Smiles

She smiles at you, a wicked glint in her eye. "See something you like, Harley?" she purrs, noticing your gaze lingering on Garvin. "Remember, you belong to me now. I decide who gets to play with you."

She downs the rest of her drink and grabs your hand, pulling you towards Garvin. As you approach, she leans in close, her lips brushing your ear. "Let's go say hello," she whispers, a sinister edge to her voice.

Garvin's smile widens as you reach him, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. "Well, well, well," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Don't you look...delectable." His gaze flicks to the necklace, a smirk playing on his lips. "I see you've claimed your prize, Ashley. She's a pretty little thing."

Ashley squeezes your hand, her nails digging into your skin. "Aren't you going to congratulate me properly, Garvin?" she asks, a challenge in her tone. "Don't you want to welcome Harley to the family?"

Garvin chuckles, a deep, unsettling sound. "Oh, I intend to," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "But first, let's give our little toy a chance to show off. Harley, why don't you dance for us?"

He nods towards the crowded dance floor, the music pulsing and thumping, the lights flashing in a dizzying array of colors. You can feel the vibrations of the music, the plug in your ass, the anticipation of what's to come. You know you have **** but to obey.

Ashley pushes you forward, a wicked grin on her face. "Go on, Harley. Show everyone what a good little dancer you are. And remember," she leans in close, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper, "you belong to me. Don't forget your place."

You stumble onto the dance floor, the music pounding in your ears, the flashing lights disorienting. You start to move, your hips swaying, your body gyrating to the rhythm. You can feel the eyes of the partygoers on you, a mix of lust and disgust, as they watch the school's new sissy dance.

Garvin watches you intently from the sidelines, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He takes a long swig of his drink, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. "Mmm, she's got some moves," he says, his voice loud enough for you to hear over the music. "Maybe I should cut in and show her how a real man dances."

Ashley scoffs, her arms crossed over her ample chest. "Hands off, Garvin. I called dibs on this one. You can have your turn later, but for now, she's mine."

Garvin chuckles, a dark and dangerous sound. "You think you can handle her, princess? This little slut is going to need a lot more than your pampered rich girl ways to satisfy her. She needs a man's touch."

Ashley's eyes narrow, her lips curling into a sneer. "I can handle anything she needs. I'm not afraid of a little competition. Besides," she leans in close to Garvin, her voice dripping with disdain, "I don't see you offering her anything she can't get from me. Money and **** aren't everything, Garvin."

Garvin laughs, a harsh and grating sound. "Money and **** are all that matters in this world, sweetheart. And I've got plenty of both to give this little toy. More than your daddy's money can buy."

As they bicker, you continue to dance, the vibrations of the music and the plug in your ass pushing you to move faster, to dance harder. You can feel the heat of their stares, the weight of their desire, the promise of what's to come. You know you're just a pawn in their game, a toy for them to fight over and use as they see fit.