Slap her

You reach across the counter and smack Kristen hard across the face. She never sees it coming. Her whole body flings violently. After a few seconds she recovers. "What the fuck was that?"

You answer by slapping her again. Same cheek. Just as hard. This time she steels herself.

"So this is how you like it?" Your cock throbs. It's calling the shots now. You know you wont make a rational decision for the rest of the day. "I like it like Sasha does eh? Do you like to take it as much as you like to give it?"

Kristen doesn't respond. She just stands there stewing, her anger building. But she's not run off. She's staying right where she stands, taking it.

"Tell me. That first night you were watching Sasha, before your weak little supermodel girlfriend came home, who was playing the role of the poor slutty pornstar?"

Kristen's lips squeeze into a smile. "I was."

"And your friends were smacking you and spitting you and gagging you." You tell more than you ask.

"Yes." Her confident bitchy tone is getting quieter.

"With what?"

"Their hands." She takes a deep breath.

"And you were so turned on by it, that you came back here and offered me the chance to join in. If only you could get more." You suddenly figure out where you're going with this, other than faking confidence and dominance to a level that you never thought possible. Oh and doing it all in front of a famous, gorgeous, actress. "But I don't like chicks who give the orders, understand?" You don't wait for a response, but you can see in Kristen's expression that she understands just how much she's overplayed her hand. "Now get the fuck out of here."

She doesn't budge. She just stands there. Her cleavage in the black dress heaving up and down and up and down. "I'm not leaving." She whispers intently. "You owe me more."

You scoff. On the outside you project total control. On the inside you're going 'ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod this is really happening!'

But what you say is. "I don't think you're mentally prepared for more. If I give you more, you may have a complete breakdown, have to quit your job as an actress and be my personal fuckpig for the rest of your life."

Kristen's jaw clenches. She speaks through locked teeth. "You son of a bitch!.... do it then. Make me your fuckpig."