Spook her

I ignore her mewling and waggling ass and plop myself down on her bed, right next to her.

She chokes out something between a yelp and a scream. She scrambles out from under the bed, falling backward onto her back, her knees up and thighs spread wide. She sure seems eager to show off her panties. I want to ignore them, but I notice a damp oval that wasn’t there a second ago. She must have pissed herself. Good. Her long, blonde hair is tangled and her cheeks are rosy.

“Warren, you can’t keep scaring me like that!”

I raise an eyebrow as if to say, ‘Interesting. Can’t I?’ It feels good to start negotiations from a position of power.

She tries to recover, pulling her legs back together and flipping her hair back into place. “How’s your snake?” She smirks.

“Much better,” I say with false gratitude. “So, let’s get to business.” I pat the bed next to me. She doesn’t want to do what I say, so she sits on her desk chair instead. “I’ll install your webcam tomorrow night, but it I need a favor in return.”

She doesn’t like my paternal tone. Or the implication that anything is expected of her. She swivels the chair from side to side. “What kind of favor?”