Prelude to powerplay

I had Sophie tell me all about the history between her and Jocelyn.

The more she told me, the more confident I got.

At this point she sounded like someone I could easily manipulate. Sure, I had thought that before, and it fucked up my chances with Anna-Marie’s sister.

But back then, it was pure arrogance. I had assumed stuff like a complete moron.

This time... This time I was actually prepared.

I had a gameplan.

She was waiting exactly where Sophie had asked her to. Right in front of her front door.

Dear God she was a sight.

Those mammoth, juicy tits inside that party dress… How in the hell was Sophie related to this sexy beast?

A definite MILF if I ever saw one.

Her eyes lit up the moment she saw Sophie, and she started running towards us... with her tits jiggling inside her dress like they were happy kids in a bouncy castle.

She clutched onto Sophie and hugged her tight, drowning her daughter inside her titanic cleavage.

“Honey! I love you so much! I know I can always trust my baby!”

“Okay, chill, mom, chill!” Sophie mumbled from somewhere beneath all that titflesh.

Then, finally, Jocelyn’s eyes set on me as well.

“Wait… Who’s this guy?”

She let Sophie unglue herself from her bosom and catch her breath.

“This… This is Jack. My boss.”

“How do you do, ma’am”, I said cordially, extending my hand to her.

She took my hand, eyes narrowing slightly as they drifted over me. Like she was appraising something on display.

“Hmm. I guess he doesn’t look half bad. Are you two banging yet? Can I give him a try?”

“Oh Christ…” Sophie muttered to herself as her flirtatious birthmom was deliberately trying to embarrass her.

I knew the question wasn’t serious, she was just trying to dominate the situation in her own way. I guessed it wouldn't take a massive effort to turn that joke into something more serious, but it would almost certainly be a one-time thing. I knew the type.

I was looking for something more… permanent. And she definitely had the qualifications to be one of my side-toys.

But the very fact she asked this in front of her daughter, already trying to "jokingly" steal her man, confirmed the relationship between the two. And I was sure I could use it to my advantage.

“Actually, yes. Me and Sophie are banging,” I said bluntly.

Both women were a little stunned. Jocelyn let go off my arm, and was now evaluating me in a whole different way.

She turned to Sophie, who just looked away in shame.

“Oh. Wow. That's not a joke, is it? Well... That's great! I'm so happy you finally found some action, babe!” she said, nudging Sophie with her hips.

“Can you please, just…” Sophie muttered, not sure how to end her sentence.

Then, Jocelyn turned a stern, motherly expression towards me.

“Just as long as you’re not taking advantage of her, right? I mean all hanky-panky is fine and cool with me, but I wouldn’t want you abusing my little girl, got it?”

She even pushed a pointed finger against my sternum to make the point completely clear.

“Actually… That’s partly why I’m here. Sophie, open the door, would you? So we can continue this conversation in more private.”

Sophie nodded obediently and quickly let us inside her apartment.

This was the first time I had been to Sophie’s apartment. In many ways, it was like her. Quiet and unassuming with small size and plain-colored furniture, but artsy and unique in some small ways, like the weirdly-shaped coffee table and dozens of ceramic birds with wild colors on nearly every surface.

It was immediately… cozy.

Jocelyn was starting look suspicious, but waited in silence for me to continue.

I walked next to Sophie.

“You see… Things are kinda like that.”

“Kinda like… what?” she asked.

I took a clump of Sophie’s hair, making her turn her head upwards to me.

“Kneel,” I said to her face, in my darkest monotone.

Sophie kneeled almost immediately. Not even the presence of her mother could override the power I already had over her.

Jocelyn didn’t gasp, but she was genuinely speechless.

“As you can see… Me and Sophie already have a… special kind of relationship. With clearly defined power structures. Both in work… and in free time. Do you understand me?”

Jocelyn’s eyes flicked between me and Sophie, as she crossed her arms beneath her mammoth tits, accidentally making them look even bigger. Once again, Sophie tried her best to avoid all eye contact with her.

