You Have To Beg For Your

"Are you fucking kidding me. You lying bitch." Jake thundered, pacing around the room with intimidating stomps. You stood in the center, next to the table, with your hands together in front of you and a guilty expression on your face. "You said you had the money. Do you understand that I have to buy this shit in advance for you?"

"I'm Sorry!!!" You blurted out, uncharacteristically. It was simply that the **** and intensity of his tone left you feeling like you were being scolded, perhaps by a parents or an authority figure. "This isn't...I mean..."

You cleared your throat to regain your composure.

"Jake, I simply believed that considering our newfound friendship that you might be inclined to give me some kind of-"

"Discount?" He grunted. "Are you serious."

With a defeated sigh, Jake plopped himself down on the couch. One hand ran through his dirty blond hair. The other drew your pill from his pocket so he could study it in contemplation. It wasn't as if he had any customers for it besides you.

But, the moment you saw it, a shiver went down your spine. It was right there, so close. Every cell in your body was yearning to feel the delight that only it could bring. You gulped. Here you were. No money, no way to persuade to give it to you. There was only one choice that remained. The step you always knew you would take.

"Perhaps..." You went down to your knees submissively. With an unsteady hand, you reached out and stroked the leg of his pants. "Perhaps we can come to some kind of alternative arrangement?"

"What are you-"

"Perhaps a friend might not warrant any kind of special consideration." You squeezed your arms together, highlighting your tits in the process. "But, if I was your girlfriend, then it would just be matter of course, right?"

"My girlfriend?" Jake continued to run a hand through his hair. His mouth was slightly open, seemingly unable to believe what he was hearing.

"As I recall, you said you thought that I was, in your words, cute." Your voice took on a softer, more feminine tone as you talked. The sort that you figured boys must like. "And, since we've spending more time in each other's company, I've started to feel that-"

"Jesus, what happened to you." Jake said, shaking his head. "I'm not fucking stupid. You don't want to date me. You want to date my pills. You're just saying that because I have shit that you want."

You bit your lip. He still wasn't accepting. The pill remained achingly out of reach. To get it, you'd need to go lower, offer him more of yourself...

"Well, I was not being entirely misleading when I said that I've been awakened to your positive traits..." A true enough statement. Power was an aphrodisiac, after all.

"...But, perhaps...if this is a transaction, maybe it could be a transaction that we both get something out of it. I can make you very happy, Jake...at least, I mean..."

"You sound like a whore right now, Rune." He half spat the words. Yet, you thought you saw a glimmer of hesitation. Perhaps he really was considering it. You stroked his leg still more tenderly.

"Is that what you wish me to be? Your whore girlfriend?" You asked in an almost innocent tone. "That's not an arrangement I'd be...opposed to. I'll be a very pliant partner. You could make the all the rules, and I won't protest. You'll be amazed what a good girl I can be."

Jake went silent, the hand in his hair running aggressively back and forth. You kept up at him staring, pleading with your eyes for him to accept. You'd put yourself on a platter for him, and all he had to do was take you.

Then, in a new, darker voice Jake spoke.

"Suck my dick. Right now."

"That means you accept my proposal?" Your face instantly lit up.

"Yeah." He nodded again, briefly glancing down at the little pink pill in his hand. The metaphorical leash that you'd wrapped around your own neck.

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