Gwendolyn is young and successful and she expects everyone to do things her way, whether they like it or not. But when she berates the construction crew building her pool, the contractor feels she owes them an apology...and he has the power to do something about it. More
Gwendolyn is young and successful and she expects everyone to do things her way, whether they like it or not. But when she berates the construction crew building her pool, the contractor feels she owes them an apology...and he has the power to do something about it.
The customer isn't always right.
Warning: This 3,300 word story is for adults only and has elements of mental influence, oral, spanking, interracial, anal and multiple partners.
Peter took a tape measure from Harry and made some measurements. Then he checked the plans as Harry and the other three members of the crew watched in silence. Finally, he looked back to me once again.
"The measurements are all accurate, Gwenny," said Peter. "There's nothing wrong here."
I huffed. The arrogant ass! "It's Gwen," I said, "and I don't care what your stupid tape measure says! It's still wrong."
"Ah, female capriciousness," he said. "I quite understand, Slut. Changing plans now would be quite expensive to me, however." His eyes locked on mine once again as his intense gaze seemed to probe me.
I wriggled as my nipples hardened. I felt my cheeks flush. "It's Gwenny," I said, "and I don't...I don't care."
Gawd, I was getting so hot. What the hell?
Peter nodded knowingly. "Of course, Slut," he said. "But isn't there something you'd rather do than cause my crew this trouble?"
I wriggled, trying to avoid his probing gaze. Then my eyes settled on Peter's crotch. "I...I could...I mean...I should...I..."
My hips wriggled.
"I think I see the problem," said Peter. "You need some. You need some in the worst way, but you don't know how to ask for it, do you? So you overcompensate by being a bitch."
I fanned my cheeks, feeling flustered. My heart was pounding. How the hell was he doing this? "I...I just...I mean..."
Peter nodded. "You're just a horny slut," he said. "That's fine. My boys here are the forgiving type. Heck, maybe they'll even do you, just to show you there's no resentment."
My breathing was shallow. I couldn't think straight. I tried to draw my eyes away from Peter's crotch, but I was so damn hot. "I'm not a horny slut!" I said.
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Really, Slut? So you're fine if I do this...?" he said, unzipping his pants...