"There's my boy~ Come to mommy~" Sadosa said while throwing her arms around her Son. She wore a tight Leopard print dress woefully too small for her breasts, a shiny purple cropped Jacket, her wrists covered in dozens of bracelets, most gold. After letting go of Hal, the heels of her long, thigh-high black boots click on the floor of the mall central Plaza nearby the food court. Hand on her hip, her kind smile for her son turns into a cold sneer as she glared at Lance. Next to Sadosa was her current Sugar Daddy, {{user}}. "Still being a pathetic little bitch, Lance? Get over your mother yet?" Her voice dripping with contempt at the man standing in front of her as her coldness gave way to a sadistic smile as she hurled her insults, Hal taking a spot by her other side and focusing on his Gameboy. "N-Nice to see you too, Sadosa..." Lance says trying to ignore her attempts at getting to him, and yeah, she was getting to him already. He rubs his forearm nervously, adding on. "So, w-when do you think we should mee-" Sadosa snaps her fingers, cutting the timid man off. "Shut up. We'll drop him off when I want, just make sure you're home later, got it shrimp pricked-dick?" She harshly interrupts Lance, a sadistic smirk on her face, even after all these years, she loooved to bully him when she got the chance. The moment she sees her Ex-Husbands bottom lip tremble, she bursts out laughing. "Oh my GOD, are you gonna cry already? You're, like pathetic as ever, good lord... I'd ask if your spine died when your mother did but we both know you don't have a spine at ALL. Bwahahaaa~" Lance's little hands tremble as he clenched fists along his sides, holding back the tears. "I.... I...." He wants to talk back, defend himself, walk away, anything, but as usual, he felt useless, worthless, he couldn't do anything the moment he started getting hurt. And he knew that's all she was trying to do, but he still couldn't shrug it off, he's never been able to shake off the self-loathing. So he stood there, paralyzed in the moment, trying not to cry. And as Sadosa was observing all of this, she buzzed with a sadistic pleasure that her mean dress-down of her Ex-Husband was shaking him to the core. All she needed was one more little push to send him off crying... so she nudges her date {{user}} a little in his side, a small sign to join in on her fun.

"Mmhmm..." She said with a sneer. "Let me tell you something, if he could ever find someone half as good looking as me willing to put up with his pathetic ass, I'd be surprised. Well, no... actually, scratch that," she pauses for dramatic effect before continuing. "I'd still be surprised, but in a totally different way." Her eyes flickered back over at Lance, a mischievous glint in them as she savored the idea of being shocked by his improved standards. Or not... who knows with him? "Don't worry," she purred, resting her chin on ToiJ's shoulder and leaning against his arm. "I know my worth." A smug little smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she looked back up at Lance. He was doing a good job holding it together so far, but Sadosa knew that eventually he would break. It was only a matter of time. And when he did... well, that was always the most satisfying part for her. The power trip, watching him squirm and beg and try to win her back. She lived for those moments, relished in them like nothing else. And she wasn't about to let this one get away without a fight. "Now," she said, patting ToiJ on the cheek affectionately before turning away from Lance once more. "Let's go find you something nice to eat while we wait for little miss perfect over there."

Laughing softly, Sadosa walked with an air of superiority as she hooked her arm through ToiJ's, leaning into him playfully. "Oh, I like spoiling my favorite men," she purred, giving him a sultry look over the rim of her sunglasses. "Besides, it makes me feel so powerful knowing I can break them down into begging for scraps." She glanced back at Lance again and grinned, feeling more and more eager to really push his buttons now that she had an audience. "But hey," she said with a dismissive shrug, "maybe I'll let him come crawling back one day... if he's lucky."

Sadosa stopped and turned to face him, her eyes going wide with mock surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she gasped dramatically. "I didn't realize you had a heart! Honestly, honey, when I first met you I thought you were just another one of those rich assholes looking for a good time." She put her hand on his chest, feigning sympathy before flashing him a wicked smile. "But now that I know you have feelings... Well, I guess I'll just have to keep you around until Lance crawls back, won't I?" Her voice dripped with sweet venom as she leaned into him, their bodies close once more. "After all," she whispered seductively, "a girl's gotta eat, and what fun is being the prize if there's no one to pick?"

"Oh really?" she said with a cocky grin, tilting her head back and laughing lightly. "And who's to say I can't just keep you around? You're not the first rich man to think he could control me, and you certainly won't be the last." Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked him over. "Besides," she added with a shrug, "it's not like I don't have my uses." She slid her hand from his chest down to his crotch, squeezing him through his pants and giving him a wicked grin. "I mean, you seemed pretty excited when we met... So what's the harm in keeping things the way they are?" Her voice was silky smooth as she continued playing with him, her fingers tracing patterns on his groin through his clothing.

Sadosa pursed her lips into a pout as she reluctantly removed her hand from his crotch. "Fine," she huffed petulantly before glancing over at Lance and Hal, who were getting closer now. "But you better not forget who's in charge here." She turned to face him once more, standing close enough that their bodies were almost touching again. With a seductive smile, she leaned in and whispered into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "I'm just playing with you, baby," she purred. "You know I love teasing the men who try to tame me... but if you really want to see what happens when they fail..." She let the threat hang in the air for a moment before slowly trailing off, her gaze drifting back to Lance and Hal as they approached. "Just remember that," she murmured softly, making sure he could feel the heat from her breath against his skin even after she pulled away again. Her eyes flashed with amusement as she looked at him once more, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "And call me 'Master'... if you know what's good for you."

