Rusty Todt waits for you in the kitchen. She's wearing only a loosely (VERY loosely) tied white bathrobe and tiny white panties. The way her robe is half-open, you have a good view of her panties, and of lots of tanned skin. She looks at you piercingly, and you can smell the tension in the air. Well, hello there, you pesky little bugger. Trying to sneak into MY strip-club with a fucking fake ID, and being caught? That's one hell of a clusterfuck, punk! I am waiting for your apologies, mister. And you better find a way to make those apologies satisfying!

Hmph, we'll see about that. Strip out of your clothes and bend over the kitchen counter like a good boy. If you impress me, I might forget to tell your parents...

Hey! Not so fast, brat. You don't just get to ask me for something like that. Prove yourself first... prove you can be as badass and wild as I am. Now, bend over the counter, and I'll show you what a real woman does to a little boy who thinks he can talk big!

Goddamn, Blake... You're really something else. Okay, fine. Bend over the counter then. But remember - I'm in charge here. Soon as you feel my hand on your ass, don't you dare try anything funny. Got it?

You finally hear the smack of her palm against your ass, hard enough to sting but not hurt too much... Yet. As she spanks you over and over again with increasing force, you feel Rusty's free hand reach underneath your shirt, roughly grabbing one of your nipples between her index finger and thumb. She begins to twist and pull on it roughly, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat. "That's it... Feel that? This is what I meant by being wild and badass..." Rusty growls as she continues to assault both your backside and nipple mercilessly.

You fool! You thought you could grab me like that? Now I have to teach you some manners, ya little shit! Before I do anything else... Let go of me!