I must have been there for longer than I should have, when I pulled out, she gasped for air a little too much for comfort.

"Was that *cough" sufficient, master?" she asked, her breath still ragged. I was breathing heavily, too. My heart was very happy with what just happened.

"That was okay for now, Janet. But I think you promised me something else."

Janet got the message. She stood up and brought me back to the Jacuzzi room.