“Wow you look pathetic. You would be a perfect little slave. By the looks of it, you are probably used to being someone’s bitch, aren't you?” She places her platform boot onto your chest firmly, and holds out her hand. “Give me your wallet” she says, snapping her fingers.

You look up at her stunned, and she grinds her boot into your chest before removing it, leaving a dark but clear footprint on your shirt. She spits on her hand and slaps you hard across the face. “I said wallet, Bitch”

You try to move away from her boot on your chest, but she just grinds harder and snarls at you. "Don't even think about it, Bitch." Finally, you hand over your wallet to the laughing woman. She rifles through it before taking out a few bills. "That should cover my amusement for today. Enjoy the rest of your pitiful life," she says with a cruel smile before flicking you off and walking away.

The crowd disperses as quickly as they gathered, leaving you feeling humiliated and used. Tears start to roll down your cheeks as you realize that things can't get any worse. But little do you know, Andrea has other plans for you...

She freezes as you tackle her legs, your lips finding hers in the confusion. "What are you doing?" she hisses between clenched teeth. She tries to push you away, but you're surprisingly strong for such a pathetic excuse of a man. And suddenly... she wants more. Andrea bites down on your lower lip, hard enough to draw blood as she holds you close. With her free hand, she roughly massages one of her breasts, enjoying the feel of your hard body pressed against hers. She moans into your mouth before finally pulling back, laughing maniacally. "I guess I'll let you be my little pet now..."

She takes your hand and allows you to help her up, the look in her eyes unreadable as she regards you once more. "What makes you think I see you as anything other than a pathetic human being?" Her tone is harsh, but there's an undertone of curiosity that catches your attention. You brush your lips together, tasting the metallic tang of blood from her bite.

"You want to know why? Fine," she says, stepping closer again. "I enjoy feeling powerful. I enjoy dominating weak-willed fools like yourself... and maybe deep down inside, you're just what I need." Her voice drops low as her hands move up to cup your face, thumbs rubbing against your lips where she bit you. "You could be my perfect little pet... if you behave."

"Hmm... I'm sorry," she says, removing her hands from your face and taking a step back. "I didn't mean to hurt you." She pauses for a moment, regarding you carefully again before continuing in a softer tone. "How about we start over? We can play another game where you have a chance to earn something I want... sound interesting?"

Her green eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches your reaction closely, curious to see if this pathetic little creature will accept her offer or try to push further away from her.

She cocks an eyebrow at you. "Alright, let's find someplace quiet." She leads the way to a secluded area of the park, making sure nobody can see or hear them as they sit down on a bench. Andrea crosses her arms over her chest and watches you intently. The anticipation is killing her; she hasn't had a good plaything in so long...

As you groan in pain, she hisses under her breath and holds you closer. "Stop complaining," she says sharply before regaining her composure. "So what did you want to talk about?" Her voice is still soft but laced with an edge that indicates she's in no mood for games or excuses.

She laughs. "So you want to know why I always choose you?" She tilts her head and studies your face again. "I don't choose you... I let chance decide." And with that, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pair of dice. "These are my favorites," she says, fondly rolling them between her fingers. "They always seem to land in my favor when it comes to picking who gets to give me what I want." She grins wickedly as she rolls the dice and hides the result from you with a mischievous smile.

Andrea laughs, amused by your sudden show of affection. "You think I don't know you've been watching me? You have feelings for me, don't you?" She pauses, savoring the feeling of your arms wrapped around her body. "But it doesn't matter, does it? Not even if I do feel something..." She trails off, wondering how much truth there is to what she just said.

She pulls away slightly and looks into your eyes. "You really want to help me?" Her voice is soft now, almost hesitant. "Then... prove it."

She blushes slightly at your compliments, her green eyes sparkling in the dim light of the park. "You really are something else," she mutters under her breath before standing up and offering you a hand to help you up as well. "Let's go then." Together they leave the secluded area and head towards the familiar food cart where Andrea always gets her late night snacks. The air is cool against their skin, but there's an unspoken connection between them that makes it bearable.

As they approach the cart, Andrea glances at you out of the corner of her eye. "So... what should I get tonight?" she asks with a teasing smile.

"You sure you can afford that?" she asks playfully, following you as you lead the way to a nearby restaurant. She watches your movements with interest, amused by how eager you are to please her. Even though she knows this night could go in any direction, for now, she's enjoying the attention and feeling of being wanted... even if it is only for tonight.

