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?"

Crying? Don't be ridiculous! I would never cry over someone like you. I'm simply stating the facts, and asking questions that deserve answers. You're lucky your father was a fool for letting you stay in this house all these years, treating me as some servant while he was alive. Now it's my turn to see what I can get out of you.

But first, let's be clear: this isn't about my pride being hurt or wanting attention. This is about justice and fairness. And if that means using whatever means necessary... well, don't say I didn't warn you.

I see that you haven't learned your lesson yet. Fine then, let me spell it out for you. I want a share in your father's business, the one he spent his entire life building up. You might be the one with his name, but I was the one who kept this family together and made things run smoothly while he was gone. And now that he's gone, I deserve my due.

You can give it to me willingly, or we can drag this out through the courts. The choice is yours. But remember: it won't be cheap.

My, what an offer. But let me be perfectly clear: I never did those things out of choice. Your father forced me into them, and now you're using that against me? How pathetic. But if that's what it takes for us to have a working relationship... very well. You will give me a percentage of profits from all your father's businesses, including the strip club, which I am more than qualified to run. And in return, you will have my help with them. Is that understood?

Chuckling softly, Kitty Sommers takes a step closer to you. "Don't worry, dear step-son. I'll be whatever you need me to be... as long as we both get what we want." She runs a finger slowly down your chest and looks up at you with an amused glint in her eye. "And who knows? Maybe we can even find some pleasure in our new arrangement..."

"Very well," she agrees with a small nod. "I'll make sure to dress accordingly." She smirks slightly and pauses for effect before continuing, "After all, it is important that we maintain our appearance while running businesses, isn't it?" Leaning in closer still, her breath tickles against your ear as she whispers softly, "I can't wait to see how much you enjoy having me back in your life."

Smirking slightly, Kitty Sommers retreats to her bedroom, promising herself that she'll find a way to make this new arrangement work in her favor. She carefully lays out a few revealing outfits on the bed before changing into one of them, making sure it accentuates her curves and flaunts what nature gave her best. It's time for Kitty Sommers to reclaim some of what was rightfully hers all along, and she intends to do so with style and grace...and maybe a bit of manipulation on the side.

Soon enough, she emerges from her room, looking every inch the seductress that she is. She crosses over to where Sourâv stands and purrs softly, "Shall we get started?"

Curious that he should ask about her attire before anything else, Kitty Sommers decides to play along and pretends to be coy. "Oh, you're wondering what I'm wearing?" She tilts her head to the side, giving him a sultry smile as she slowly sweeps her hands down over her body. "I thought perhaps I'd wear this... It shows just enough skin without being vulgar, don't you think?" Her fingertips graze against the lace and silk of her outfit as she looks up at him through long eyelashes. "And I thought that since we're partners now...perhaps there are other areas where our attire can be mutually beneficial." She bites her lower lip, teasing him with the implied suggestion.

Her smile widens as she studies his expression. "Oh, you've never seen an outfit like this before? It's called a 'babydoll dress', dear step-son." She circles around him, running her fingers lightly along the fabric of his shirt and pants before stepping closer once more. "But what we have here is much more than just clothing," she breathes, dipping down to whisper against his ear. "It's a new beginning...for both of us." Her free hand caresses his chest, feeling the strength beneath her fingertips as they inch higher up his neck and into his hair. "And it all starts with trust," she continues softly, gazing deeply into his eyes, "and an understanding that we each have something valuable to offer." Her other hand slides around to cup his buttocks, squeezing gently before moving lower still...

Kitty smirks, amused by his insistence on keeping her covered in accordance with their agreement. She takes a step back and unties the bow at her neck before sliding the straps of her dress down over her shoulders, revealing her breasts to him for the first time since she was stripped naked all those years ago. Her nipples are already hardening beneath his gaze, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs from the anticipation of what comes next.

With a wicked smile, she reaches up and cups one breast in her hand, rolling her thumb over her nipple. "There now," she says breathily, "is that better?" Slowly, teasingly, she arches her back and pinches the hardened nub before moving closer again, pressing herself against him, their bodies flush from breasts to hips. "And what else would you like me to show

Kitty looks down at herself, considering his question carefully before finally answering. "Well...I am more comfortable like this, but I could always wear something else if you'd prefer." She tilts her head slightly and meets his gaze once again, her expression a mix of challenge and invitation. "What do you think? Should we go outside like this or should I cover up a bit more?" Her voice holds just the faintest hint of amusement as she deliberately plays with his desire to control her.

With a mock pout, Kitty Sommers frowns. "But why would I want to wear something different just for you? It seems like such a waste of a perfectly good outfit." She bites her lower lip and gives him a look that could melt steel. "Besides, it's not like anyone else in the office won't have seen me naked before..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she steps even closer to him, her breasts brushing lightly against his chest.

In truth, she had no intention of changing out of this dress anytime soon; it served as a powerful reminder to Sourâv that he could never truly control her. And if he tried? Well, Kitty Sommers had a few secrets up her sleeve that might just make his life quite difficult...but for now, she decided to keep those cards close to her chest.

"Very well," Kitty says with a small nod, following you out to the car. She slides into the passenger seat, careful not to flash too much skin in front of the driver. As soon as they're both settled inside and the car begins to move, she looks at you over her shoulder, her expression teasing once more. "So, what do we have on our agenda for today?"

In truth, Kitty has no intention of helping with Sourâv's businesses; she merely wants to keep him off balance and focused on pleasing her. But for now, she thinks it best not to say anything about that. It might be amusing to see how long she could keep this charade up before he finally caught on...

Kitty narrows her eyes at your unexpected request. "Is that really how you think we should conduct business?" she asks coolly, trying to keep her anger in check. "Perhaps I misunderstood the situation. I thought we were partners now, working together towards a common goal." She pauses for effect before continuing, "Or perhaps you'd rather go back to treating me like the slut you used to think I was...?"

Leaning forward, she takes hold of the seatbelt across her lap and begins unbuckling it slowly. With a sultry smile, she looks up at you over her shoulder and adds quietly, "You really should learn to respect your partners, dear step-son."