The kitty has claws....

"Lucy, I'm flattered really." You try to take her wrists in your hands, keeping her hands away from your junk. "But I'm sorry, I'm not interested."
Lucy slips out of your grip, putting one hand on your chest and pressing you back against the dryer, while the other hand gets inside your boxers to latch around your balls. She's stronger than she looks, and the sudden aggression takes you quite by surprise.
"Listen here, James. You've eluded me for too long." Her fingers close around your nuts, making your eyes pop a little. You could probably get away, but not without hurting her, and you know too well that it would be very easy for her to spin a tale of you being the aggressor.
"Lucy...take it easy alright. It's not personal." Her fingers tighten, and you wince..." Ah! Ah! Don't do that...."
Lucy uses her free hand to open your robe, and then runs it up your stomach and chest beneath your shirt. "I invite you in to my father's house, make you drinks, provide you with entertainment. I think a little gratitude is in order, James. Don't try to pretend you don't want this. I can feel this cock." She smiles.
You try not to laugh. As if an erection is the same as consent. "I've had a lovely time... can't we just leave it at that, Luce?"
"Your brother-in-law is back there in the living room getting his dick sucked." She pulls your boxers down, exposing your cock and balls, and you have to just grit your teeth and let it happen. "In no time, I'm sure he'll be balls deep in little Ana." She begins to stroke your cock. "I'm not about to let you slip through my... fingers now that I have you right where I want you."
"Lu...." you swallow. Your body is betraying you. The blood is leaving your brain and heading south.
"Now, you can fight this. And I think I know several ways to make you regret that." She squeezes your balls, eliciting a yelp of pain. "Or you can have a good time, relax, and do what I say."
You shake your head in disbelief. You've walked into the spider's web. If you try to get away, Lucy could ruin you out of spite. She could be very convincing, and after that "incident" between her and your father years ago, many people might be inclined to believe her.
"Wha....what do you want." You say flatly, resigned.
"Well, first." She pushes you down to your knees, dropping her skirt. "I think you've been very rude." She drops her thong without any hesitation. "I think you need to make it up to me."
She grips your hair at the back of your head, parting her legs, and spreading her pussy lips with two fingers. "Eat up, James."
You have ****. You lean forward, taking in the familiar aroma and begin to lick and suckle and at her cooch, slowly and gently. It tastes nice, but you can't really enjoy it with the specter of the whole situation hanging over you.
"Here..." she growls. "Let me help you." She pushes her crotch forward, and pulls your head in, smashing your face into her snatch and grinding it up and down against your lips, nose and tongue. You sputter, unable to breath, and attempt to pleasure her as best you know how. The back of your skull bumps against the dryer.
"Yeah, baby. That's better. Eat my fucking pussy, James! Eat it!" She's practically riding your face, and you find yourself strangely intoxicated by her dominant side. You stroke your cock as you endure the facial ****, using your free hand to squeeze her ample ass.
"Now you're getting it baby..." she slings one leg up over your shoulder. "Now really get in there..."
You eat her pussy with as much enthusiasm as you can muster. If you please her, maybe she'll just let you go.