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“If I get to fuck you, I’ll help.”

She laughs a mirthful laugh, happy that you are giving into you lust. To your surprise she hands you your phone.

“Make it as realistic as possible, if you want a piece of this.”

She turns her perfect, muscular ass toward you. You want her badly, but not enough to betray Carrie. You dial her number.

She answers. “Oh my god, Nick! Where are you.”

“They have me. Don’t try to...”

Christa grabs you by the balls. You scream. Lilah takes the phone from you.

She glares at you. “That should convey the point nicely. That was rather naughty of you, Nick.”

Her eyes become red reptilian slits. “Tell me why I shouldn’t just kill you.”

“I’m your bait.”

She laughs. “I suppose you are.”

Christa chimes in. “Mistress, I want him.”

Lilah raises an eyebrow.

“So cocky, so deceptive, I see a little bit of me in him.”

“Very well. He’s yours. Just make sure he’s ready.”

Christa chuckles. “Oh, I will.”

You don't like the sound of this at all.

Lilah leaves the room, leaving you with Christa. She stares at you like an eagle sizing up a mouse. She leans in allowing you to smell her body odor. It’s strangely sweet and musky.

“Well Nick. I saw a little bit of me in you. Now, I want to see a little bit of you in me. Get that cock over here.”

You feel an odd need to obey her.

She snaps her whip and grins as you step toward her.