Shopping Spree

I stopped filming. "Ariana, when I point at you, in your sexiest, most believable voice, take your thumb out of your mouth and say 'oh god if only I had six or seven guys pissing on my face and in my mouth.'" I started filming again, and pointed at her.

"Oh god," said Ariana in a sexy voice, "If only I had six or seven guys pissing on my face and in my mouth."

I stopped filming. "Should I post this on Instagram?"

She shook her head.

"OK, I won't. Get up and get dressed, we're going shopping."

Thirty minutes later, we were at Ferrari Beverly Hills.

I had Ariana trade in her luxury Mercedes SUV for a Ferrari Purosangue. Ariana had to pay the difference, and we put the car in my name, and Ariana agreed to pay the insurance.

We then drove the short distance to Rodeo Dr, and Ariana dropped a few thousand dollars on clothing for me.

I still had her phone, and it was blowing up. Nicky Minaj and Cardi B were furious, so I texted them the same response: _you are only famous for big ass, slutty lyrics, and not being able to marry your baby daddies. Deal! _I then blocked them. Ice Spice and Bebe were not happy either, so I told Ice Spice she was a whorish fake then blocked her, and told Bebe, any time she wanted her asshole rimmed out, come by the house. I ignored the other texts and turned the phone off.

"You need a ride," I told her. I scanned the internet and found her the perfect car. A 1985 Chrysler sedan with 230,000 miles, torn seats, a broken air conditioner, and no radio.

I had her follow me as I drove my new Ferrari.

Our last stop was a sex store where I had Ariana buy a wireless remote-control vibrator, and a wireless remote-control anal plug, a paddle, ball gag, o-ring gag, shackles, and handcuffs. We then headed back to her house.