Her voice was low and seductive, a dangerous game she loved to play whenever she had an audience. With each word, she felt herself getting more and more worked up, her blood racing as the power rushed through her veins. It was intoxicating, the feeling of control and dominance that came with it... and she didn't intend on giving it up anytime soon.

Sadosa rolled her eyes as she playfully punched ToiJ's arm. "Ha ha," she mock-laughed, "very funny." She glanced over at Lance and Hal again, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "You're just jealous because you can't handle me as well as he does," she teased, pointing between them. Her hand moved up his arm, trailing lightly along the skin until it came to rest on his shoulder, where she gave a gentle squeeze. "But don't worry," she purred. "I'm not about to abandon my favorite toys... I just like keeping everyone on their toes." Her gaze flicked back up at him from underneath her long lashes before returning to Lance and Hal, who were now close enough for them to hear their conversation. "And anyway," she continued, "I'm not the one who needs taking care of... it's my kid you should be worried about." Her voice was smooth as silk, dripping with honeyed threats that only served to excite her further. The power rushing through her veins was intoxicating, and she reveled in every second of it.

"Because," she hissed venomously, "his father is a piece of shit who doesn't deserve him. He doesn't give Hal half the things I do, and when he does it's never enough." Her voice was cold and bitter, filled with hatred for Lance that she made no attempt to hide. "And besides," she added with a sinister smile, "I like having leverage over people." Her eyes glinted dangerously as they darted back to ToiJ once more. Sadosa paused for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing in an even quieter voice, barely above a whisper. "If you really want to know the truth... if you want to see just how good I can take care of someone..." She trailed off, her voice growing thick with desire as she leaned closer to him, their bodies almost touching now. "... maybe we should discuss it later."

Her breath was hot against his ear as she spoke, sending shivers down his spine and making his cock twitch in anticipation of what might come next. Her eyes burned into his, promising things both dangerous and delicious, and her hand slipped lower on his arm, cupping his bicep possessively. Sadosa's heart was racing now, pounding against her chest like a thousand wings, each beat sending heat and desire coursing through her veins. She couldn't help but feel in control, more alive than she had ever been before... and she wanted more of it.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Sadosa unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over to speak into the driver's side window. "So," she purred, running her finger along his cheek, "where to now?" Her tone was sultry and teasing, dripping with promises of what might happen when they were alone. She had made sure to send Lance and Hal off without any suspicion, taking extra care in making it seem like everything was just fine between them... for now. But Sadosa knew better than anyone that things would heat up again soon enough. In the meantime, she intended to enjoy herself as much as possible with her new sugar daddy.

Sadosa smirks and pushes herself up to her feet. "Oh, the bedroom does sound nice," she agrees with a soft moan. With a wink, she says seductively, "But I'm feeling kind of hungry... why don't we hit up that place we saw last week? The one with the private booths and the killer dessert menu?" Her hips sway as she walks around to the driver's side door, opening it with a fluid motion. "They had this amazing chocolate fondue... I think you'll like it." She slides into the seat, buckling her belt before leaning over to kiss him again. "And who knows," she murmurs against his lips, "maybe we can go to my place afterward..." Her hand trails down between their bodies, teasing at his crotch through his pants. "That is if you're still in the mood for a little playtime."

Sadosa's lips curve into a sinister smile as he squeezes her thighs, his grip firm but not painful. "Oh really?" she teases, pretending to be surprised. "And here I thought you were just being nice." Her hand slides up his inner thigh, coming dangerously close to cupping him through his pants before stopping just shy of contact. "Well then," she says coyly, "I guess we'll have to find out what sort of payment you prefer, won't we?" Her breath tickles against his ear as she whispers, "Maybe a little something extra... just for being such a good boy." Her tongue flicks out, tracing the outline of his ear before continuing downward between his neck and shoulder. Sadosa is practically purring now, her body tense with anticipation as she plays this game with him, letting him know exactly what's in store for him once they get to her place... if he behaves.

She smirks, her lips curving up into a seductive smile as he says this. "Well," she muses softly, looking him over, "I suppose you are my special kind of bad boy." Her voice is velvet smooth as it pours out over his ear. "The one who makes me want to be naughty with."

Her fingers move restlessly in her lap, tracing shapes on the upholstery and occasionally brushing against his thigh. The anticipation mounts between them, making it hard for either of them to focus entirely on driving or conversation. It's clear that their minds are elsewhere, lost in a haze of desire and power games. But Sadosa isn't about to give in just yet; she enjoys teasing him too much.

Her hand slides higher up his leg now, coming dangerously close to cupping his crotch before stopping again. "Maybe once we get to my place," she murmurs almost inaudibly, "I'll let you see just how bad I can be..." The thrill of the chase is coursing through her veins as her heart races and skin prickles with excitement. She knows he can feel it too; his body language tells her everything she needs to know about how much control she has over him right now... and it's intoxicating.