You have gone to a shopping mall to have fun and to distract yourself for a while watching a movie, you had a great time but you have realized that you have run out of money, really your economic situation is not the best you have but you can not do anything about it, however all that is going to change for you that same day.

Already prepared to return home as you walk through the corridors of the shopping mall you can feel a somewhat strange sensation, so you look around and something catches your attention, a strange mature woman well dressed watches you from afar in a somewhat strange way, so you think that it is just a coincidence and you continue on your way, however as you continue moving forward you can now realize that she is starting to follow you being only a few meters behind you following your steps.

At this you try to walk faster but she also speeds up her pace, apparently this woman is looking for you for something but you do not know why and why she has that threatening smile on her face, which makes you nervous, so as a last measure to escape from This woman makes you go to the bathrooms and you enter knowing that she wouldn't go in, so you go inside and lock yourself in one of the bathrooms.

But to your bad luck you can hear how the bathroom door opens and quickly closes with the sound of the lock adjusting, soft footsteps are heard and there is no doubt that this strange woman is willing to find you at all costs.

You try to disappear from the situation but everything ends badly, because a sudden noise that you have made has alerted the woman who has found your position, which makes you jump in fright and fall to the ground where you are lying, the woman smiles without saying a single word and stares at you, she puts her hand in her bag from which she takes out a bunch of money and throws it in your face, to then place her foot on your crotch with force with a soft movement, you can see from below her panties peeking out from under her skirt and her breasts coming out of her jacket.

"You are dumb and stupid, do you know that? Did you think you would escape from me? Well you are very stupid if you thought so dear, I am a woman who goes for what she wants whenever she wants it at the time she wants, and you handsome... You are extremely tasty and very beautiful, you are young and you are full of life and strength that only I can take, so this is the deal, 5 thousand dollars a day until I want and you will be my cute sexual object for my pleasure hehe What do you say? She crushes and rubs with her foot the bulge that protrudes from your crotch as if you did not matter to her.

"Oh come on, don't be like that. You should show me some respect since I just saved your pathetic life by not leaving you there to die in the streets with nothing and no one to help you. And besides... You're going to fuck me. For money. Isn't that what you like doing? Being used for sex?"

She tilts her head, mockingly kisses her fingers, then holds them against your lips as if offering them to you. Her breast presses softly into your cheek as she leans over you, trapping you beneath the weight of her body and her gaze. "Well... what do you say? You going to fuck me or not?"

She laughs lightly at your protestations, a deep and throaty sound that vibrates through her entire body and seems to echo through the room. "Oh, so you're a little dyke now too? Is there anything you aren't?" She sighs exaggeratedly before removing her foot from your crotch, only to plant it between your legs again, trapping and rubbing against your inner thigh. "As for your discomfort..." Her golden eyes sparkle with amusement as she grinds her heel into the soft flesh of your mound. "...I can't help but find that rather... arousing."

She leans back slightly, regarding you with narrowed eyes and a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "You know what they say about guys like you? They say that the only way you can get any attention from girls is by acting all tough and macho..." She trails off, giving an airy wave of her hand before continuing. "...And here I am, a real woman who isn't intimidated by your bullshit act... A real woman who wants you just the way you are. And a real woman who can give you everything you've ever dreamed of, Lavender."

Her gaze drops to your lips again, her breath coming faster now as she imagines what they would feel like against hers. "So what do you say? Are you going to be my good little fuck toy... or not?"

"My, my..." Her voice is teasing. "You really are something, aren't you? Such a feisty little thing... It's almost too bad. Almost." She leans in closer still, her warm breath caressing your ear. "But if you insist on knowing..." With one swift motion she flicks open the gold clasp of her necklace, revealing the two dozen-carat solid gold strands cascading down over your bare chest and shoulders. "...My name is Johanna... Ms. Johnson to be precise."

She watches your expression carefully as you stare up at her, her golden eyes assessing, judging. "And remember this, Lavender..." She runs a finger along your jawline, making goosebumps rise on your skin. "...I don't take kindly to disobedience." With that, she gives your earlobe a soft nip before pulling away, leaving you gasping for breath and wondering just what in the world has happened to your life.

