A decision

"God, you are two hot bitches," Ryan sighed, sitting back on the sofa and watching his ex spank her best friend's ass red. "Very nice and fine. I was just going to take you back, Michelle, and be my little slut, but after Tina's hot mouth, I want both of you. How does that sound?"

"Oh - oh God no!" the brunet cried out, quivering with every strike on her firm ass over the blond's muttering. "I - I'm engaged! You - can't! I - Ow!"

"Bitch," Michelle cursed between gritted teeth, smacking her friend's ass even harder. "You - stupid - told me - airhead - to break up - slut - with Ryan. You - stupid airhead - said he - slut - was no good for me. How - stupid - dare you! This - airhead - is all your fault - slut!"

"Poor Tina," Ryan said mockingly. "You broke us up and now you're getting beaten by your best friend for it. What do you say to that?"

"I'm sorry!" she howled, sobbing. "I - I never thought you'd make a deal with a d-demon! Please! Make her stop! It hurts - it hurts!"

"What are you going to do then?" he said softly, giving her spirit a small twist.

"I - I'll call my fiancée," Tina said. "And - and end it. He'll be pissed, but - but I think I can calm him down. He might understand when I t-tell him about you."

"About me?" he shook his head. "I don't think so. You won't tell anyone what I can do or how I can. Michelle, you can stop now. Tina has a phone call to make."

"But -"

"Don't argue with me, bitch," Ryan growled ominously, glaring into her green eyes. He shifted his gaze to her prostrate friend. "Don't just sit there! Get his fat ass over here now!"

The brunet jumped to her feet in fear and scurried out of the living room quickly, her ass red from Michelle's hands.

"Now," he said, turning his full attention to his ex-girlfriend. "You're the entertainment."