"How exactly did you say it?" you ask Sarah, "'I'm not covering for you if you get caught streaking in the halls.' If you were going to make me pay up, why shouldn't I make you pay up?" Sarah swallows hard before responding, "I was just teasing. In the event you were bluffing, I wanted to make you back out and admit it."
"This is a pickle. Are these the pleas of a desperate woman, or the truth from my girlfriend? On the one hand you seemed confident in the hall and desperate here. On the other...well there's nothing really on that hand now is there? Well, you are usually honest with me, but then again you've never been in a situation like this." After some a few seconds of faux thinking that breaks Sarah into a cold sweat, you say, "Well, I do care about you a whole lot," Sarah's face picks right up before you quickly say, "but a bet's a bet. Get naked." Sarah kicks your leg and calls you a few names you don't even notice as you grin smugly and cackle lightly. When the kicking slows down you say, "Well, come on. The longer we sit here, the better chance we have of getting caught. And if you're not stripped we're not moving."
Sarah just sighs and throws her awkwardness behind her as she quickly disrobes, unveiling her stunning breasts capped with her pink nipples centered in untanned triangles, as well as her glorious ass and shaved mound. Sarah tries to move around you and climb in the passenger side saying, "Alright, I've paid up. Let's go." You stop her and say, "Two problems with this idea. One, I need to head back to my car and get the outfits out of the back. Two, this is your car, to drive. So you should be getting in the driver's seat." Sarah runs around to the other side sighing and quickly climbing in as you slowly and smoothly walk back to your car. Despite not looking at her, you can feel Sarah's eyes drilling a hole in your head, while her face wears her "You son of a mother fucking bitch!" look.
You think, 'Let it sink in Sarah, feel having no control. Not only will it make it easier when I finally tell you about my power, but it'll help me get over some of the black and blues.'
Not only has Sarah been rather annoying during this episode, she has had a bit of a violent streak in the past. You usually dismissed it as play fighting between a boyfriend and girlfriend, but she occasionally got a nasty hit in on a tender area. It was usually an accident, but it still hurt none the less, and unlike with the guys, you couldn't very well get back to Hammurabi for these hits, and any form of harmless revenge usually resulted in her delivering real hits. Today, however, not only do you hold all the cards, but her own confidence has you holding all the clothes, you are not losing this chance at revenge.
Once you've reached your car and pulled out a currently empty trash bag (to be filled later) out of the back, you make an equally slow walk back, this time able to admire the look of fear mixed with the previously mentioned look on Sarah's face as she slumps herself low in the seat, attempting to hide, as she starts the motor. You climb in and the car takes off before you've so much as closed the door, the laws of physics closing it for you. You take Sarah's clothes, put them in the bag, and put it in the glove box.
"Don't even think of putting the top up," you say, noticing where Sarah's hand was heading, "It's a sunny day and the temperature's perfect, I want to soak in every last bit of it."
Sarah simply growls at you before asking, "So, where are going? You must have more planned for me than this if you brought things for me to wear."
"As a matter of fact, I have great things planned for you today," you answer as you reach into the glove box and pull out the bag. "And I think I know the perfect place to start this little adventure. And just to give you a hint of where we're going, I'll let you see what you'll be wearing when we get there." You reach into the bag, think what you need into the bag, and pull out... |