There’s something in the way she moves. Without reservation or worry. She shakes her hips and rubs her sweet ass all over me, but promises nothing as she walks off the dance floor.
She has no clue of my power, my money, my lust.
As fucked up as it is, I want her to do it all over again.
Deny me, little virgin. Promise yourself and walk away, because the day will come when you wouldn’t dare move from the offer I give.
And then everything changes in a split second.
An issue in my business has me confronting staff and who do I find in the middle of the crowd?
My kitten. My pet.
Oh, how fun this is going to be. She works for me?
Of course, she does. She’s my wicked little virgin.