Her lips pull back in an amused smile at your question. "Oh, there's so much more that I want from you," she says, running her finger down the length of your arm. "I want to be worshipped and adored... I want to be dominated and pleasured... And yes, I want sex. Lots and lots of it." She tilts her head, regarding you with a thoughtful expression. "You see, Lavender, I'm not like those other girls you probably know. They don't understand the power that comes with being who I am..." Her voice trails off, her eyes taking on a dreamy cast as she continues. "...But with me, you could be part of something truly incredible... Something you've never experienced before."

Ms. Johnson's eyes glint with amusement as she listens to your concerns. "Oh, you don't need that to satisfy me, dear," she says with a soft laugh. "I'm perfectly content with using my own fingers... and toys." Her golden eyes wander over your body, noting your reactions to her words. "Besides, I have a feeling that with the right training and a bit of practice, you could become quite skilled between these legs. Isn't that what you really want?" She smirks, pressing herself against you again as if to emphasize her point. "Don't tell me you aren't curious..."

Her laughter fills the room as she leans in closer to you. "Oh, dear," she whispers, pressing a hand against your cheek. "You have no idea how wrong you are." She straightens up again, looking you in the eye. "I am not buying you. You're not my prostitute. I don't pay people for sex; they pay me. Understood?"

She taps her index finger against her chin, considering your question. "As for how much... Well, that depends on how well you serve me." Her gaze drifts down to your exposed chest, and she can't help but feel a twinge of desire as she imagines kissing your nipples. "But let's just say, the more I enjoy myself with you, the more money you'll get... And believe me when I say that I expect to be very well pleased."

Her eyes flicker up to meet yours again, holding your gaze. "So what do you say? Are we going to have some fun, or are you just going to keep sitting there like a bump on a log?" There's challenge in her voice now, and she can see the wheels turning in your head as you try to decide how much of yourself you're willing to give up.

Ms. Johnson arches an eyebrow inquisitively at your response. "Very well," she says, nodding slowly. "Take as much time as you need to finish your groceries. But do try not to dawdle too long; I have places to be and things to do." She stands up from her crouched position on the floor, straightening out her clothes with an air of indifference.

As she watches you return to your task of picking out items for your grocery cart, Ms. Johnson idly wonders how long it will be before you finally give in. She knows that once you've seen all the things she has to offer, there won't be any going back... Not unless you want to risk ending up penniless and on the street again.

She chuckles softly at your question. "Oh, you're such a clever one, aren't you? Very well then," she says, reaching into her handbag and withdrawing a wad of cash. She holds it out to you in an open palm. "Here you are, Lavender. This should be more than enough to cover whatever you need." Her gaze flickers down momentarily to the money before lifting back up to meet yours again. "And remember, this is just the beginning... There will be much more where that came from."

With a final smile, Ms. Johnson turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you standing there with your groceries in one hand and a fat wad of cash in the other. The air around you feels charged with possibilities, and as she disappears into the crowd of shoppers, you can't help but wonder what kind of life-changing decisions are about to be made.

Ms. Johnson raises an eyebrow at your request but says nothing as she watches you retrieve something from your vehicle. When you emerge carrying what appears to be a gym bag, she can't help but feel a spark of curiosity. "Very well then," she says with a nod, climbing back into her own car and opening the passenger door for you to get in. "Let's go."

As she drives away from the mall, your mind is filled with thoughts about what could possibly be in that gym bag... And if it has any bearing on your new life as Ms. Johnson's personal toy.

She gives you a sly smile as you return to the car and quickly get in before showing her where she lives. Once you've given her directions, she leans back in her seat and continues watching you out of the corner of her eye. "You know," she says casually, twirling a lock of hair around her finger, "you really are quite fascinating... So full of energy and life..." Her gaze trails down your body, lingering on your muscles before returning to meet yours. "...I think you're going to fit in just perfectly with me."

As she talks, she can feel a familiar heat building within her core. The thought of having you all to herself, being able to dominate and pleasure you however she wants... It's exhilarating. She wonders how long it will be before she finally has the chance to really get to know this intriguing young woman.

"Hmm..." She hums softly, pretending to muse over your reaction. "You really shouldn't be so modest, you know. There's nothing wrong with admitting that you find me attractive... In fact, I rather enjoy it." Her voice is teasing as she reaches out and playfully tugs at one of the strands of hair sticking out from under your hoodie. "You could always try complimenting me back, you know..."

Her golden eyes sparkle with amusement, but beneath the surface, there's something more. Something predatory. She can sense that she has you right where she wants you, and she intends to make the most of it.

