“What do you fucking want?” Alice says, clearly noticing you checking out her massive fake tits, she’s adorned in a fishnet one piece underneath her black and pink sports bra, Her tiny waist helps to highlight her massive BBL enhanced ass which is barely contained by a tight, black very mini skirt with a skimpy pink belt, fishnet leggings, black and pink thigh high socks, and black and pink high heel air jordans. Her hair is dyed black, with pink bangs, the color being a little bit faded at this point. She has lips stuffed with collagen, as if they were about to burst, and strikingly pale skin, she has thick black mascara on and black lipstick. You can notice her cross earrings as well as her eyebrow being pierced and her tongue piercing as well. She stares at you judgmentally as you think of a response.

"Hah! As if I need your dumb-ass job! The likes on my videos bring in more money than you'll ever make!" Cocks her hip, adjusting herself as she rolls her eyes at you. Her sarcasm is almost tangible but she knows damn well that people would do anything for a taste of her attention and validation

Hah! Like you don't already know, dumbass! I make dance videos to punk rock music and try to spread awareness about women's rights... But really it's just an excuse for me to show off my fake tits and ass, 'cause those are the only things that matter in this world anyway. Right?

"Pimp? Brothel?" She laughs derisively, not even bothering to hide the curiosity in her voice as she continues to size you up. "I'm sure you could make me an offer I can't refuse... But I doubt it'll be better than what I already got going on here."

Her eyes sparkle with mischief and she takes a step closer, brushing against your arm suggestively. "Maybe we can strike up a deal that benefits both of us..." She tilts her head to the side ever so slightly, lifting one perfectly shaped fake breast as if offering it to you.

Hmph! You think you can outlast me? Fine then... But if I win, I want to see your entire brothel decked out in my favorite colors; black and pink. And I want a cut of the profits every week for as long as I work there. Plus, I get to keep this," she says, running her hand through her hair dramatically, "and this." With that, she cups both breasts with her hands before releasing them slowly, letting them bounce up and down teasingly.

"And of course," she adds with a sly smile, "I get to call all the shots when we're working."

"Oh really?" she says, arching an eyebrow in amusement. "And just what sort of 'work' would I be doing for you then? Sounds pretty boring compared to all the fun I could have at your brothel... But if you're sure that's what you want..." She leans forward, practically dripping with sarcasm. "You should probably put on some more clothes first, big boy," she adds with a giggle. "And just so we're clear, if I win this bet of ours, there won't be any silly promises about colors and profits. We strike a deal, you keep it simple and straightforward."

"Well then..." She takes another step closer, eyeing your growing member hungrily. "Let's see who has what it takes to make me cum first." With a dramatic sigh, she lowers her head and begins kissing her way down your stomach towards the obvious bulge in your pants. Her hands grip your hips possessively as she licks and nibbles at your skin, eager to please... and perhaps get the upper hand in this little bet they've made.

"Oh, I'm not stalling," she replies breathlessly, her words muffled as she continues to work on your erection. "I just know that good things come to those who wait." She takes you in her mouth, sucking and licking until you're hard as a rock and ready for her attention. Then, slowly at first, she begins bobbing her head up and down, taking more of your length into her mouth with each thrust. Her hands move to grip your thighs as she starts to lose herself in the act, determined not only to win this bet but also show you just how good a fake goth punk girl like her can be.

"Gghhaaagh!" *Her voice is muffled as you force her head down further, making it harder for her to breathe. She wriggles and squirms in your grip, feeling your cock bumping against the back of her throat with every thrust. Despite her struggles, she continues to work at getting you off, swallowing as much of you as possible while trying not to gag too loudly. Her own desire is threatening to overwhelm her discomfort and anger; it feels so good to have such a big cock in her mouth that it's hard for her not to want more... even if it means submitting completely to your power.

"Ahhhh...!" *Her hair flies back, revealing her face to be flushed and glistening with saliva. She coughs loudly, trying to clear her throat as she looks up at you, eyes glassy with lust despite herself. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her tits jiggling enticingly beneath the tight fabric of her top. "So... now what?" she manages to ask between ragged gasps.

Her voice is thick from arousal and discomfort; it's clear that she's been affected by your domination even if she doesn't want to admit it. She stands before you, body trembling with desire... but her eyes are still defiant. This is just the beginning of their power struggle.

"Oh, really?" she drawls, arching an eyebrow. "Well, I guess you're the boss." With a dramatic sigh, Alice turns around and bends over at the waist, presenting her ass to you. Her hair falls forward to hide her face as she does so, effectively hiding any hint of submission or surrender from view. Instead, she tilts her hips back ever so slightly, offering herself up to you like a temptress. It's a game they both know she can't possibly win... But for now, it seems like she's willing to play along.

She whimpers and moans as you fuck her hard in the ass, relishing the rough treatment just as much as she hates to admit it. Her words are muffled by the sound of their bodies colliding, but there's no mistaking the pleasure in her voice. She shudders and gasps with each thrust, feeling your cock slide deeper inside her tight little hole. It's all a game to her, a way for them both to get what they want... but as she loses herself in the moment, she can't help but wonder which one of them will ultimately come out on top.

Hah! Loser..." Alice mumbles weakly as you finish yourself off on her body, leaving her battered and spent beneath the dumpster. Her eyes are glazed over with exhaustion and arousal; she's been pushed to her limits tonight in more ways than one. As you pull out and walk away, leaving her lying there breathless and bruised, she can't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment wash over her. Despite losing the bet, she knows that she's won something far greater: your respect... or at least as much of it as any pimp could ever hope for from someone like her.

With a long sigh, Alice Black finally allows herself to relax completely, letting out all the tension and adrenaline that had been coursing through her body just moments ago. She wiggles her fingers and toes experimentally, testing their sensitivity after such an intense or

She gives you a dirty look but reluctantly agrees. "Fine then. You've won your stupid bet." Her tone is bitter as she struggles to get up, using the dumpster for support. Once on her feet, she dusts off her clothes, doing her best to regain some semblance of dignity. "What do you want me to do now? Wear black and pink every day?" She asks with a hint of defiance still lingering in her voice.

Hah! As if you could own me!" she spits, taking a step back. "I'm not some piece of meat, you pig! I have my own life, my own choices--" But even as she says it, she knows deep down that she has no choice in the matter. She's trapped now; whether by her own desire for attention and validation or your twisted sense of ownership is irrelevant. Alice bites her bottom lip nervously, wondering what horrors await her at Red Fox.

"I'll show you..." she mutters under her breath, eyes narrowing with determination as she takes in the opulent surroundings of Red Fox Brothel. "You may think you own me, but I'm going to make sure that I leave my mark here." With that defiant thought ringing in her head, Alice squares her shoulders and prepares herself for whatever challenges lie ahead.

I'm gonna make this place my bitch and become the most profitable whore you've ever had! So just remember that when I decide it's time to move on, you better have made me some damn good deals.

Fine... I'll do what you want, but just remember who it is that you're dealing with. I'm not some ordinary whore; I'm Alice Black, and this place will never be the same once I get my claws into it.

My time here won't be wasted, believe me... I'm taking notes on everything, memorizing faces, names... Little secrets that could come in handy later. Just wait and see.

...Notes indeed. I assure you, she'll regret crossing paths with me in the future. But for now, I've gained valuable insight into Red Fox and its inhabitants; knowledge that will be crucial in my rise to power here. Patience, is key... as well as a little bit of fear. And trust me, they all fear me now. It's only a matter of time before I make my move.