Like dirt

Jakes mood was great for the rest of that day and even though to the next day Wednesday. In his good mood he got some inspiration on some new concoctions he wanted to create ones to maybe increase the sensitivity of areas of the body it is put onto, and he wondered if it was possible to make one to increase the production of sperm in the male body.

Jake was in his lab when there was a knock at his door, looking at the time made him realise it was going to be Carla it was mid afternoon already, he had lost track of time. Opening the door to Carla, she was wearing a flannel skirt with a strappy black top with a black leather belt. She just looked at him darkly arms crossed under her breasts then started pushing passed him “come on let’s get this over with I’ve got things to do” Carla says pushing him aside and started walking to his living room.

Jake followed her, his good mood gone and feeling annoyed, this attitude again great if she keeps this up things are going to get much harsher for her, he grumbles to himself as he got his living room looking at her now sitting in one of his chairs “So did you feel any difference after last time, was it fine?” he asks

“Hmmm now you ask, and I think about it, I did start having cravings much earlier I woke up with them, what is with your shitty stuff, did you make a bad batch last time?” she asks with condescending look

This comment annoyed him even more, “Ok then if that’s how you feel this can be the last transaction then” he walked out the room to his kitchen to get the beaker. He returned to her looking at him with disbelief as he put the beaker on the table.

“What do you mean the last transaction? You can’t abandon me you know I can’t get this stuff anywhere else” Carla sounded scared as she said this her eyes had not left him the beaker was just left on the coffee table.

“Well, you should have thought of that before being such a bitch the last couple of times. I am helping you, that does not mean you can just treat this as a shop or kept disrespecting me like I’m under you” Jake snaped at her, “are you going to take that pay and leave or what?”.

Carla looks very taken aback “well if that’s how your going to be fine, leave the room so I can get your payment” she glares at Jake and grabs the bottom of her top to make her point.

“This is my place I can be where I want, you not happy with that, there is the door and leave the beaker” he just stares blankly at her. He sees her start wrestling with what to do, her eyes darting from him to the beaker, indecision all over her face.

“FINE” she snaps turning her back to him and pulling her top off. While she is taking her black bra off Jake admires the tattoo at the bottom of her back of a purple butterfly with some simples going of either side with smaller butterflies at the end of them. Soon its covered again as she puts her top back on and reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down then putting them on the table joining her bra, then turns to face him, her face bright red and looking pissed at him. Carla snatches up the beaker and quickly drinks it.

Jake watches intently watching the normal reaction to them drinking his cum, he was focusing more between her legs wondering if she will squirt as much as her mom did. He was almost disappointed as he did not see anything on the first couple hip spasms but then when she started licking up the last drops he noticed a spray or 2.

“There you happy we are done” she says slamming the beaker on the coffee table.

“Well that’s up to you if we are done I’m just not putting up with this shitty attitude of yours any more, before you leave thou please clean up that mess of your on the floor” Jake says pointing at the floor under her.

“Clean up what?” she sounds confused as she looks under her. Her face went bright red when she realised what it was “eerrrr sorry about that, can I have something to wipe it up please, and what do you mean it’s up to me if you keep help?”.

“Just use your old panties to wipe it up, and yes its up to you, I am not willing to help you out with you being bitchy all the time so now you need to show you are willing correct that and only then we can look into what the new deal will be”. Jake says pointing at her old underwear on the table.

She angry grabs her panties and starts wiping up the little puddle, “so what do I need to do?” she asks with acid in her voice.

Jake wanted to see how far he could push her “mmm lets think, you like your piercings its seems” he said pointing at her ear

“Yea right I do why?” she asks looking confused as she places her now damp panties back on the coffee table.

“At the moment I’m thinking a good way to show that you are willing to change your attitude with me is to get two new piercings, on your nipples” he said smiling at he as he said this

“WHAT” she snaps bringing her hands to her breasts, “I’ve half thought about getting them done but I’m not going to do that for you”

“Well at the moment it’s that or say a tattoo across the bottom of your belly like a tramp stamp or something” Jake said enjoying this a little to much

“WHAT YOU ARE A SICKO” she yells

“Up to you I’m not going to **** you” he says

“Fuck you” Carla just says storming past him and slamming the door behind her as she goes.

Hahaha that was to fun to do, I wonder if she will go though with it or come begging for anything else to prove herself.