Take Advantage of the Situation

"Okay Trent." You nod. "I'll keep your secret."

"Thank you." Trent exhaled sharply and closes his eyes. "I knew I could count on you."

"Of course..." You add innocently. "There will be...stipulations." You grin evilly as you see Trent's eyes open wide in realization that he wasn't going to get off easy. You feel bad for the poor guy, but there was no way you were passing this up.

"S-stipulations?" He asks wearily.

"Just a few conditions to ensure that my mouth stays shut." You grin. he gulps nervously.

"Oh, man...you're going to **** me, Joy?"

"**** is such an ugly word." You laugh. "Think of it as...a bribe."

"I can't believe you're going to do this to me." Trent scowls angrily at you. "What the hell did I ever do to you? I thought we were friends."

"We are. What's a little bribing between friends, hmmm?"

"You bitch." Trent seeths at you. You are a little taken aback to see him this enraged, but you realize that there's no going back now.

"Ah, ah, ah." You wave your finger. "Naughty boy! I don't think you should be calling your new mistress names."

"Mistress?! Are you serious?" Trent asks.

"Unless you want your mom to know you're peddling dildos, I suggest you get used to the fact that I own you now." You smirk.

"Ugh..." Trent slaps his forehead in aggrevation. He shakes it slowly in defeat. "Fine...whatever." He looks up at you. Defeat in his voice, but ire still fills his eyes. His angry glare almost floors you. It's enough to make you lose your resolve, but you hold strong.

"C'mon, Trent. I'm not going to do anything terrible to you. I still like you, y'know."

"I find that hard to believe." Trent crosses his arms. "Okay, Joy..."

"Mistress." You interrupt. The look on his face is priceless.

"Mistress." Trent repeats, his voice oozing with sarcasm. "What do you want from me, huh?"