Luxury Ride

It started off as me and Gloria just awkwardly glancing at each other.

Here’s the thing. I wasn’t interested in her personality. Not one bit. But I did like her young and curvaceous body. And spanking her privileged attitude out of her.

That’s not what I told Maria though.

Apparently I should be “in love” with her.

“So…” I started. With no idea how to continue.

“So, mom told me that you were **** about seeing me again.”

There was excitement in her voice. She was enjoying this. The power she had over me.

“I wouldn’t use the word ‘****’”.

“Well.. That’s good, because mom also ordered me to dump you right after this.”

Okay…

I mean she had to know it too, right? That Maria was either listening to our conversation right now or would be later. Saying that out loud couldn’t be good for her?

Or she didn’t? Or she did but she just didn’t care?

“Is that what you are gonna do? Just do what your momma says?”

Her lips formed into a small, evilish smile.

There was a small mini fridge in the limo. Gloria clicked it open with her high heels and pulled out a bottle of wine.

“Oh, now, look at this. Seems like we have a bottle of chateau whatever. I wonder how expensive this shit is.”

She picked up a corkscrew and began twisting it in.

Man, I wasn’t having an easy time of finding the right way to talk to her. If I went in too hard, it could cost me everything. If I went in too easy, I could lose my grip on Gloria.

There were a couple of big questions I still didn’t know the answer to. When Maria spied on us in Gloria’s room, how exactly did she do it? Did she use a camera? Did she use a mike? Because let’s say she only saw video, and didn’t hear all the nasty things I said to Gloria… In that case, if I now started talking like the dominating ‘stepfather’ I was in her room… Maria might be so shocked that she pulls the plug on the whole thing.

I also didn’t know if Gloria knew that Maria had spied on us. Did she know there were cameras or mikes in her bedroom? I couldn’t exactly ask something like that, not now.

She was struggling with the cork. Actually, it looked sort of ridiculous. She didn’t seem to have enough strength to pull the cork off.

I snatched the bottle from her, and popped the bottle open easily.

“Well, aren’t you a big, strong, guy.”

Oh fuck. She wanted me to do that. She only pretended to not be able to get it off. Just to play her stupid games.

She picked up a glass and extended it to me. Like I was supposed to just pour her some.

I wasn’t her manservant.

“I think you might be too young for this, missy,” I said as I sat the bottle on my lap.

It felt extremely awkward to think that Maria was listening to this flirting, but I had to roll with it. Just no going ****.

“Oh really now. I think I graduated to adulthood this week,” she said with a sly smile.

I didn’t expect her to be that witty.

“Oh. You think you graduated?”

I leaned in closer to her.

“That was just the first grade.”

I winked, and leaned back. There was some more color on her face now. I could tell she was already thinking what 2nd or 3rd grade was like. Or even high school.

“…yeah, yeah, okay, first grade, sure. But just pour me some, okay? I do actually know that it’s expensive. And it’s going more stale every second.”

I had a glass too, on a shelf next to my seat. I didn’t need it, though.

I took a big swig of the bottle, and just drank a few gulps straight from the bottle. I let out a big “aaaah” and wiped my mouth clean. She definitely didn’t like that.

“Gotta admit. It’s good. I can practically taste the price.”

She finally pulled back, looking miffed.

“You better appreciate it. I bet that’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever put in your mouth.”

“I’m fairly sure your tits still hold the number one spot.”

She blushed a little, but smiled also.

“So, where exactly are we going?”

“….La Marcheuse. It’s the top restaurant in the city. I hope you can behave yourself.”

I moved my legs closer to hers. Soon my left one was rubbing against her shin. Slowly, but powerfully.

“I’m more worried about you.”

“…Me? I’ve been there… lots of times.”

I lifted my other leg against her other shin.

“Yeah but lately, little missy… You’ve been having trouble keeping your legs together.”

I slowly extended my legs simultaneously, opening her legs so that her groin was completely visible to me.

She wore red, sexy panties. And I think I almost saw the outline of her pussy.