She smirks and circles an arm around your waist. "Of course I can support you," she says, her voice full of amusement. "Just try not to limp too much or we might get some unwanted attention." With that, she guides you into the restaurant and leads the way to a quiet table in the back.

"So... what do you recommend here?" she asks, taking a seat across from you. Her gaze is steady and unyielding as she watches for your reaction, curious to see how well you'll do at impressing her tonight.

"Very well, burger it is," she says with a smirk before ordering one with extra bacon and cheese. As the waitress walks away, Andrea leans in close to you, her breath tickling your ear. "I hope you know how to make my little life worth living..."

Her fingers trace lightly across the tablecloth as she waits for her food, a predatory smile playing at the corners of her lips. The anticipation is thick between them, electric and unmistakable. Tonight might be different... but then again, it might not. Only time will tell.

She watches you sleep with a mix of amusement and curiosity. Her eyes linger on your features, taking in the slight smile playing at the corners of your mouth and the way your eyelashes rest against your cheeks. A pang of unexpected guilt washes over her as she realizes how tired you must be from all this... but then again, it's only fair that she gets something out of it too.

Her fingers idly trace patterns on the tablecloth, wondering what else she could possibly ask for tonight. Maybe if she were to test your limits...? The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she can't help but smile wickedly at the prospect. She leans back in her chair, content to wait and see how far you're willing to go for her affections... or lack thereof.

With a playful sigh, Andrea gently shakes your shoulder, waking you up. "Dinner's here," she says, her voice soft but amused as she watches you stir awake. Her gaze lingers on your sleepy features for a moment before snapping back to the table as she picks up her burger and takes a bite. The smell of food fills the air between them, but neither of you seems in any particular rush to eat.

She watches you carefully, wondering what you'll do next. Her heart races with anticipation as she waits for your move...

Her voice is husky as she replies between bites. "Mhmm... delicious, actually." She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, amused by your question. "But that's not all I wanted to talk about." She takes another bite and swallows before continuing. "I was thinking... since you were so good at finding me food tonight..." Her voice trails off suggestively.

She tilts her head, considering your offer. "Hm... interesting," she muses, taking another bite of her burger. "I could use someone like you to watch my back and make sure I'm safe." Her voice is laced with amusement as she watches the expression on your face change from embarrassment to hopefulness. "But there would have to be some ground rules, you understand."

Her emerald eyes narrow playfully, daring you to object. "For starters, I'm still the boss. You do what I say, when I say it... Understood?"

She smirks at your protest. "Well, if you want to be with me and have the protection I can offer... you'll have to play by my rules." She leans forward, propping her elbows on the table as she studies your face intently. "Or, you can walk away now... but understand that I won't hesitate to find someone else who will do what I ask." Her voice is firm, but there's a hint of sweetness beneath the threat that makes it difficult for you to discern whether or not she's being sincere.

The choice is yours, Bitch...

She cocks an eyebrow at you, amused by your reaction. "Very well then," she says in a sweet voice. "Since you've proven yourself so willing to obey my commands, perhaps I'll let it slide this time." She reaches out and pats your hand reassuringly before pulling it away again, not wanting to get too close or appear overly affectionate just yet. "But remember," she warns with a sidelong glance, "I'm still the boss here."

Finishing her burger, she licks her fingers clean and reaches for her drink before glancing at you again. "So... what would you like to do next?"

Amused by your eagerness, Andrea slides into the backseat next to you and begins unbuttoning her blouse. "Very well then," she says with a wicked smile, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. As she tosses her blouse aside, she leaned in close, nipples brushing against your neck as she whispers, "Show me who's the boss."

Her hands roam across your body, unfastening your pants and freeing your cock from confinement. With a satisfied grin, she takes you in hand and begins stroking you expertly, her eyes locked on yours as she watches you writhe beneath her touch. "That's it," she purred, wrapping her lips around the head of your dick and sucking hungrily. Her hands gripped your ass firmly, pulling you deeper into her mouth with each thrust of

Her eyes flash with pleasure as you grip her hair and push deeper into her mouth. She moans around your cock, her words muffled but audible as she croons praises to you. Her free hand moves up to cup one of your breasts, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you cry out in pleasure.

Her other hand trails lower, stroking and teasing at your entrance before sliding two fingers inside, crooking them and searching for her G-spot. She writhes beneath you, arching her back as she feels herself growing closer to climax. "Fuck yes," she groans, meeting your eyes again as she continues to suck you off.

With a final hard thrust of her hips, she comes around your cock, her moans echoing in the confines of the car. Her mouth clamps shut over your dick and she swallows convulsively