With Anger

She puts a hand on his wrist and twists it back with a disapproving scowl, "I don't know how you got her in that position, but I'm not eager to follow her." She steps away from him briskly taking a deep sip of her drink finishing it in a matter of seconds, glaring at him. She puts the empty glass on a nearby ornate table next to a retro looking record player, and rebukes him sharply.

"I appreciate your... hospitality but all the creepy boomer 'flirting' in the world won't get me into that position. I am going to use your bathroom, if that's all you've got then I haven't got anything to be worried about from you tonight.", she spits out with venom and confidence. "Thank you for letting me come in from the cold, but if the price of a roof is my body then-"

"I'm not interested in anything transactional at this time sugar tits." he cuts her off with a nauseatingly smug grin, "Well- not anymore at least. When I finally get those pants off you I want it to be because you'e begging for it. I ain't gonna kick your sweet little ass out into the cold just because you're making it interestin'. If you make it through the night with ya' panties I'll leave you alone for good, maybe even throw a little prize your way. However, if I own your panties before the morning, I'm going to make sure everyone knows who's woman you are!"

Randy is now far more interested in Maxie then just some one off prey. Had she submitted sooner he may have simply added her to his collection. Having to stand such disrespect so long however, he knows the only fitting punishment is to make her his loyal little lover. If she's any good maybe molded into a cute little housewife. He resolves to step away and let her relax before making his next move, much to Maxie's delight.

"Well I'm glad I won't have to deal with your old, crusty come ons after tonight!" she grins ear to ear before retiring to the bathroom to refresh herself.