Final Test

Lilian was wearing designer jeans, heels, and black silk v-neck, sleeveless shirt. Her hair was held stiffly in place and her make up was tasteful and perfect. In person, her features were even sharper, cheekbones that looked like they could cut you, a slightly pointed chin, and thin nose. She had no wrinkles, and her C cups looked like they were filled with helium.

I walked up to her, pointed the ring at her and pressed the blue stone.

"Give it to me," she said with an annoyed look as she held out her hand.

"Invite me back to your place," I said.

"Come back to my place," She said. "Wait, what? No, just hand me the envelope."

"Don't talk unless i give you permission," I said quietly.

She opened her mouth to speak, but just stood there with her mouth open. A scared look came across her face.

"Go back to your condo and take me with you," I said.

Looking around with her eyes as if to plead for help, she turned and went to the elevator. The door was still open as no one had summoned it. We entered the elevator, and she hit the button for the 14th floor.

"You are all mine, bitch," I said. "You must obey me." I decided to test this power. "Orgasm!" I said forcefully.

Lilian's body shook, and she gasped. She looked at me, pleading with her eyes for me to stop.

"Interesting," I said. We waited silently until we got to the 14th floor. The doors opened, and we stepped out into the hall. The building has four units per floor, and hers was not too far away. We went to her place and entered. The place was very nice. There was a short hallway that led to a spacious living room. On the coffee table were various fashion magazines. An empty fire place with a marble mantel was on once side and above the mantle was an oil painting of Lilian wearing a white dress in front of a fountain. "God, how fucking vain," I said.

She just stood silently.

I turned to her. "You will not try to hurt me, escape from me, or ask anyone for help."

Lilian just stood there, scared and silent.

"Now, you know you have to obey me, and I can even make you orgasm, but just in case you doubt my power over you, crawl into the closest bathroom, take a long drink out of the toilet, and crawl back in here."

Lilian got down on her hands and knees and crawled down a hall to a door and crawled in. While she was gone, I walked over to french doors opening onto a balcony. From here, I could see the pool below. There were two women sunbathing on the edge of the pool, but no one else. I turned around and waited. Lilian crawled back into the living room, water dripping from her face.

"Good, now always act like you just love obeying me. When I tell you to do something, act like you think it's a wonderful idea and you love doing it. Bark like a dog if you understand."

"Arf!" said Lilian with a smile. "Arf!" she said again with a grin.

"Good. Now I noticed you have a great view of the pool. Get up, go get your favorite pair of shoes and come throw them off of the balcony and into the pool."

Lilian, still pretending she was happy to obey, got up and went down the hall. She came back a minute later with a pair of black, strappy high heeled shoes. She walked to the balcony and tossed them over. She turned to me and smiled.

"Tell me, how much did those shoes cost?"

"$450," she said happily.

"Cool," I said. I sat on the couch. "Now, I'm here for karma. I understand you are a total bitch to people who wait on you and serve you. Tell me in all honesty why are you like that?"

"I am an important woman who deserves to be treated right and have the best."

"Why?"

"Because I'm rich and famous for this city. I'm used to the finer things, and I deserve them."

"So why be so bitchy to waiters, waitresses, and so on?"

"They need to know the social order of things and know I'm not someone to be messed with."

I stared at Lilian with her fake smile. She was a total bitch. I then thought about how much of a coincidence this was. First I run into a stereotypical suburban soccer mom then a stereotypical stuck up rich snobby bitch. Was this a coincidence, or did the ring and/or the entity who gave it to me having some effect on my luck?

"How much did you pay for those jeans?" I asked.

"I think $175," she said.

"For fucking jeans?" I asked. "Take them off and do it in a sexy way."

Lilian started to gyrate her hips. The smile I knew was fake looked pretty convincing as she reached down and undid her shoes and kicked them off. She then undid her pants and shimmied them down as she kept sway her hips. She finally took them off and let them fall on the floor. She then stood still and waited with her smile frozen in place. She wore a pair of black satin french cut panties.

"Get me a pair of scissors," I said, "the biggest you have."

She turned and robotically walked into her kitchen. She came back with a pair of large shears.

"Hand me your jeans and the scissors," I said.

She did as was told. I knew she knew what was coming, but she just kept smiling. I took the scissors and hummed a song as I turned her expensive designer jeans into what ended up basically a denim thong. I tossed the thong to her. "Put those on."

She put the shorts on.

"Turn around."

She turned around. The denim thong showed off a good amount of her black panties, which made me chuckle. "Where is the closest ATM?"

"There's one in the bodega next door," she said.

"Go there and withdraw as much cash as it allows. Sway your hips as you walk and keep your hands on you hips. Go straight there and come straight back and talk to no one and communicate with no one."

Lilian grabbed her purse. I followed her to the door. In the hall, she put her pure over her shoulder, put her hands on her hips, and started to strut the short distance to the elevator. Her panties were on display, and I snorted in pleasure and derision. I went back inside her apartment.

While I waited, I took her scissors and sabotaged a few of her dresses by cutting away at the seams. I then found her water heater and shut it off. Finally, I dumped all of her shampoo and conditioners down the drain of the bathtub.

I went back to the living room at the same time the door opened. Lilian came in and stood in front of me, the dopey smile on her face.

"How much cash did you get?"

"Two-hundred dollars."

"Give me one hundred plus any other cash you have on you."

She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. She ended up giving me $176. "Very good, now what else shall I do to you to teach you what happen to stuck up, mean, condescending bitches?" I planned on fucking her, but first I wanted to fuck with her some more.