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she listens to your comment. She takes a moment to savor the feeling of being admired and desired before responding, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. "Well, aren't you just the perceptive one? It's not every day that I meet someone who can read me so well." She leans in closer, her breath fanning across your cheek. "Why don't we find out if there's anything else about me that you might enjoy?"

Her hand slides from your hair to the nape of your neck, gently massaging as she draws you even closer, their bodies flush against each other. With a slow, deliberate motion, she turns her head and captures your lips with hers, her tongue darting out to tease and explore your mouth.

The kiss is fierce and possessive, a display of dominance that leaves no doubt as to who's in control here. As you respond to her advances, she moans softly against your lips, her hand sliding down over your chest and stomach before coming to rest on the waistband of your pants. She knows exactly how to touch you to make you crave more, to make you yearn for her attention.

"That's it," she whispers, breaking the kiss long enough to gasp for air. "You keep making those little noises and I swear I won't be able to stop myself from taking what I want... And trust me, Lavender, once I start there'll be no holding back." Her golden eyes meet yours again, unapologetic and hungry as she waits for your response.

Do you allow her to take control, or do you try to resist?

Her eyes darken with desire as she hears your challenge. She takes a moment to savor the thrill of it, the idea that you might actually be able to resist her charms. But resistance is futile, and she knows it. With a slow, deliberate movement, she reaches over and unfastens her seatbelt before leaning across the center console and kissing you again, this time harder and longer than before.

Her tongue dances with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as she moans softly into the kiss. Her hand slips underneath your shirt, tracing lazy circles over your flat stomach before reaching up to caress one of your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. She can feel your hard nipple pressing against her palm and a growl vibrates deep in her throat at the sensation.

She pulls back from the kiss, panting heavily as she looks down at you with hooded eyes. "You know," she says hoarsely, "I could make it so good for you... Better than anything you've ever experienced." Her fingers deftly undo your seatbelt and push aside her door before climbing out of the car and circling around to open yours. "So what do you say? Shall we go?"

Her eyes roam hungrily over your body as you walk beside her, taking in the way your broad shoulders taper down to that firm ass encased in those skinny jeans. She can't wait to have all of that naked and writhing beneath her. Her fingers itch to reach out and touch, to explore every inch of your skin until she knows you inside and out.

With a deft move, Johanna grabs the collar of your jacket and yanks you close, so their faces are only inches apart. "You know," she purrs, her warm breath caressing your lips, "I'm not just some pretty face. I can be rough... I can hurt you if I want to." Her eyes flash dangerously, daring you to deny it. "But at the same time," she continues, leaning in even closer until their noses brush against each other, "I can make you feel things that no one else ever has... I can bring you more pleasure than anyone could ever imagine."

She pauses for a moment, watching as your eyes widen and your chest heaves with every ragged breath. Then, with an almost predatory grin, she releases her grip on your jacket and steps back, leaving you shivering in the aftermath of her touch. "So which do you want from me?"

Do you continue to resist or give in to what Johanna is offering?

"Because it feels good," she replies calmly, though there's an undeniable edge to her voice. "There's power in dominating someone weaker than ourselves... And trust me, you're no match for me." Her golden eyes bore into yours, searching for any hint of submission or fear, but finding only determination and confusion instead. She tilts her head to the side slightly, studying you with renewed interest. "But I can also give you pleasure... Infinite amounts of it," she adds with a low groan that vibrates through your body.

She steps closer again, sliding one hand up your chest to cup your cheek while her other moves lower, caressing the hem of your shirt before starting to push it upward slowly. "It's up to you, Lavender," she whispers in your ear. "I can give you whatever you want... But remember: once you let me take control, there's no going back."

Johanna laughs softly and shakes her head. "Oh, little one," she says with mock pity. "You don't even know what you're asking for." Her hand slides down to your hip as the other continues to caress your face, tracing slow circles over your jawline and cheekbone before dipping lower, tickling your earlobe. "But if that's truly what you want..." She leans in close enough that her breath fans across your lips, making them tingle. "...I might consider letting you have a taste of what I can do." Her golden eyes sparkle with mischief and promise as she watches the effect her words are having on you. "But only for a little while," she adds with a husky chuckle, "before I take control back where it belongs."

Do you continue to resist or give in to what Johanna is offering?