He's got to push on

"Yeah, no," he said. "You don't get to change the rules in the middle of the game."

"What?"

"You heard what I said, slut. You wanted to play rough. Well, we're going to play rough. Now get down on your knees."

"I told you I was only playing. So, if you're going to be this way, get the fuck out of my hotel room."

He shook his head. "You think you can run these little tests on me but that isn't the way it works. I run you and you follow orders. It's that simple."

"God, you are an asshole."

"Maybe. Or maybe I just know how to handle a whore." He was impressed with himself for that line. Impressed that he didn't vomit over saying it. Pretending to be a jerk shouldn't be hard... lots of guys do it without even having to pretend.

Suddenly Mrs. Fellers seemed to fold. "Fine. What do you want me to do?"

"I've already told you. Work on getting that cunt tighter. Cum when I tell you. Ask my permission before you give any kind of sex to any other man... or woman, for that matter. Obviously you'll have to fuck anyone I tell you to. And I'll want you on my show. Our fans do have a thing for MILFs."

"You think I'm a MILF."

"Cathy, you know you're hot. You don't have to go looking for compliments. You think I'd waste my time on someone who wasn't hot? That wouldn't be good business. That doesn't mean you're not a whore but you're lucky I'm the kind of guy who doesn't mind fucking a whore... as long as she's good looking and does what I tell her." He lowered his voice. "Exactly what I tell her."

"Well, I'm not that girl."

"Really?" He stepped close to her. He was surprised how small she was. She'd been frightening to him and, in his mind, he'd blown her up as bigger, more powerful. But she was more than six inches shorter than his own six-two and proportionately small. Looking down on her, he could feel the intimidation rolling out from him. God, he was turning into a jerk. He felt like Jordan and the football jerks using their size to overpower others.

"I think you are," he said. "I think you need a man who can control you. You don't resent your husband because he shut you out of his business success, you resent him because he won't control you, won't say no. Because he's a passive-aggressive jerk who makes you feel guilty for wanting what any woman would want, a man who's willing to take control."

Mrs. Fellers glared at him, then giggled.