A Quick show

(Let me know if you guys enjoy reading the same scenes twice, as much as I like writing them)

Ramona stares into Sam's piercing eyes looking for any sign of understanding, and if not, then at least mercy. "Mona, it's hard to take in all that you're saying. I mean look how you're draped across me now, and a face like that...are you trying to kiss me?" Sam suggested jokingly. Ramona gets ready to tell her off.

"Yes." Ramona panted, her look of shock hidden as her eyes close and her hungry mouth dives onto her roommate's. Her wet lips feel little resistance before Sam's part to welcome the action. Ramona feels her eager tongue slip into Sam's mouth, which Sam happily invited deeper, sucking on it and sliding her own across it. Ramona felt her tongue let Sam lead the dance. Ramona screamed into Sam's mouth hoping it would get Sam to stop. Her slutty mouth pulled back only to dive onto Sam's lower lip, lewdly pulling it into her own mouth.

One upside of losing control of your body is you can focus fully on your thoughts. Why is she sucking Sam's face? That, she could blame on her acting punishment, but she said yes herself. No one made her, and there was no reason for her to kiss Sam except that Sam is the boss. The boss? where did that come from. She had no reason to think Sam is the boss, but she thought it. Ramona's hands roam along Sam's tight body, the slut inside her squirming at the thought of this strong woman taking her. Sam is obviously enjoying Ramona's display of arousal. After sucking and biting for what felt like hours, she finally feels Sam break the kiss, and her body slumps in disappointment. "Wow ok, Mona. I may be starting to believe you, but if you chicken out now cuz I'm feeling generous, I'm gonna be a little annoyed." Sam was still hoping to get something out of this. Ramona was almost willing to indulge her if it was at least her own choice.

"I'm dead serious, Samantha." Ramona said glaring at Sam while catching her breath, but she notices some understanding in her roommate's eyes, her full name must have gotten her attention. "But I suck at the game and only a win can remove these curses." Ramona had settled back on her heels, **** to pose like a patient sexual servant, sensing the Slut's impatience within. "Before you came in, I had to choose an audience while I played, and one of you guys was better than strangers." Ramona pouted. *PING!* Ramona's phone blared angrily, she stared nervously at her digital tormentor, scared to feel her body perk up and smile. "Oh god!" she groaned "I haven't played since the audience choice. It gives you a Major punishment if you don't play. Shit!" She nibbles a finger nervously, but having to fight the **** trying to stick it down her throat and suck it like a thick...something else. Sam better fix this before a perv takes advantage of her.

"Damn Mona. can you sit still for a second? You're giving me mixed signals. Also...I played a round for you. I figured you could use a hand. and I was right." Sam is the boss, Ramona says to herself. Wait.

"Yes." Ramona answers happily, her body eager to obey. What was this tickle in her brain telling her Sam is the boss? it sounded like any thought she formed, but there was a tone to it that didn't sound familiar. SAM PLAYED A ROUND FOR ME?! This thought snaps Ramona back to reality, hearing that last of Sam's words.

"Should I take this one?" Sam is the boss, Ramona reminds herself. Right?

"Yes." Ramona sighed, happy that she didn't have to play again. But still nervous about these new thoughts. It had to be connected to her **** 'yes's. "What was the punishment you gave me?" This would explain everything.

"Uuuuuuum..." Sam stalled, focused on the GL app, but not swiping. Her darting eyes look like she's reading still, then looking across the room. Suddenly, a new ping awakens the Bluetooth speaker on Ramona's vanity. ^connecting to GL Beatz^ a robotic female assistant happily reports. Ramona really needed to check this app's permissions, hoping against hope there's still some hidden way to stop the App. "I needed to do something before it let me play." Sam said defensively. Ramona understood, but hated what she thought was ahead.

Ahead was the pulsing bass and rapid tempos of the latest club mixes, filling the room with a throbbing beat for a Slut to dance to. Ramona's eyes went wide as her body clapped happily. She crawled on hands and knees to the foot of the bed, feeling her back arched expectantly, and she wiggled her bare ass and almost drooling pussy for a shocked and almost drooling Sam. Ramona turned back with flushed embarrassment. "You better win." she glared, but her body added a wink to undermine her. As she reached the foot of the bed, she pivoted on her juicy cheeks and stood up, **** to straighten her legs fully before she can straighten at the waist, letting Sam watch the lower curve of her ass come into being. Ramona's ass was made to do a cute wiggle before slowly strutting to the open floor of the room, turning quickly on her heel. The motion flares out her top and skirt in equal measure, unable to avoid flashing Sam every inch of herself. If the sudden exposure could have hardened her nipples any more, it would have then. She was placed center stage, framed by her bedposts, just as the song was picking up, and she was quickly sent into a sultry gyrating routine. Her erotic body moved like a natural, knowing exactly how to follow along to the bouncing rhythms of the 'booty rap' that was so loudly pounding in the room, yet Ramona had never heard it before. When she wasn't facing the wall, flexing and twerking her juicy ass and hips for Sam, she could see Sam barely playing the App! "Pay attention!" she warned but that only made Sam watch the performance more and the App less. That perv better not be throwing this for her own fantasies. The song reaches a fevered tempo, sending Ramona's jiggling globes into overdrive, her tits and ass competing for most wobbles per second. Her fevered panting brought a pink glow to her chest, as the song reached its sudden end. Ramona finally stopped to catch her breath, her body still posed to present her heaving body. Her legs finally give out and she falls to her knees and forward onto her cheek, her ass **** high and her back arched. Even with no energy, her body was for other's benefit now. "How'd. You. Do?" Ramona gasps from her position.