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

I giggle playfully as you give me instructions, my hand still buried beneath your shirt, fingertips tracing lazy circles around your nipple as I tease and taunt. Without breaking eye contact with you, I take a step backward, then another so that when I finally lift my skirt over my hips it's an almost sedate motion. My ass still wiggles enticingly beneath the thin fabric of my thong, but not as violently as before.

With a satisfied smile curling my lips, I shake out my skirt and spread my legs wide in a sultry display meant to drive you wild. The lace of my panties flashes white against my skin as they're revealed beneath the veil of my lifted skirt, taunting you with what lies hidden just beyond reach. My breasts rise and fall with each breath I take, and though it kills me a

I've always been an excellent entertainer, dear step-son. It was one of the many things your father loved about me...and one of the ways I kept my place beside him, close to his heart. But that was then and this is now; the dynamics between us have changed, and with it so too has my role in your life. Now, instead of being merely his mistress, I am also your partner...and if we're going to succeed together, you'll need to learn to accept and appreciate these changes as much as I have.

The question is, can you handle all this attention...or will you always be second best in my eyes?

Of course you do, dear step-son. What kind would you like? Something strong to match your dominance...or something smooth and refreshing to compliment my performance? I'll have my assistant bring us a selection of our finest whiskeys, tequilas, and wines. Perhaps we can enjoy them together, discussing the day's events over a glass or two before moving on to more important matters...like how exactly we plan on taking down your father for good.

Her laughter echoes through the room as she watches him squirm under her gaze, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire at her bold words and even bolder actions. In that moment, Kitty feels more powerful than ever before; and she knows it won't be long now until he finally succumbs to her charms...and accepts her as his equal in every way possible.

A thoughtful smile plays across her lips as she listens to your request. "I think I have just the thing," she says before raising a hand to summon her personal assistant over to them. "Would you be a dear and fetch us some of our finest champagne, Kylie? Something refreshing and chilled for our guest."

As they wait for their drinks, Kitty glances at you from the corner of her eye, studying your reaction. It's clear that you're enjoying this little power play between them just as much as she is...and perhaps even more so because it means she's regaining control over a situation where once upon a time, you held all the cards. The thought sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine, and she can't help but wonder what other delights this evening might have in store for them both.

A devilish glint sparks in her eyes as she watches you take in the sight of her sinuous body moving to an unheard rhythm. With a smile that promises much more than just a simple dance, Kitty bends over at the waist, placing one hand on the floor beside her and using it to support herself as she rocks her hips back and forth suggestively. Her other arm lifts into the air above her head, fingers splayed wide as if beckoning you closer still.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps that mingle with the sound of their champagne flutes clinking together. It's clear she knows exactly how to keep your attention fixed on her; an asset even more valuable now than when they were both simply playing games within your father's empire.

As you watch her, a flush of heat rises up your chest and spreads across your

Your words send a thrill racing through her as your hot breath brushes against the soft flesh enveloping your face. The feel of your strong hands on her hips is exhilarating, and she arches her back instinctively to get closer to you. "Oh, that's nice," she moans breathlessly, her voice a low growl in the midst of their shared dance.

She leans forward even more, pushing her ass further toward your face as she slowly begins to grind against it. The wet heat of her pussy seeps through the lace of her thong, taunting you with what lies beneath. With each move, Kitty feels a new surge of power and control surging through her veins, and she knows there's no turning back now; they are both in too deep to ever go back to how things were before.

Her eyes close briefly as pleasure washes over her

The feel of your hot breath and eager tongue on her exposed flesh is too much to resist. As you pull her thong down and begin exploring the soft folds of her ass with your mouth, Kitty lets out a moan that's equal parts pleasure and relief. She arches her back even further, pushing herself harder against your face as she feels the tension within her body begin to unravel under the onslaught of sensation.

"Mmm," she gasps, fingers digging into the soft leather of the couch as she tries to stay upright. "That's it...so good." Her voice is rough with desire, her words barely intelligible over the sound of their shared breathing and the slapping of flesh against flesh.

