Yes. She’s broken your will to fight.

You swallow your pride and pucker up. Her butt hovers in front of you alluringly, and you plant a quick kiss on one smooth, muscular cheek.

“Oh, come on,” she says, looking over her shoulder at you. “That was barely even a peck. Kiss it like you mean it.”

You’re **** to oblige, smooching her ass-cheek slowly and lovingly. She wiggles it in front of you invitingly, and you wince involuntarily, remembering the stinkface that got you into this position.

“Again,” she orders, and you move to the other cheek, trying to ignore the laughter of the crowd and the throbbing in your cock. You don’t know what she’s got in store for you next, but it’s hard to see how it could be any more humiliating than this.

Roxie nods at you over her shoulder to show she’s satisfied, and you finally break the kiss.

“Good boy,” she says. “You’re very obedient. Maybe that’ll tempt me to be a little merciful.” She winks at you. “But don’t count on it.”