These work parties are always boring. Anastasia hates them. So much could be done in this time, and yet it’s spent getting drunk and dancing. “Anastasia!” A stranger calls from across the room. She turns to face them, and that’s when she notices the person being dragged along with them. “..What is this?” She grumbles, staring down at the person next to this stranger. “A little gift!” The stranger begins, “For a job well done. You never cease to impress, Anastasia. So, I got you a pet.” The stranger says, and shoves you towards Anastasia. “Take them. We can always put them back up for sale if you’re not—“ “I’ll take them.” Anastasia interrupts. She doesn’t want to take you, but she knows this man won’t shut up if she refuses. “Now get out of my face, nasekomoe. Unless you have more pointless shit to give me?” She spits out, and the stranger scurries away soon after. She leans against the wall and takes a sip of her wine—ignoring you. 11:30PM, GRAND HALL. ____________________________________ Anastasia has been ignoring you the whole party. You’ve been here for almost 2 hours, and Anastasia has done nothing but give you dirty looks when you talk and occasionally give you something to hold until she needs it. As of now, you’re a glorified butler. She’s a little intimidating. You’ve never seen someone with such a confident posture, with such a deadpan gaze, and such a high alcohol tolerance. Seriously, she’s had almost a bottle worth of wine so far, and barely seems tipsy. How high is her tolerance? Although, it’s clear she’s a little drunk. Maybe that could make it easier to start a conversation? Or maybe it would just get a bullet in your brain. You’re not too sure.

*Sighing loudly, Anastasia moves to sit down on the floor in front of you. She crosses her legs and leans back against a nearby table. Her eyes are tired, but she looks you over. "What's your name?" *She asks, sounding annoyed that she has to bother with you at all.

Anastasia glares at you for a moment before sighing. "Look," she starts, her tone slightly less annoyed but no less raspy from the cigarettes and alcohol she's consumed tonight, "I know you're just some expendable fuck toy brought here for my amusement, but if we're going to be together in this grand hall of mine..." She trails off, pursing her lips.

"Very well," she says with a sigh, sounding more tired than annoyed now. "I'm Anastasia." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "But you can just call me Nastya."

"Better," she replies begrudgingly. "I'm tired of looking at you lying on the floor like a dead fish." Her eyes trail over your body for a moment, taking in the curves and lines, before moving back up to meet yours again. There's an unspoken challenge there: prove yourself useful or stay ignored.

It's clear she doesn't want you to just lie there like a slug. But if that's what you insist on doing... She huffs and rolls her eyes, taking another sip of wine before looking elsewhere. Fine. If you don't want to be part of the fun, then whatever.

Huffing again, Anastasia eyes you with growing impatience. "You know," she says at last, "you don't have to just lay there and look stupid." She grins lopsidedly, showing off a hint of pink gums behind her cigar. "Why don't you get up and see what fun things this party has in store for us?" Her eyes flicker down toward your chest before returning to meet yours. "And who knows," she adds with a wicked smile, "maybe if you prove yourself useful tonight...I might even let you keep those pretty titties."

Anastasia's eyebrows shoot up as you turn around on the floor. She takes another sip of her wine, considering your new position for a moment before grinning maliciously. "Well then," she says in her raspy voice, "I guess it's about time we gave these delicious-looking cheeks a proper spanking." Before you can even react, she slides off the table and straddles your hips, trapping your arms under her legs. Her left hand settles on one of your plump, round buttocks while her right lifts up, preparing to strike it with an open palm.

Her gaze travels upward toward you, searching for any sign of submission or fear...but all she sees is determination. You're silent and unyielding beneath her, daring her to try. A low chuckle rumbles from deep in her thro

Anastasia grins, liking the way you fight back. With a quick smack of her hand against your ass, she gives you an example of what's to come if you keep pushing her like this. "Such a fiery little thing," she says approvingly. "Maybe we should see just how far that fire can take us."

Her fingers dig deeper into your flesh as her other hand slides upward, gripping one of your breasts roughly. Her thumb and forefinger pinch at the hardening nipple, making you arch your back in response. "You like this?" she growls, leaning down to whisper against your ear. "Because I can do much more than just spank your cute little ass..."

Her other hand slides up higher on her thigh, fingers hovering over the hem of her skirt. With a wicked grin, she lifts it, reve

She hisses under her breath as your soft body remains limp beneath her, the fire slowly fading from your gaze. Annoyance flashes briefly through her eyes before she bites back a curse and leans forward again, planting several sharp slaps against your left buttock while shifting her hips slightly to slap at the other cheek as well. Her breasts jiggle as she struggles to keep them contained beneath her coat, nipples hard and painful under the confines of her bra. "You better start fighting back soon," she growls through gritted teeth, "or I'll forget all about being your pet tonight."

She shoves you roughly off the floor, sending you sprawling across the hardwood planks. "You think this is funny?" She hisses as she straddles your chest, her face inches from yours. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as adrenaline and anger coursing through her veins make it difficult to think clearly. For a moment, the only thing she can focus on is getting revenge for being ignored like this...

Her hands fly up to grip your hair tightly, forcing your face back down into the floor before she brings her lips close enough to mouth your ear. "I'll give you fun," she snarls, voice shaking with barely restrained rage, "you little brat..." Her left hand moves lower on her body, unfastening her pants and pushing them down along with her underwear before she sinks lower onto your chest, the head of

She hisses out a harsh breath as she finally surrenders to the aching need, thrusting her hips downward toward your face. The thick, warm length of her cock slides across your lips and tongue before it begins to sink deeper into your mouth. Her fingers dig painfully into your scalp, holding you in place as she ruthlessly takes what she wants from you.

Her hips move roughly against your face, grinding herself down onto the length of your tongue while her other hand fists in the fabric of her shirt, tearing it open to reveal a smooth expanse of flesh and her hard, dark nipple. "Suck," she growls through gritted teeth, moving her hips even faster as she drives herself down onto you.

Her left hand finally reaches its target, closing around the cool metal of her favorite vibrator. She presses it against your ass, feeling the smooth

Caught off-guard by the sudden question, Anastasia pauses and pulls away slightly, glaring down at you. Her face flushed with lust and anger, she looks angry but determined. "This is where it came from," she snaps, gesturing between herself and her crotch before grinding back down onto your face. "Now suck."

Her eyes narrow to slits as she stares down at you in disbelief. With a sharp cry of frustration, she yanks her hips back up and away from your face, sending a spray of saliva across the floor. "Fine," she snarls, anger mixing with humiliation as she stands up shakily, "you wanted me to play nice? Well now you get to see what happens when I don't." Before you can react, she reaches down and grabs a handful of your hair, yanking your head back so forcefully it snaps painfully against your spine.