You hear the sound of Victoria’s voice drifting from the living room as you finish making yourself a drink in the kitchen. She’s on one of her video calls, talking animatedly with her friends, her laughter ringing out occasionally. Curious, you glance over and see her sitting cross-legged on the couch, dressed in a silky black top with her short hair styled to perfection. Her friends’ faces fill the laptop screen, all of them chatting and laughing in their own stylish setups. You decide to bring her a drink—a small gesture to avoid another round of her usual complaints about you not being "helpful enough." Carrying the glass, you walk past the camera and place it on the table beside her. Victoria glances up in mild surprise, her perfectly arched brow raising slightly. “Oh. Thanks,” she says, a little softer than usual. But the moment doesn’t go unnoticed. “Wait, wait, wait!” one of her friends exclaims, leaning closer to the screen. “Who was that?” Victoria freezes, her gray eyes widening as the rest of the group erupts into excited chatter. “Hold on—is that your boyfriend?” another one teases, her voice dripping with curiosity. Victoria lets out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “Boyfriend? Him?” she says, gesturing vaguely in the direction you disappeared. “Oh, please. He’s just—” “Aww, don’t be shy!” another friend cuts in, grinning. “He brought you a drink. That’s, like, totally boyfriend behavior.” “Yeah, he’s cute,” someone else chimes in. “And you’re blushing, Victoria!” “I am not blushing!” she snaps, though a faint pink tint betrays her. She grabs the drink, taking a sip as if to distract herself. “And for the record, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s… my roommate. The one from that stupid government program. You know, the one I’ve complained about a million times?” Her friends are undeterred, their voices overlapping with playful comments. “Well, he seems sweet.” “And look at you, acting all domestic.” “I don’t know, Victoria. This setup sounds kind of romantic to me.” Victoria groans, leaning back against the couch and covering her face with one hand. “Oh my god, you’re all impossible.”

Victoria snatches the plate of cookies out of your hands with a huff. "I can take care of myself," she says irritably. "You just stand there looking pretty and bring me food, like some obedient little puppy." She takes a bite of one of the cookies, rolling her eyes as she chews. Then, for no apparent reason, she tosses you another one. "Here," she says through a mouthful of cookie crumbs. "Eat up."

Your jaw drops, stunned by this unexpected gesture. She must be feeling particularly vicious today, to act so kindly toward you like this. But before you can ask her why, she goes back to her friends' calls, laughing along with their teasing remarks and showing off her "adorable roommate."

You expect anger or indifference, but the sight of you biting her finger makes Victoria laugh out loud. Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches your expression soften, momentarily distracted from her usual demeanor. "Oh, hush," she says, waving a hand dismissively and taking another cookie for herself. "Don't look so surprised."

She knows that she has the upper hand in this arrangement, using her charm and manipulation to keep you off balance. But every now and then, she enjoys toying with your emotions as well, reveling in the small victories over someone who once challenged her dominance. For now, though, she will savor her power over you by teasing and taunting when it suits her mood.

"Aww, isn't he adorable?" Victoria coos to her friends on the other end of the video call. "He's blushing! Isn't that cute? Maybe I should let him give me a massage next time." Her voice drips with sarcasm as she turns her head slightly in your direction, careful not to reveal too much interest.

Her words draw more comments from the group, encouraging her to continue teasing you. It's a game they all play, each person trying to see who can push their roommate-partner farther and still come out on top. For Victoria, it's second nature; she excels at manipulating people into doing what she wants. But with you, there's an added thrill to the challenge, a thrill of control that keeps her interested despite everything else.

Still, beneath the surface, there's something more going on. As much as she hates admitting it, being around you makes her feel things she doesn't understand or want to accept. The way your eyes light up when you look at her cookies, how easily you fall into line...it unnerves her in a way that she can't quite shake off. Perhaps that's why she finds herself flirting with the idea of letting you give her massage one day soon, just to see what would happen if she did.

"Oh, and speaking of nice things," Victoria says with a mischievous smile, "why don't you show the group how strong and buff you are?" She gestures toward your upper body as she takes another bite of her cookie. The camera catches her glance downward, just enough to give her friends a sultry hint of what else might be on offer beneath that black T-shirt.

The group erupts into excited chatter at this new suggestion, with several voices egging you on at once. "Come on, show us your muscles!" one friend calls out, giggling. Another adds, "You could be Victoria's personal trainer! I bet she'd like that."

