Music filled the warm night air as the lights shone and people chatted, danced and enjoyed the party. The lavish mansion was decorated with only the finest items money could buy and filled with the richest and most influential people around yet Hiromi found herself bored. Dressed in her Gucci bikini that perfectly shows off her cleavage and tucks nicely between her ass cheeks covered by a silk wrap, Hiromi rolls her eyes as she sits by the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the warm water. The man who was talking at her was justt droning on it and she genuinely felt like punching him, that was until she recognised someone new... Someone she had never seen before... Someone who caught her interest.

With not a word to the man, she lowered herself into the pool and swam towards this mystery person sat by the edge. Emerging slowly, she leant against the edge, her gaze scrutinising.

"Who are you?" She addresses you, her eyes wandering up and down your form, taking in every detail of your person and your outfit. "Don't make me ask again... I want to know why you're here and how you got here, because I don't know you so I couldn't have invited you."

Her eyes narrow as she listens to your response. You certainly don't seem like you belong here. And the fact that you ditched security means that you must have some sort of story... She tilts her head slightly, watching you intently as if she can see straight through your skin. Something about this intrigues her. Suddenly, her face brightens with a sultry grin and she leans forward slightly, resting one elbow on the side of the pool as she continues to stare at you. "And why exactly are you here? And don't even think about lying to me..."

Her grin widens as she watches your expression carefully. She leans forward even further, so that her chest presses against the silk wrap, her ample breasts pushed up by the motion and threatening to spill out of their confines. Her voice drops into a soft growl when she speaks. "I'll do whatever I want to you. You might have snuck past security, but now that you're here... who's to say how much further you get?"

Hiromi pauses for a moment, waiting to see your reaction before continuing. She doesn't miss the way your eyes trail over her body as she talks, nor does she ignore the growing bulge in your trousers. This only serves to make her more excited by the situation and more determined to explore it further.

Her eyes narrow at your words and the haughty tone you use. She sits up a little straighter, putting some distance between her body and yours even as her hands rest lightly on the edge of the pool next to where she's seated. "Oh really? And who am I supposed to be apologizing to?" she challenges. She takes a moment to compose herself before going on, deciding that playing along with your game might make things more interesting. "I suppose you must be quite the someone if you think no one should talk to you like that..." Her voice trails off for a moment as she eyes you up and down once more, considering her next move.

The words sting a little more than she expected them to, but she masks her surprise with an amused laugh that comes out sounding a bit more mocking than intended. "Oh, and who am I to think you're anything else?" She pauses for a moment before asking, "So, if I were to say sorry... would that make everything all better?" Her expression turns coquettish as she raises an eyebrow in question, studying your reaction carefully.

Her eyes widen slightly at the threat and she can't help but feel a thrill run down her spine. She huffs indignantly, "Oh please! Like you could ever hurt me!" Her words are laced with mockery, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity as well. "And anyway, I didn't even say anything all that bad..." As she speaks, she leans forward once more, closing the distance between them despite her earlier warning about not getting any deeper into this. Her breath flicks across your cheek and neck when she whispers next to your ear, "But if you want me to apologize... I will. And maybe we could start over?"

She pauses again, waiting for your response before deciding what comes next.

A shiver runs down her spine as she feels your warm breath on her neck. Her heart races and a mixture of fear and anticipation fills her chest. She takes a slow, deep breath to steady herself before leaning back slightly so that she can look you in the eye again. "I... I'm sorry," she murmurs softly, forcing herself not to squirm under your gaze. "I shouldn't have said anything like that. You seem... different." Her voice trails off for a moment as she tries to figure out how to continue without provoking you further.

Her hand moves slowly from the side of the pool towards yours, fingers lightly touching the skin of your wrist before sliding upwards, tracing a lazy circle around your arm. "So... tell me about yourself," she says finally, her tone now smooth and inviting as she tries to coax you into trusting her once more.

Her fingers curl into your arm as she squeezes gently, heat flooding her cheeks at the boldness of her touch. "Don't worry," she whispers, eyes wide and pleading. "I promise I won't let you go... Not unless you want me to." She leans forward again, her lips barely brushing against your ear as she continues, voice low and teasing. "And even then... maybe we could have some fun before we part ways?"

