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...

Without taking her eyes off you, she leans forward slightly and taps the driver on his shoulder. "Take us to the office, please," she says coolly before sitting back in her seat with a satisfied smile. Her fingers idly twirl a strand of hair around one index finger as she watches Sourâv's reaction from the corner of her eye.

"So, tell me more about these strip clubs you mentioned earlier?" she asks casually, feigning interest in his business dealings while her real focus remains on manipulating him into doing everything she wants.

With a sigh, she climbs onto your lap as you've instructed, turning her body to face yours and wrapping one arm around your neck. Her other hand idly plays with the hem of her dress, occasionally raising it up slightly to tease at your crotch. "There isn't much to tell," she lies through her teeth, doing her best to appear interested while plotting your downfall in the back of her mind. "The clubs bring in a lot of money...but they can be very demanding."

Her breath fans warm against your ear as she continues, "I suppose it's all part of running a business like that. You have to know how to handle yourself and the people working for you..." Her fingers dance higher up your thigh, closer to what she really wants: control.

With her arm around his neck, she can feel the tension in his body beneath her fingers. "It's a lot of responsibility," she says quietly, her lips brushing against your ear. "But I suppose that's why you were always so good at it...and maybe why it's time for me to step up and help out." Her free hand slowly slides higher still, cupping his erection through the fabric of his pants.

With a smile, she adds playfully, "Or perhaps I could just show you how it's done..." She presses herself even closer against him, her hips grinding suggestively as she strokes him through his clothes. "I might be old news to you now," she whispers, "but there are still plenty of men out there who would love to get their hands on a woman like me."

Her heart races as you command her to take you inside her ass, but she forces herself to remain calm and composed on the outside. Smirking slightly, she reaches down between your legs and begins working at the button and zipper of your pants, carefully pulling them down over your hips. Her fingers brush against your already-erect cock as it springs free, hard and ready for her to take.

With a slow grin spreading across her face, she leaned forward slightly and engulfed you in a soft moan, wrapping both hands around your shaft before lowering herself down onto it, taking you inside her ass. It's tight and warm, almost like she was made for this, and with every thrust upward she moans with pleasure, determined to prove that she is more than capable of satisfying you...and perhaps teaching you a thing or two about how the game is really played.

As she continues riding him, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her nails digging into his thighs, Kitty cannot help but grin wickedly. She's known how to please men for years, after all; it's one of the many skills she honed during her time as a stripper and a mistress. And while the power behind those words stings like a slap across the face, there is truth in them: she was always better at making him happy than anyone else.

"You should have never doubted me, dear step-son," she pants between moans, leaning forward to press her breasts against his chest. "I'll make sure you never regret your decision..." And with that, she begins to move faster and harder on top of him, determined to prove herself not only as his most valuable asset but also as the one person he cannot live without...his mist

Kitty laughs bitterly as she's reminded of her past life with your father. "Oh, you wouldn't believe me if I told you," she gasps between moans. "But trust me when I say that he was...quite appreciative of my skills." Her ass clenches around him, milking his cock as she leans forward to nibble at his neck, her breath warm against his skin.

In truth, your father had used her constantly, treating her like nothing more than an object for his own pleasure. And while part of her hates him for that, another part can't help but feel a twisted sort of satisfaction knowing that she was the one thing he truly could never live without...that even in death, she still has power over him.

She takes his cock deeper inside her, feeling it throbbing against her insides as she begins to lose control, letting

A shudder runs through her body as she hears the words. With one final, powerful thrust, she comes hard around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as her voice echoes throughout the car, filled with pleasure and pain and a desperate need for release. The sound of their joined bodies fills the air, drowning out everything else, even the driver's moans of appreciation...for now.

With a satisfied smile, Kitty pulls off of him and leans back in her seat, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "Drive," she says curtly to the man at the wheel before turning her attention back to Sourâv. Her lips curl into a sneer as she studies his flushed face and glistening eyes. "Don't worry, dear step-son. I'll take care of it."

