Ron tests the limits of his power

Ron stood there with his dick half hard and his brain stuck somewhere between terrified and horny. Judith Shaw was about to walk in here dressed like a stripper, acting like a disappointed but still superior version of herself. All because he had told her to. He had to get his breathing under control before she showed up and he couldn't think straight.

The door clicked. The handle turned.

His mother came into the room and holy shit she even walked differently. The heels were gone, replaced with bare feet that made each step slow and deliberate. He hadn’t asked her to do that so he wasn’t sure why she had made that decision. Her hips rolled. The denim skirt rode up her thighs as she moved, exposing more of her legs, showing the curve of her ass on the back swing. The bikini top held her tits like they were merchandise. Ron watched her body do what he hadn’t even had to ask it to do and he could not believe it. She stopped a few feet from him and propped one hand on her hip, the other holding the same grades she had been holding all morning, except now it looked like she had stolen it from a teacher she had just fucked.

She leaned forward a little, showing him more of her cleavage. She licked her lips before she spoke.

"Ronald." Her voice was lower. Smoother. Sexier. "I'm not happy."

She let the sentence hang there like she wanted him to notice how different it sounded coming from that mouth in that outfit.

"These grades..." She shook the paper a little. Not angry. Dismissive. "They're shit. And I'm the one paying for this house. I'm the one stripping to keep the lights on. I don't do it because I like it. I do it because you can't get your shit together."

The old anger was there. But it was wrapped in the new package. She was still Judith, still the woman who ran this house. She just happened to be running it while looking like a cheap whore. Ron felt the heat in his chest. He had told her to be a loser and she had made herself a hot one. The insult in her tone was still enough to spark him.

"So?" he said. He tried to match her casual tone and only half succeeded. "If I fail, I'll just do porn like I've always wanted to. Sex work seems to have worked out for you."

Judith's eyebrows shot up. The sultry look cracked for a second.

"Excuse me?" she said. "That's not funny. I work my ass off to make sure you have a chance at something better than that."

"Better than what?" Ron pushed. "You're dressed like that and you're telling me I need a better job?"

She flinched. Not much, but he saw it. The paper crumpled a little more in her hand.

"I had to do it," she said. "I didn't have a choice. You do. I want you to have a real career."

"Why?" Ron shot back. "So I can be miserable in a powersuit? At least porn pays and I get to fuck people."

The words hung between them. Judith's face was a mix of disgust and disbelief. Ron waited, hoping he hadn't pushed too far. Then he clapped his hands together.

The sound cracked in the room.

Judith's expression shifted instantly to eager. Her eyes lit up like he had just praised her. Her tits bounced in the denim as she shifted on her feet and jumped a little in place.

"How was that, director??" she asked. Her voice was bright. No more sultry. Just a pure performer waiting for a note. "Did I capture Judith's frustration? Did the stripper angle come through?"

Ron swallowed. His throat was dry. She was standing there asking for feedback like she hadn't just been arguing with him about sex work.

"Yeah," he said. "It was good. But I want you to think about something."

"Ok!" She nodded quickly. Ready for the direction.

"Judith, in this scene... she's proud of being self-sufficient, right? Even as a stripper?"

Judith's forehead creased. She thought about it. Actually thought about it, like she was analyzing a character.

"Yeah," she said slowly. "She'd have to be. It's not glamorous, but she does it. She supports the house. That's something to be proud of."

"Right," Ron said. He was building to it, but the blood was rushing in his ears. "So if she's proud of taking her clothes off for money, why would she be mad at me for wanting to do the same thing?"

Judith opened her mouth. Closed it. He could see the wheels turning.

"Because..." she started, then stopped. Her eyes narrowed. "Because it's different?"