Back to Abraham's

After classes were done I had Amanda take me to Abraham's to hang out. There I confronted him about the coin.

"Why didn't you tell me it doesn't automatically work on flips!" I shouted.

"Heh heh heh," He laughed from his chair. "What did you end up losing?" I crossed my arms.

"I don't need to tell you that," I said.

"How about a game? I lose and you tell me. I win and you don't." He said.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" I said.

"I've been told," He retorted with his hands up. "But seriously, let's play. No wagers this time." He wagged his finger at me.

We spent the night playing. Occasionally, I used the coin but most of the time I just cruised and tried to win with grit and heart. I got what Abraham meant by wanting to win off skill. It felt nice. Eventually, I had to go. I had classes in the morning and it was getting late.

"Bye Abraham," I said as I walked out the door.

"Took you long enough," Amanda said. "I can only scroll instagram for so long."

"Yeah," I yawned. "Let's go home."

We pulled out of Abraham's large driveway and headed to my house. Once we got there, and I left the front seat, Amanda started to pull the car in reverse. I knocked on the window and she rolled it down.

"What are you doing?" I asked, leaning on the window frame.

"Going home?" She said.

"Did I tell you to go home?" I said.

"Nooooo...." Amanda saw where I was going with this.

"I control where you go and when you go there. Now 'go' to the back seat." I said. "I'll get you a pillow and a blanket to sleep with."

"Ugghh. You're the worst," Amanda groaned.

"Just for that, come inside." I waved her in. "You can sleep on the garage floor." That shut Amanda up. She quietly put the car into park and followed me into the house.

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The next day I woke up with a stretch. It was great. Having such much power was intoxicating. I had no idea what I would do next. Wait. Shit. Today was my "date" with Trenton. Not looking forward to that. And shit it was my long day too. I had classes until five-thirty. No WAY I could leave campus, get ready, and go back in time for the date. That left only one option. I had to get ready for my date before class. Fuck.

Once I realized that the compulsive **** in my head came back. I started to move like I was sleep-walking — half-aware, but not in control. I stripped out of the underwear-and-t-shirt combo I wore for sleep and started to put on the push-up bra and the incredibly short dress I "bought." I at least had heels for this outfit so I didn't need to get any from the mall. After that I spent forty-five minutes on my makeup. Forty-five. Once I looked properly slutted up I needed to get ready for class. I grabbed my bag and headed to the garage.

"Wake. Up." I clapped in Amanda's face. She somehow managed to fall asleep on the hard cold floor of the garage. Impressive to be honest. She startled awake.

"Ugh, this nightmare isn't over?" She said. Then she got a good look at me. "Pfffft. Where are you going dressed like that? The local street corner?"

"Oh you think you're so cute?" I said. "Have you taken a look at what you're wearing?"

"Yep, we're two whores in a brothel." She lightly rapped her fist against my bare shoulder. I smiled fakely.

"Take off your thong. It's dirty." I said. Amanda obeyed. I tossed her some bills. "We don't have time before class to replace it but after you drop me off go to a sex shop. Don't leave until you buy the most degrading outfit you can find. Then put it on."

"You can't **** me to buy stuff." She said.

"I can control where you go and what you wear though. So unless you want to spend the rest of your life in that sex shop you'll do what I say." I said.

"Fine," She grimaced. As she got up to go to the car I slapped her ass. "Yeep!" She yelped.

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"What do you even do while I'm out?" I asked once we were on the road.

"Mostly browse social media," Amanda said, not taking her eyes of her driving.

"If I guess your favorite instagram account, you have to spend all your free time researching and training how to be a better slut for me." I said. "If you win, you get to eat me out." Nevermind a straight girl like Amanda wouldn't even WANT to eat me out, she'd have to agree.

"You're on. Get your vagina ready. Amanda gloated. "You never guess—"

"@Busty Bimbos Dominated By Sexy Lesbians." I made up an account on the spot.

"FUCK!" Amanda said. "There goes my job search."

"Don't worry your head my pretty little slut." I stroked her cheek and moved some hair out of the way. "I'll bring home enough for the both of us." I giggled like a mad woman.

Once we got to class I bid Amanda goodbye. I had no idea what my new command would do to her, but I was excited to find out.

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