Gloria quickly realized what I was doing, and struggled to remove her legs from mine, but I was keeping her fairly well locked. The small space of the limo made her attempts of escape harder. Soon she had to pull down her dress to stop me openly staring at her crotch. She gave me a pouting, mean look, so I decided to release her from my hold.

She didn’t scream or tell me to stop, though. She rarely did.

The freed woman quickly closed her legs. I grinned.

Wait. What did I just think about going to extremes?

All of a sudden, the window between us and the limo driver lowered.

“Miss Gloria, do I need to remind you,” a feminine voice spoke from the driver seat. “No touching.”

“Ugh! Shut up, retard! This has nothing to do with you!” Gloria spoke, oddly feisty all of a sudden.

“The same goes for you as well, Mr. Dingle. These are miss Diamanti’s demands. No touching. Okay?”

Fuck, the bitch really had to show she was in control, didn’t she? Although, we never discussed the exact terms of this date. And this didn’t seem the right place to argue about them. I think I just had to agree to the “no touching”-rule. For now…

“Fine. And you are…?”

“I’m Reagan. Your driver. Her bodyguard,” she said and closed the window as quickly as she had opened it.

Oh right. She was probably the chaperone for our date.

I couldn’t see her face. All I could see of her was her sunglass-covered eyes through the front seat mirror.

Wait! I didn’t expect the chaperone to be a woman! I probably wanted to subjugate her as well, to cause less problems. But did I just lose a big chance? Could that be considered our first meeting, and since I didn’t make her obey something, I lost my chance to start at zero?

What should I do? Knock on the screen?

And order her to do what, exactly? She was clearly taking all of her commands from Maria, I couldn’t just…

“Why do you keep staring at retard’s neck?”

It was a lost cause. I had to bring back my attention to Gloria.

“Sorry. Just… Seeing a full-grown woman always gets me hot.”

“Fuck you, you asshole.”

Something about Gloria’s attitude didn’t make sense. It wasn’t about her current submission score, but about her newest trait. According to that, everytime I spanked her, she should have more adoration and respect towards me. And I had spanked her quite a lot in the mansion. Why wasn’t I seeing any of that?

Well, I could use this time to research this.

“That doesn’t sound very respectful, you know.”

Either I was imagining it, but I think her face got a little paler.

“What?”

“Whatever you think all of this is, you’re still just an intern. And I’m a senior writer. I want to see some respect out of you.”

Maybe the trait was working? I think Gloria usually would have continued cursing at me. Now it looked like she was really contemplating what I was saying, looking down at her feet.

“Do you respect me, Gloria?”

“…well… I don’t know…”

“Do you respect my status? And how it’s above yours?”

“…it actually isn’t, though…”

“What?”, I said, this time making my voice more louder and powerful.

She didn’t say anything, just avoided my eye contact.

“I’m going to ask you again. Do you respect my status? And do you agree it’s above yours?”

“Okay fine, you’re above me. I get it.”

“Tell me you respect that fact.”

“Ugh. I respect that. Happy?” (GLORIA: +2SP) (+45SP)

So where exactly was I going with this? This trait seemed to be a slow-acting one, and I couldn’t reap benefits from it fast.

Oh, I think I had an idea.

“To show your respect, I want you to bring me coffee to my desk every day from now on. And cheerily wish me a good workday.” Seeing her act so service-like could be fun.

And I was going to ask her to do more than that. I just couldn’t do it in this limo.

“Ugh.”

“That doesn’t sound very cheery. I’m giving you a chance to show me your respect. Maybe it will lead to some good things for you in the future. I will train you to be a professional.”

There was a strange gleam in her eyes coupled with an uncomfortable look. I think she both was intrigued and disgusted by the word ‘training’.

She sighed. “Fine. I’ll try. But can we not talk about work? It’s supposed to be a date.” (GLORIA: +2SP) (+47SP)

Well it wasn’t a full commitment, but it was something. As for the date-part… My hands were sort of tied right now. There wasn’t much I could do without touching.

Then the limo stopped. The glass window lowered again.

“We’re here.”

Great timing.