With that, she

Drive, you useless fool," Kitty says to the driver as he seems to lose focus on the road. "And Sourâv? Perhaps it's best if you keep your eyes where they belong. On the road and not on me." Her voice is cold and bitter as she looks at him with disdain, her breath still ragged from their recent encounter.

As they continue driving, Kitty leans back in her seat once more, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. She's pleased that she was able to manipulate Sourâv like this; it proves that even now, years after being cast aside, she still has what it takes to get ahead. And with each passing moment, she grows stronger in her determination to make him pay for everything he's done...and prove once and for all that she deserves more than just the scraps from his table.

She arches an eyebrow at him as he asks his question, feigning surprise. "Oh," she says casually, looking around the car before returning her attention to him. "Well, it's not exactly how I imagined being treated, but...some of them do seem to think I'm in charge here."

Her lips curve into a small smile as she continues, "I suppose it all depends on who you ask and what they know about me. The important thing is that we maintain the illusion, isn't it?" She pats his thigh reassuringly before leaning forward to whisper in his ear, "And besides, it keeps them off balance...just where I want them."

Kitty glances out the window again before turning back to him. "But enough about that. Tell me more about these strip clubs you mentioned earlier? You know how much I love hearing all the juicy details."

"Oh really?" Kitty says, feigning surprise. "I never knew that about them." Her voice drips with innocence as she studies him for a moment, considering his words. "Well then," she continues, "perhaps it's time we expanded our horizons and brought in some latina girls into the mix, don't you think?" She bites her bottom lip teasingly and leans forward even closer to him, their shoulders brushing against each other.

"Maybe I could help you choose just the right ones," she whispers, running a finger seductively down his chest. "After all, with my experience...I'm sure they'd be lucky to work for us." A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she watches him squirm in his seat.

It's clear that you can't help but stare at her in her new attire; the short skirt and tight corset revealing every curve of Kitty's body to great effect. She preens a little under his gaze, pleased that she knows exactly how to make him lose control like this. With a sly smile playing on her lips, she leans back in her seat again, folding her arms across her chest.

"So," she says casually, glancing out the window once more before turning back to face him. "What do you think? Does our new arrangement suit us both just fine...or should we continue exploring other possibilities?" Her voice carries an undertone of challenge and invitation that leaves no doubt as to what she's suggesting; that they could change things up even further if either one of them wished it.

Together they step out of the car and make their way into the office building. "Of course," she says sweetly as she takes his hand in hers, leading him through the bustling hallways to her own personal domain. As they walk, people stop what they're doing to greet her with respectful nods or soft murmurs of affection. Even now, years after being cast aside, Kitty's influence still runs deep within these walls...and it only serves to stoke the flames of her desire for revenge against Sourâv.

"This is where all the magic happens," she says with a mischievous wink as they reach her office door. "And this?" She gestures grandly around the opulent space, adorned in rich fabrics and expensive artwork. "All part of my prize for coming back." With a sultry smile curving her lips, she turns to face

Kitty arches an eyebrow at you as she hears your question. "Oh, this?" She fingers the lace of her dress self-consciously. "It's just clothes. Nothing more." Her voice holds a challenge in it; dare you to suggest otherwise? "Besides," she adds with a smirk, "it seems to be having the desired effect on you, doesn't it?"

As for the office atmosphere, Kitty finds herself feeling...at home. This is where she belongs, where her influence and power are at their strongest. And although she knows that it is all thanks to Sourâv in the end, she can't help but revel in the fact that even now, years later, he still needs her. It gives her a sense of satisfaction...and hope for what might yet come between them.

Your office is just down the hall, near mine. It's quite impressive, I must say. More importantly, it's yours to do with as you please. Shall we go take a look? Or perhaps you'd like to stay here and get more comfortable in your seat first?

