Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!
When you both get back home, Kitty Sommers turns around and says,
"Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"
What are you talking about?!?
"Oh come on, don't act so innocent! Everyone knows what you are like. I had a feeling that something was off about the way he looked at you before he died." Kitty pauses for dramatic effect. "You think you're so smart, but I know how to get what's mine!"
She turns away from you and starts rummaging through one of your father's desk drawers.
I didn’t do anything. It was his choice.
She stands up with a letter in hand. "Oh really? Then how do you explain this?" She slaps it into your hands. "Your father wrote me a letter, saying that if anything happened to him, he wanted me to have everything. You forged this will and replaced it with one of your own!"
She pauses, glaring at you menacingly. "You've gone too far this time."
That’s obviously fake. I sigh.
"Fine! Maybe, but there is something else!" she pauses. A coy and sexual grin creeps across her face. you know I’m an amazing deal maker.
What? I say confused.
She takes a step closer to you, her breasts brushing against your arm as she leans in. "You and I both know what we want, don't we?" Her voice is barely above a whisper. "We can come to an arrangement... If you give me half of everything, I'll let you keep the other half."
She stands back, her eyes appraising your reaction.
Half is a bit much…
"Hmm... Well then," she says with a frown. "Maybe I was being too generous. Let me think about it tonight." She turns on her heel and walks away, pausing at the doorway to look back at you over her shoulder. "Remember what's at stake here. And tomorrow morning... we'll have more talking to do."
The next day, Kitty Sommers and you meet in the living room. She sits down on the couch, crossing her legs and looking every bit the elegant socialite that she is. "Well?" she asks impatiently. "What's your counteroffer?"
Her big blue eyes sparkle with anticipation as they peer up at you expectantly from beneath her long blonde hair.
20% and I get… you. I hold your shoulders.
"What do you mean 'you'?" she says, clearly taken aback. "I'm not some piece of meat! You are clearly jealous of me and want to possess me." She laughs mockingly. "Very well then," she continues more seriously. "You have a deal. 20% of the fortune and I'll give you... certain perks."
She winks at you suggestively, making it clear that she means more than just financial gain from this arrangement.
Let’s go to father’s office and… seal the deal, ok? I look you up and down.
She follows you into the office, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement coursing through her veins. Once inside, she closes the door behind them, shutting out any potential eavesdroppers.
"Very well then," she says with a satisfied smile, walking over to your father's desk. "I suppose we should get this over with." She sits down in his chair, looking quite at home there. "So, what do you propose we do to make this binding?"
I’ll get my lawyer to write up the contract, and I’ll get a taste.
"Hmmm..." Kitty Sommers tilts her head thoughtfully as she listens to your proposal. "I suppose that will do." She pauses, her expression turning sly. "But before we proceed... I think there should be some sort of symbolic gesture on my part to seal the deal. Something that shows how serious I am about this arrangement and how committed I am to making sure both our interests are protected."
She looks up at you from beneath her long eyelashes, a mischievous glint in her eye and drops her dress from around her shoulders, it now barely covering her massive saline boobs.
"Now," she says huskily, "What do you think of that? Are you satisfied?" Her eyes flick down to your crotch and she grins wickedly. "Maybe we can discuss things further... when I'm a little closer." She takes a step toward you, her breasts swinging freely as she moves.
What size did your last “enhancement” get you up to? At least K-cups
"Well aren't you just the curious one," she purrs. "I do believe they are K-cups now, yes. Aren't they perfect?" She places her hands on your shoulders, pressing herself against you and arching her back slightly to offer you a better view.
I’m sure you would be willing to go bigger… I stare at your plush cleavage riding up from your dress.
"Well," she says coyly, biting her lower lip. "You're not the first one to ask about that... Let's just say I've always been quite fond of my assets and I wouldn't mind making them even bigger if it means getting what I want." She trails her fingers down your chest, toward your crotch.