She was early.

Thankfully, by keeping an eye on her profile, I could tell when she was coming over. I did set up some recording equipment, just in case, given how threatening she’d been earlier and coming early probably meant trying to catch me alone.

Or being so eager, she couldn’t wait.

I was dressed casually. I considered dressing up for it, suit, tie, the whole nine yards, but in the end, I was going for ‘effortless power/dominance’ and it wasn’t like I’d been dressed up yesterday. I opened the door and drank in the sight of her in her little black dress, though I didn’t do so obviously.

She tried to push her way in, as I said hello. But I simply stood there and didn’t give way and she ran herself right into my chest, as she’d clearly expected me to give way. Her small breasts pressed against me and I stared down into her large, light eyes, “Hello, Chloe,” I said again as she stood there for a moment. One arm on the door, the other on the doorjam, I obviously wasn’t holding her close, but she hadn’t retreated and if she stayed pressed against me like that, then my body was going to react, which she would feel.

“Are you seriously going to not let me in?”

“Why would I? I didn’t invite you here. Besides the fact that we barely know each other, this isn’t the best neighborhood,” that was true, but it was just fine, for Gotham, but probably not from her perspective, “for a kid like you.”

“Come on, I’m just here for lunch,” she ground her hips against my groin and despite myself, I felt my cock stirring as did she and she smiled.

I frowned. “You weren’t invited. And the others aren’t here, yet.”

“So...we’re alone?” she asked, looking up at me, her breath brushing against my chin, she’d clearly just had a mint or something. “Let me in.”

“Say please.”

“Please.” +1 SP (Chloe: +52). So little...probably because she thought it was part of the game she thought she was playing.

“No,” I said, more to see what she’d do than to actually deny her.

Her eyes flashed angrily. “Let me in, or I’ll scream!”

“In this neighborhood? All that’ll do is mark you as a victim and you don’t wanna be a victim down here.” I cocked my head, bringing my mouth close to her ear. “Or maybe you do. Is that why you’re here?”

“I’m not a victim! I’m not a child! I’m a grown woman!”

The man across the hall opened the door and Chloe blushed stepping back. He started to say something, but I focused on him and glared. Intimidating Presence did its work and he retreated back inside, grumbling about moving.

“If that’s the case, there’s only one reason a ‘grown woman’ comes over to a man’s place while he’s all alone, dressed in a little black dress. Is that why you’re here?”

She looked around the hallway we were standing in and I wondered if I’d pushed her too much and she was going to storm off. But as I’d sort of expected, until I actually made a move, she wasn’t going anywhere. Even with her SP, I thought that if I did make a move, she’d laugh, announce victory, and run off.

“If I’m a kid, then that hard-on in your pants is real gross,” she countered, not answering me.

I smirked, “That’s not an answer. Answer me.”

“Of course it’s why I’m fucking here!” +4 SP (Chloe: +56).

“Sorry, I’ve got a girlfriend,” I said, moving to shut the door.

“WH—what?!?” she started loud, but ended quiet with a glance at the door across the hall.

“Did I stutter?”

“Then why ask?”

“Because, I wanted to see if you were enough of an adult to admit what you wanted. Since you are, I guess I may have been overdoing it with the whole ‘you’re a kid thing.’ I’m sure you’re at least half as grown up as Kali. And she’s married to your father!” I said with a false smile.

She sputtered indignantly at that.

“But, if you’re willing to agree to be good, I don’t have any problem with having lunch with you.”

She nodded, but I just stared until she said, “Fine, I’ll be good.” +1 SP (Chloe: +57)

I dropped my arm and let her in. “Everyone else will be here in a bit,” I said and walked away, preparing lunch. She followed, coming up behind me while I was cutting peppers, which was not a good choice, fortunately, I heard her coming and didn’t react as she reached around, hugging me tightly, pressing her tits against my back and grabbing my cock through my jeans.

Despite myself, my cock was hardening in her grasp. I ignored that. “Tell me, is this your idea of being good?”

She laughed, in what she clearly thought was a seductive manner in my ear. “I’ve had no complaints.” No SP gain, too much of an order she wanted to follow.

“I still have a girlfriend.”

“Oh, come on!” I heard her stomp and then she recovered, trying to act like the adult she was. “You know you want me. Your girlfriend isn’t half as hot as—” I lifted my phone to show her a photo on my phone. It was a shot of Asa, all dolled up professionally as she was off to an interview for an old job, back when we’d initially gotten together.

Her hand continued rubbing at my bulge through my jeans as she recovered. “Well, she doesn’t have to know and I can do things for you she’d never do!”

I laughed at that and swiped right to a short clip I’d taken from Andre’s computer.

The short video of Asa cumming with my dick up her ass and, quite vocally agreeing how pleasant it was filled the apartment with the sounds of her pleasure and made me harden further, again silencing Chloe.

“I meant that I’m rich, dummy, not that I’d be sluttier than your whore girlfriend!”

I turned around and pushed her back against the wall. Her legs spread instinctively as she tried to mount me and tried to kiss me, but when I didn’t catch her legs, or angle my head, they slid down my side and she kissed my nose. “No, your father is rich. You have nothing, but what he gives you and this body,” I ground against her just a bit, then pulled her hand down to the STD tester right next to us and pushed a finger down on it.

It blinked and flashed…