You were told to tell the truth...

Tegan was glaring at you. Maybe you shouldn't have told the truth. The 'right' answer would have been her, but the truthful answer was, of course, Alison. Even Tegan knew that— she was just hoping you'd go with her.

Alison petted your head and still clung to you. "See? He's such a good boy. And all of that ire for a simple massage. Of course, we can make it a fun massage..." She slid her hand onto your lap and started to rub your crotch. "Mmm... You're already so nice and hard. I wonder if it's for me? It most certainly isn't for her. You don't have to answer, though. I already know."

You knew this was wrong as she stealthily, but expertly, massaged your cock through your pants. "You know, John, I wore some special lingerie for tonight. Something just for you. I'm sure you'd like to see it..." She leaned closer and nibbled at your ear, her hand gripping your cock.

Your breath was constantly hitching in your throat; she was so incredibly sexy... And you were getting weaker and weaker by the moment.

Lucky for you, the waiter stopped by and took your drinks and orders. Well, more drinks. It was obvious that Alison was trying to lubricate you and make you looser and more willing. That's not to say she wasn't drinking. In fact, the two of you were able to hold your liquor quite well. Tegan on the other hand was having a difficult time keeping up. But she didn't want to be outdone by Alison.

"I have a fun idea, John!" Tegan couldn't see what Alison was doing, but you jumped as you felt it. She'd taken your cock out and was stroking it under the table. "Mmm... There it is. There's my cock."

"John! What the fuck?" Tegan shouted, slamming her hands against the table.

"Calm down, sweetie. First, you're acting very immature. Second, we are both allowed to do what we want to win. It seems his plan was to bring you, but that isn't working so well, is it? It's probably because he knows he could have a much better life with me. I'd spoil him, make sure he was happy, pleasure that cock, and just be the perfect wife for him," Alison replied as her thumb ran over the head of your cock.

"You're fucking insane!" Tegan yelled. The waiter came back, this time with another man. He was dressed up a bit more, most likely the manager.

He cleared his throat and looked down at Tegan. "Excuse me, folks, but we have had several complaints about the volume here." He specifically kept his gaze on Tegan.

"Oh, we're so sorry. Our friend here is going through a terrible breakup and she may be gotten a bit drunk. Tegan, dear, perhaps it's time we call you an Uber home, hm?" Alison looked at her and the manager with a sickly sweetness that the manager and waiter bought instantly.

Tegan looked to you, but you were no help. You hadn't even been an active participant in this situation. It had been a volley of Tegan and Alison fighting, going back and forth as if they were staking their claim for you. In fact, you were doing all you could to keep it together while Alison stroked your cock. "You know what? Fine. I guess I do need to get home." Tegan grabbed her purse and stood up.

"Let us know when you get home, dear. We'll let you know when we get back, too. It'll be okay. Sometimes, you just need to find a different man!" Alison winked, causing Tegan to storm off. Your 'date' looked back at the manager with an innocent smile, "we're so very sorry. We'll keep it down now. We promise. All I want is a nice, quiet dinner with my husband."

That was enough for them as they cautiously walked off.

"It seems your plan wasn't as full-proof as you thought it was. She was just a jealous little girl; what you need is a confident woman," Alison smirked, putting your cock away and patting it through your pants. She brought her finger to her mouth and sensually sucked on it in front of you.

"I'm not some prize to fight over," you huffed.

"Of course you are. You're the prize. Tegan was fighting for her pride or to compare herself to me; I was fighting to prove to you which of us is the better woman. One of us got drunk and stormed off; the other diffused the situation and kept calm," she snuggled up close to you.

"I'm confused," you said, looking forward. "All throughout school, you treated me like I was just some **** to you. Yet you're saying you love me?" You finally looked down at her.

She was quiet for a moment before sitting up and looking to you, "I knew very early on that you were the one for me; you just couldn't see it. You were too caught up with how other people saw you, so I needed to break that down. You were too scared to take what you really wanted. I know you enjoyed serving me, and I enjoyed being served, but I wanted— want more. I know you love to serve. You're naturally submissive and I love that. But you have that pesky pride and those silly misconceptions. You wouldn't explore letting someone take control unless you had no other choice."

She'd pretty much hit it on the head, there. Even back when you dated Siri in college, you broke off the relationship because she asked for you to take a more submissive role. You did want it, but you couldn't do it. It required you to submit and give up control and you simply couldn't do it.

At the time, at least.

"You may not believe me, John, but I love you. I want to take care of you, make you happy, pleasure you, enjoy a life with you— all of it. But I won't do it if you are going to lie to yourself." She tugged at your collar, toying with it a bit. "You're so big and sexy in the courtroom. I've caught one or two of your cases and seeing you up there makes me so wet... You command the room and you're so in control, but I can tell that you still need something."

"And what is that?" You crossed your arms, turning away to hide your blushing face.

"You need someone to take care of and control you. It must be so exhausting being in charge all of the time. You cling to this gender role of being an island, but I know what you really need," she took your hand in hers and gently ran her fingers over yours. "You need someone to rescue you. You need someone to be your refuge. You need to be able to come home and relax, knowing that you will be taken care of in every which way," her fingers intertwined with yours. "I'm asking for nothing less than complete and total control and in return, I can promise you a life so amazing that you could only dream of it until now."

She was making some lofty promises and your weren't entirely sure you filled her train of thought. Instead of taking accountability for her actions in the past, she tried to explain them away. That being said...

"If you wanted to date me, or marry me, it whatever it is you want, then I need to get to know you. There's no way I can give you that kind of control because I simply don't trust you," you replied, your hand still holding yours.

"I'm surprised you're standing up to me like that, John. I'm proud of you. I'm going to give you a few choices right now. Whatever you decide will determine what happens moving forward. Our test and deal has gotten a little messy, so I figured I would make things simple." She paused and held up a finger, "option one: we go and fuck each other's brains out right now and you become mine. Option two: we take it slow and see how things go. You'll romance me and try to enforce whatever dynamic you want. Or option three: I completely destroy you until you have **** but to be mine."