Head held high...

Lisa nearly stumbles down the stairs thanks to her inexperience with the heels she was wearing. She'd overestimated her ability to wear the 4-inch heels, she was too keen on not flashing her pussy and ass every other step. Now she understood the trap. There was **** in the matter. Whether Usher had deviously planned that or Lisa had just accidentally stumbled into making the old bastard's day, Lisa had made her bed by choosing to stay here with Usher. But she wasn't going to just let him use her like a sex toy, she was going to establish boundaries. Lisa gently carried herself down each step, trying her best not to end up with a broken neck.

Walking through the store, she found Usher mindlessly standing behind his counter, reading what she saw was a dirty magazine, a woman spreading her pussy lips with her own fingers happily. Usher looked up as she came into the room and smiled lecherously. Upon seeing his smug face, a rage boiled inside of Lisa. His smile fell very quickly when Lisa grabbed one of the guns of a display rack and brandished it at him.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah there Missy!" Usher said putting his hands up.

"You god damn bastard." Lisa said, revolver pointed in Usher's nose. "You took advantage of me."

"No, no, just hang on now! Please calm down!" Usher said.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN? To hell with you, you bastard! You don't get to just play with me like that, unless I want to."
"But you did! You agreed to the bet, I thought you were fine!" Usher said, cowering.

Lisa frowned. That damn bet. She cocked the gun back.

"You rigged the game. You knew- you planned that I'd cum before you! You just knew!"

"How? I thought I would first, your hands were so soft!" He whimpered. His eyes were bugging out of his head, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Lisa looked at him, then back at the gun. How could he have known? More than that, why did she say yes? And above all... why did she like it so much?
"ARGHHHHH!" Lisa threw the gun across the counter, the revolver spinning away as it connected with the wooden counter. She paced a few steps away. Then Lisa stomped around the store, flailing her arms. The more she threw a tantrum, the more her clothes moved around and showed her body, in an almost sensual angry dance. "Damn it. Fine. Fine, FINE! I get it. I know what I agreed to. God damn sunnavabitch. You'll get your favors, blah blah blah. Damn it all to Hell!" She stopped in the middle of the store, head down, breathing heavily.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Usher said, softly.

Lisa didn't answer for a long time. "Yes, yes I would." She sighed out.