Smack that ass

After all the ****, this is the minimum she deserves. I ease the door closed. Then I quietly get down low, beside her waggling ass. I flatten my hand and hover it over the bottom of her impossibly spherical cheek that is mostly exposed. I draw back about two feet and smile to myself, committing the next few seconds to memory.

SMACK!

The shockwave explodes across her smooth, bare cheek. I hold my hand there, feeling the waves rock back and forth.

“AAAEEEEE!” She yelps and her knees give out, shooting her legs straight and her body drops flat to the carpet. She throws her hands back protectively over her ass as she rocks it side to side. “Oooooh! Ow! Ow!” She whines as the sting builds. Still from somewhere under the bed, “OMG, Warren! What was that for?” She rubs her ass to dull the sting. It is lovely to watch.

“Call it karma.”

She crawl out and sits up on her knees. Her face is red and she stares at me like an angry child. She twists to look at her own ass, pulling back the waistbands of her shorts and underwear. “You made my ass red, jerk.”

“I can get the other cheek if you want them to match.” Something flickers in her eyes and her lips tighten.

“Whatever.” She continues to rub her backside.

“So about the webcam,” I say, sitting on the bed. “What is it worth to you?”

Tonya looks at me dumbly. “It’s worth what I paid for it, duh.” What a smart-ass she can be. I wait for a better answer. “I don’t know, what's it worth to you?"

"How about a favor for a favor?"

"I'm not blowing you, perv."

I smile. "That isn't even close."

She looks cautious. "So what is it then?"