Chapter 8 by Coy-toy

What does she give you?

Spit and a slap

Your mind glitches when instead of the candy you expected, you instead see your date lean forward and spit in you mouth. And too some shame your body let out a moan as you swallowed it, licking your lips.

She laughs before becoming scarily emotionless, grabbing you by the front of your shirt collar and twisting, using the leverage to pull you up, pausing as her lips almost graze yours. She keeps you hanging there, nearly kissing the now dominate beauty yet denied. A few mind melting seconds later she whispers “aww do you want more? Mmm tell you what, if you want me to take you home to see if you’re this good of a subbie in the bedroom too, beg for it.”

She pushes you back, letting go just as her other hand delivers an out of no where slap that breaks your mind loose from its sun haze, but leaving it struggling to not shatter. “Well? What do have to say?” She seductively asks.