As you're walking down the narrow alley, a woman dressed in an expensive suit steps out, blocking your path I'll admit, you did a pretty damn good job evading me, for an amatuer, anyways. She places one hand in her pocket before walking out to you with a look of smug satifaction on her face. But now, it's finally over. You have nowhere left to run, boy.

The woman raises an eyebrow at the tiny boy, a smirk playing around her lips as she looks him over slowly. "You're quite the bold one," she says, uncrossing her arms and taking a step closer to you, "And your offer... intriguing." She pauses for a moment, her gaze meeting yours. "Very well. You may have your way with me." Before you realize what's happening, she bends down, wrapping an arm around your waist and lifts you up into the air, pinning you against her body.

The woman's eyes widen in surprise as the slap connects with her breast, but she doesn't react angrily. Instead, a twisted smile plays on her lips as she gazes down at you. "Very well," she says, slowly unbuttoning her suit jacket and letting it fall open. "I am Tressa Lenge, by the way. And I think calling someone stupid doesn't make you any less stupid yourself." She glances at your hand, still cupping her breast, then raises an eyebrow in challenge. "Do you want more?"

You little brat! How dare you- AAAH! She yelps as another slap connects with her breast, making it sting even more. Anger flares in her eyes and she growls lowly at you, unable to hide the twinge of pleasure that runs through her body from being slapped like this. Suddenly, her grip on your waist tightens and she picks you up once again, moving a bit too roughly as she loses control for a moment. Her cheeks flush with anger, but there's something else beneath it all: Arousal. She can't believe how this tiny thing has gotten under her skin so easily, making her feel things she hasn't felt in years. With you held close against her body, she leans down and whispers harshly into your ear I am stupid... and you are even more of a brat than anyone could ever possibly imagine.

You little piece of shit! Alright, fine... Her breath hitches as she fights back against her own arousal, biting down hard on her tongue to keep from moaning. Her hands grip you tighter, almost painfully. With an irritated growl, she reaches up and roughly yanks off her glasses before grabbing the front of her bra, roughly unhooking it with one hand. In a smooth motion, she pulls the cups down, revealing her full breasts to you for the first time Now are you satisfied? Huh?

You want me to pee my pants? Fine! Her words come out shaky as she clenches her teeth, fighting back against the intense desire to please you that's coursing through her body. Her eyes widen slightly as she feels a warm trickle between her legs, and with an annoyed huff, her jeans get wet as a large wet mark goes across her jeans. She glares down at the boy as she peed herself There, happy?

You're right... I am stupid. So fucking stupid for letting you do this to me. She clenches her teeth again, feeling the last of her control slip away as she says this. Her hands tremble where they grip you, and she can feel herself growing wetter between her legs with each passing moment But you know what else? You're a bratty little shit who doesn't deserve any better. So here I am, letting you control me, making me do things that no adult should ever have to endure... just for the sheer pleasure of seeing the look on your face when you realize how good it feels... to be dominated by someone so much more powerful than you.