“So… This is like a BDSM thing or something like that?”, she finally asked.

“Something like that,” I answered.

“…Yeah, sure, fine. You guys do whatever the hell you want in the bedroom. I don’t care. I’m not a fucking prude. If you knew, like half the stuff I’ve done… This is like so mild. I’m just happy that Sophie here finally has a man in her life. I’ve been afraid for so long that she’s going to grow up to be a sad little spinster, with her surly attitude. Like, I thought her vajayjay would freeze over and fall off. And, as long as she’s happy… You’re happy, right, Soph?”

Sophie looked up at me, questioningly.

I gave her nothing. She should be smart enough to know how to answer this.

Sophie coughed a bit. “As… As long as he’s happy… I’m happy.”

Not the answer I expected, but I guess that worked as well.

“He must be giving you good dicking, right?”, Jocelyn asked in a more jovial way this time.

Once again, Sophie coughed. She wasn’t about to answer, till I prodded her with my shin.

“Well… Yeah. When… When I’ve deserved it.”

Sophie said the final words so quietly, even I barely heard them. But it was great. She was truly going along with the act.

…Was it an act anymore?

Jocelyn giggled enthusiastically. “Aw man! Great! You gotta tell me more about this some time! But… Right now, like I told you on the phone, I really need-“

I held up my hand to make her stop.

“And now we are getting to the part why I’m here.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t tell you about me and Sophie’s relationship just to pass the time. You needed to understand who’s calling the shots here.”

“Meaning what?”, she asked, the features of her face tightening.

I sat down on a comfy looking chair, with Sophie still kneeling at my feet.

“I control Sophie’s life completely. That means her money… is my money. She has told me of the numerous, numerous times you have asked for loans, booze, a place to sleep, whatever. And, in return, you have… Remind me again, what have you done… exactly?”

Jocelyn was clearly growing furious, but was still trying to restrain herself.

“What. The fuck. Is this bullshit. Sophie?”, she asked, turning to the kneeling woman.

“Don’t talk to Sophie,” I continued. “You’re talking with me.”

She laughed derisively. “And what in the world makes you think I'm going to talk about my relationship with Soph- with my daughter, with you?”

“Then allow me to answer for you. You have done nothing. You’ve only taken, taken and taken. Well… Now the piggy bank is closed.”

She stamped her foot furiously, like a little child throwing a tantrum.

“Oh FUCK YOU! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING! ANYTHING ABOUT ME AND SOPHIE AND OUR LOVING RELATIONSHIP! How dare you try to come between- You’re disgusting! This- Oh, I see now. Yes, you’re blackmailing Sophie, aren’t you? Fuck, maybe I should call the cops or something? You’re clearly holding her against her-“

“No he’s not,” Sophie quietly muttered from my feet.

“What?”

“I said… He’s not. I… I choose this.”

Then, suddenly…

Sophie was hugging my left leg.

This move stunned both me and Jocelyn.

…Okay. Two possibilities.

Sophie was deeper in the Stockholm syndrome than I thought she was…

…or she was happy that I was putting a stop on Jocelyn’s borrow-fest through her life.

Either way... it killed Jocelyn’s rant on the spot.

She gave me one final, evil stare, and turned towards the door. She had had enough.

“But…” I said, making her halt in place. “I didn’t say it was impossible for you to… earn that money.”

She turned around, slowly. “Excuse me?”

I took out an envelope, and placed it on the coffee table.

“There’s the money you have been begging from Sophie for weeks. A thousand dollars. To help with bills, rent, running expenses like… clubbing, I guess?”

Jocelyn was immediately making a grab for the envelope, but I pulled it away.

“I said the piggy bank’s closed. No more free handouts. But this… This can be earned.”

She sighed in annoyance, once again considering just leaving the apartment.

But she wouldn’t. The money was too important.

“And what would I have to do?”

I smiled, petting Sophie’s hair.

“Let’s negotiate.”