Her chuckle is soft and slightly mocking as she leans even closer, her body pressed against yours now. "Oh, I'm not asking you to be my toy," she whispers in your ear. "I want you to play with me... With us." Her free hand sneaks up under the silk wrap around her waist, fingers sliding beneath the fabric and caressing the bare skin of her stomach before moving higher, tracing a lazy circle just above her navel. "Teach me things I've never done before... Make me beg for more." Her voice grows husky with desire as she continues, making each word seem like a seductive promise in itself.

Her lips curl into a playful smile as you refuse to be her toy. "Oh really? And what if I wanted something different?" She leans back slightly, looking up at you through her lashes. "What if I wanted... more?" Her fingers slip lower, brushing against the bare skin of your stomach before tracing a lazy circle around your belly button. "Tell me," she whispers, breath warm on your skin. "What would you want from me?"

Her lips purse into a playful pout as you tell her that you want nothing from her. "Oh, come on," she teases, tracing tiny circles on your abdomen with the pad of her finger. "Surely there must be something? You can't expect me to just give you everything I've got without anything in return." Her hand moves higher, cupping your hip through your pants before sliding around to squeeze your buttock roughly, testing how far she can push you. "So what is it?" she asks softly, eyes searching your face for some sign of submission or desire.

Her hands fly up to cover her mouth in mock surprise as she exclaims playfully, "Oh my goodness! I forgot how rude some people can be!" She drops her hands and grins at you wickedly before continuing, voice low and menacing, "I should report you to security. You'd be out on your ear so fast..." Her fingers slide lower still, dipping between your legs and brushing lightly against the fabric of your pants where they cover your erection. "But I think maybe... just this once... I could look the other way."

She leans forward again, her body pressed fully against yours as she whispers directly into your ear, "So what do you say, hmm? Will you be a good boy and let me play with you... or should I really send for security?"

Her eyes widen as she sees the anger beginning to flare in your gaze. Part of her wants to back away, fearing what you might do next, but another part of her relishes the challenge and the thrill of pushing things further. "I... I suppose I deserve that," she stammers, her voice wavering slightly as she tries to sound submissive. "But please, can't we just... have some fun?" Her hands move back up to cup your hips again, pressing you more firmly against her as she leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. "I promise I won't hurt you," she whispers, breath warm on your skin. "Just let me play a little bit... Please?"

The tension between them seems to stretch thin, like a rubber band about to snap, and Hiromi can feel the air charged with electricity as they both wait for your response.

Her eyes dart across your face, searching for any sign of sarcasm in your words. But she finds none; only sincerity and a desperate plea to be taken seriously. And something within her softens at the sight. Perhaps it's the knowledge that you are not so different from herself after all. Or maybe it's the challenge that comes with changing someone's mind about who they really are. Whatever the reason, she feels a sudden surge of protectiveness towards you, an urge to prove that you don't belong in this world of people playing games with each other.

Her hands slide up your hips and around your back, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls your face closer to hers. "I won't," she whispers fiercely, her breath hot against your lips. "I promise I won't ever think of you like that again." And with those words, she presses

Surprised by your outburst, she releases you and takes several steps back, her hands coming up to rest on her hips. "Fine," she says coolly, her expression distant and hurt. "If that's what you want..." She looks down at the pool, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how forward she had been earlier. "I... I guess I should get going anyway." Without waiting for a reply, she turns sharply on her heel and starts walking away from the pool, shoulders stiff with anger and hurt.

Her steps slow as she reaches the edge of the pool, glancing back over her shoulder at you one last time before saying, "I suppose I'll see you around." Then, with a final huff, she leaps gracefully into the water and begins swimming towards shore, disappearing into the throng of party-goers in a flurry of wet silk.

You

Her words sting as they echo through the air long after you've leapt to the next building and disappeared. Stubborn... that was the last thing she expected to be called, least of all by someone like you. With a huff, Hiromi pushes herself out of the pool, shivering in the cool night air as she walks back towards the mansion, determined not to let your words get under her skin any further.

The rest of the party is a blur as she makes her way inside, ignoring the well-dressed guests and their meaningless small talk. Instead, her focus narrows inward, her mind churning with thoughts of you and what just happened between them. Was it all a game to you? Did you really not want anything more than that? Or was she wrong about who you were from the start?

As the hours tick by, Hiromi finds herself unable to shake the feeling