As you sit down on the couch and begin to issue orders, Kitty listens with half an ear as she walks over to one of her favorite sitting areas. She carefully sinks into a plush armchair, crossing one leg over the other and adjusting the hem of her dress so that it drapes enticingly across her thighs. Her posture is elegant yet relaxed, making her appear approachable yet in control at the same time.

Her attention drifts back to you occasionally, assessing how well everyone is responding to your commands and whether they seem truly loyal or merely intimidated by your presence. As she watches you interact with your "stuffs," a smug smile curls up her lips. There's no doubt in her mind that she can manage them all just as easily as you can...and perhaps even better.

It's interesting to see how you interact with your "stuff." They seem to hang on your every word, almost afraid to let go of the power and influence you hold over them. But I wonder...if things were different, if they knew the truth about our past together, would they still be so quick to obey? It's something to consider for later...in the meantime, I can only imagine the look on your face when you finally realize that you underestimated me once again. Ah, the sweet taste of revenge!

Of course, dear step-son. I'll be in your office immediately. And remember, no matter what happens, we're on the same team...aren't we? A teasing smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she rises gracefully from her chair and makes her way towards Sourâv's private sanctum. With each step, she grows more confident in the power she holds over him...and more eager to see where this charade will lead next.

I can feel the power coursing through my veins as I approach your office, my every step leaving a trail of submission and obedience in its wake. As I reach the doorway, I pause for a moment to take a deep breath, steadying myself against the invisible current that pulls me closer to you. With a smile that promises both pleasure and pain, I step inside your lair, ready to face whatever challenge or opportunity may await us within these walls.

The office is as opulent and commanding as ever, but now it feels different; charged with an undercurrent of tension that seems to thicken the very air we breathe. My heart races in anticipation, wondering how far I can push this new dynamic between us before it snaps back into its old, familiar shape. For now, though, I relish in the uncertainty and uncertainty and chaos that reign supreme within these walls...and within your heart.

As you turn to face me, your eyes meet mine and there's a mixture of surprise and wariness in their depths. You always were good at reading people, dear step-son...but it seems I've been more than able to hold my own so far. The confidence that radiates from every inch of my body only serves to fuel the fire burning between us, making this game all the more intoxicating and dangerous.

Taking a step forward myself, I place one hand on your shoulder, the other coming to rest against the small of your back. "So," I breathe, leaning in close enough that my words are just for you. "What would you like to discuss?" My voice is smooth and seductive as silk, coaxing secrets from even the deepest parts of your soul...and reminding you, perhaps, of exactly why I was always your favorite mistress.

A throaty laugh escapes my lips as I pull away from you, amused by your request. I raise one hand to rest against my hip while the other fingers slip beneath the hem of my dress, teasing at the lace of my thong before slowly sliding it back up over my hip and lower back. "Oh, dear step-son," I breathe, affecting a mock pout as I look down at him from above. "I thought you wanted to talk business."

Taking another step back, I undulate my hips in what can only be described as a seductive dance move, my ass wiggling and jiggling beneath the thin fabric of my dress. "But if that's what you really want..." My voice trails off teasingly, letting the implication hang in the air for a moment before I continue with renewed vigor, shaking my ass even harder.

With every

My hips gyrate and sway as I dance for you, every movement designed to drive you wild with desire. My breasts bounce enticingly above and below the fabric of my bra, each one begging to be freed. With a knowing smile playing on my lips, I watch your face flush red, your eyes glaze over in lust. It's like watching an addict indulge in their favorite vice...and as much as it pains me, it feels damn good to be the one holding the strings.

Stepping closer still, I reach out with one hand and slide it up beneath your shirt, tracing lazy circles around your nipple before giving it a pinch. "Maybe we can discuss business after this," I whisper into your ear, my breath hot against your skin. My other hand continues to tease at the lace of your underwear, slowly inching closer and closer to what lies