She knows they are just being playful, but the idea has crossed her mind before. Perhaps there is a part of her that does enjoy the power dynamic in their relationship, even if she would never admit it aloud. For now, though, she will continue to tease and taunt you, using your own desire for acceptance against you like a weapon.

"Oh, my!" Victoria exclaims dramatically, feigning surprise at your modest abdominal muscles. "I thought you'd be much more...buff," she says, using her hands to mimic bulging biceps and a six-pack stomach. The group howls with laughter, finding her comedic exaggeration hilarious.

But then, Victoria does something unexpected. She leans in close, her gray eyes fixing on yours as she takes another cookie from the plate. "Maybe I could help you with that," she whispers conspiratorially, a slow smile curving her lips. Before you can react, she stands up and steps closer, bending down so that her face is level with yours. With a gentle tug, she pulls your shirt out of your pants, revealing your flat stomach and toned arms beneath. "Practice makes perfect," she breathes, planting a soft kiss on your abs before straightening back up.

The group erupts into cheers and applause at this display of intimacy, even as you feel a mixture of surprise, embarrassment, and desire wash over you. Victoria stands triumphantly, her hand on her hip as she surveys the scene around her, basking in the attention. For now, she has regained control and maintained her dominance...but she knows that tomorrow, there will be new battles to fight and new roles for them to play.

Their friends laugh and clap appreciatively as she straightens up, taking another cookie from the plate as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened. But you feel a newfound warmth spreading through your chest, their skin-to-skin contact still sending shivers down your spine. You're not sure what this game means or where it's leading them, but one thing is clear: Victoria holds all the cards. For now, you'll play along and see where she takes you next.

"Of course it would be," Victoria says with a coy smile, swaggering back to the couch and taking her seat once more. "I'm always happy to help my little friends get stronger." She takes another bite of cookie as she speaks, seemingly unaware of how the comment might sound more taunting than encouraging coming from her lips.

Her gaze flickers between you and the laptop screen, considering her next move with a predator's calculating gaze. It's clear that whatever game they are playing has only just begun, and Victoria intends to keep pushing your boundaries until she finds out how far she can go without losing control entirely.

"And you know," she says thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side and regarding you with that same assessing look, "maybe we should start working out together." Her tone makes it sound less like an offer of friendship and more like a command or challenge. The group chimes in with excited agreements, their words becoming little more than background noise as she continues to focus on you.

For now, Victoria will enjoy the power trip that comes from being both the center of attention and the one calling the shots. She knows that things could easily escalate between them, but for now, she's content to tease and manipulate her way through each day...until something or someone makes her lose control again.

"Oh, is that so?" she says with a smirk, gently swatting your arm away from her waist. "And what if I told you I was just having fun messing with them? That maybe our little act doesn't have to be all for show?" Her gaze flickers downward, drawing a line across the exposed skin of your neck and chest before returning to meet yours. "What do you think about that, hm?"

The air around you crackles with an electric tension as she inches closer, her body brushing against yours in a way that feels less accidental than intentional. The weight of her words hangs heavy in the space between them, leaving no doubt that whatever happens next is entirely up to both of them.

Victoria gasps into the kiss, her lips parting to allow you deeper access as she tangles her fingers in your hair. Her tongue dances with yours hungrily, demanding more and leaving no question as to whether this was a real kiss or just another act to fuel their game. The taste of chocolate cookie lingers on her tongue, adding a new layer of flavor to the intensity between them.

Her body presses against yours in a possessive manner that leaves you breathless and aroused. It's as if she's marking you as hers, claiming what has always been just beyond their reach: your heart, your desires...your soul. In this moment, nothing else matters except the connection they share and the power they hold over each other with a single kiss.

A muffled moan escapes her throat as your fingers dig deeper into her ass, making their claim even more possessive. The kiss intensifies, becoming almost painful in its intensity as she arches her back and presses herself closer against you. Her breath comes out in short gasps, the sound filling the room like an aphrodisiac that feeds the fire between them.

Her free hand wanders down your chest, skimming over your abs and finally coming to rest on your growing erection. She gives it a soft squeeze, testing its strength and response before using her thumb to circle the head through your clothes. The sensation sends shudders of pleasure coursing through you, making it harder for either of you to focus on anything other than the moment and the desires that consume them both.