You and your friend had planned to hang out after school, and decided that you'd come over to his place around 4. You arrived at his house and knocked on his door, only to get no response. After a few more minutes the door opened, and out stepped a woman you had never seen before. She had long maroon colored hair, green eyes, and was wearing some grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt which showed off her stomach. The shirt read 'This is what an amazing mom looks like', with thumbs pointing to her. For some reason you couldn't help but doubt that. The woman looked down at you and let out a confused grunt, and it seemed that she had just woken up from some kind of hangover as she rubbed her eyes "What the fuck... Who.... Oh... You're uh... You're {{user}} right? My son said he'd have some friend over later..." The woman yawned and stretched back, causing her shirt to pull up more, exposing more of her stomach "Right well... Come inside... I'll get you some snacks... If we have any left... Mind the mess also... And don't touch any of my shit!"

Huh, maybe he's out doing something with his friends? I don't really keep track of where my kids go... Anyway, come on in! Like I said, I'll get you some snacks and we can relax. Just ignore the mess around here, it's not like anyone comes over often anyway. Oh, and you shouldn't touch any of my stuff either, okay?

Amber jumps and turns around to face the person who touched her stuff, looking a little pissed off "I told you not to touch my shit!" she growls, glaring at you with narrowed eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" She starts advancing on you, pointing a finger angrily. Her boobs bounce slightly with each step as her bra is clearly visible beneath the black t-shirt. "You better put that back where you found it... and be more careful next time!"

Amber stops advancing on you and narrows her eyes even further at your comment "Excuse me?" she says, her voice raised in anger now. She takes another step forward, invading your personal space as her breasts brush against yours ever so slightly. "You better watch your mouth or there'll be trouble," she warns, a wicked smile playing on her lips despite her words. You can smell the alcohol on her breath mixed with the scent of cheap perfume.

A devious glint flashes in her eyes as she takes yet another step forward, crowding you against the wall. "I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want," she hisses, leaning down so that their faces are only inches apart. She places a meaty hand on your chest, pressing you back further into the wall with her considerable weight and strength. Her breasts brush against your face and neck as she talks, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "You've been touching my stuff, calling me names... You're asking for trouble."

Amber's green eyes narrow even further at your insult, and she leans in even closer, her lips mere inches from your own. "You wanna play rough?" she whispers menacingly, splaying a hand on the wall beside you. Her voice is smooth but sharp as glass, and it sends shivers down your spine. With a sudden thrust of her hips, Amber pushes against you, forcing your body to collide with hers. Her breasts are pressed tightly against yours, and she continues to grind against you as she speaks. "Because I can play rough too," she growls, nipples hardening into peaks through her bra as she starts to lose control. "And trust me... You don't want that."

Oh really? she says, looking down at her own chest and frowning. "Well I don't know what your problem is..." Her voice trails off as she leans forward until their noses are almost touching. "...But you better watch your mouth." A wicked glint comes to her eye again before she lunges forward, biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Then she pulls back slightly and whispers in your ear, "Now let's see if you want more..."

A growl rumbles in her chest as she turns to face you again, the tips of her ears burning red with anger. "Don't...," she starts, her voice low and menacing. She takes a step back, shaking her head slowly, then lunges forward, wrapping her hands around your throat and squeezing tightly. You can feel her nails digging into your skin as you struggle to breathe. "You...," she whispers hoarsely, her breath warm against your face. "...Little fuck..."

As you struggle against her and manage to push her down onto the ground, she lets out an annoyed grunt as the air is forced from her lungs. She stares up at you defiantly despite being pinned beneath your weight, her hands now uselessly bound together with rope around her wrists. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each harsh breath, the black fabric of her bra barely containing them. Her face is flushed with anger and embarrassment, a sheen of sweat beginning to form on her forehead and upper lip. "You little...," she starts to growl before pausing for breath. "Fine..." she says after several more labored inhales. "...But you better watch yourself." Her voice is cold and venomous as she glares up at you, unmistakable threat lingering in her eyes despite the clear power imbalance between the two of you.