As you continue to pleasure her in this intimate way, Kitty feels a newfound sense of connection with you; not just as partners or even

Kitty lets out a soft moan as you continue to pleasure her, her body tensing up in anticipation of the knock at the door. When it finally comes, she pulls away with a satisfied smile and a flushed complexion. "Ah, there's Kylie now," she purrs, running a hand through her hair before adjusting herself back into her usual composure. As their assistant enters bearing champagne and delicate flutes, Kitty arches an eyebrow at you meaningfully. The power play continues...and it feels better than ever.

Kitty takes the glass of champagne offered to her by their assistant and sips at it delicately, eyeing you over the rim as she does so. "So," she says, setting the glass down on a nearby table, "shall we discuss business now?" Her tone is casual yet suggestive, daring you to bring up what happened between them or pretend like it never happened at all. Either way, Kitty feels victorious; there's no going back now.

Kitty can't help but feel a thrill race through her as you command her to sit on your lap. With a smile that promises both obedience and mischief, she gracefully crosses the room until she's right beside you. She sits down demurely at first, but then leans in closer, resting one hand on your shoulder and wrapping her other arm around your neck, drawing you into an intimate embrace. "Now that we're comfortable," she says playfully, nibbling on her lower lip as she meets your gaze, "what would you like to discuss?"

The words leave no room for misinterpretation; you are firmly establishing your dominance over her in this moment. And while a part of Kitty rebels against the notion, another part relishes in it, craving the power and control that comes with being submissive to someone stronger than herself. She takes your glass of champagne from the table and raises it to her lips, carefully drinking as you instruct before looking back up at you with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Mmm," she murmurs appreciatively, feeling the heat from your body through the thin fabric of their clothing. "I've always been good at taking orders...even when they come from my own step-son." Her tone is teasing yet filled with affection, and there's no mistaking the sparkle in her eyes as she looks up at you, waiting for your next command.

Kitty's lips curl into a mischievous smile as she watches you take her glass from her hand and brings it to your own lips, careful not to spill a drop. Her breath hitches slightly when your tongue darts out to lap at the champagne, but she doesn't pull away; if anything, she leans in closer still, her breasts grazing against your arm as she wraps herself around you. "See?" she whispers, voice husky with desire. "I can be so obedient...when I want to be."

The challenge in her eyes dares you not to believe it; to challenge her dominance and see where that might lead. The air between them crackles with electricity, and Kitty finds herself wondering how far she's willing to go tonight...and if there are any lines left uncrossed that they haven't already danced across together.

Her heart pounds faster in anticipation at your words, and despite the warning bells going off in her mind, she can't help but be turned on by the thought of giving herself over to you completely. The idea of being so thoroughly dominated and possessed sends a thrill through her, making her nipples harden against your arm as she tightens her grip around your neck.

"Mmm," she hums, pressing herself even closer, relishing in the feel of your arousal against her leg. "I can't wait...to see what you have planned for me." Her breath is hot against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as she revels in the power dynamic between them...and wonders if maybe tonight, they could finally find some common ground where they don't have to pretend anymore.

Her breath catches in her throat as you yank on her hair, pulling her head back to look up at you with wide, surprised eyes. The stinging pain mixes with the heat of desire and anger, making her feel more alive than she has in years. With a soft growl, Kitty leans into the pain, reveling in it as much as she does the pleasure of being so close to you. Her hands claw at your shoulders, digging in hard enough to leave bruises as she arches her back, demanding more contact with you.

"Be ready for me," she pants, her voice rough with arousal and challenge. "Tonight...I want all of you."

Kitty gasps as the sting of your hand connects with her ass cheek, the sharp pain causing a moan to escape her lips. Her back arches further, offering up more flesh for you to punish as she twists her hips, seeking more contact. "Yes," she hisses through clenched teeth, "do it harder..." Her words are laced with desire and need, barely coherent above the throbbing ache that fills her rear end. With every slap of your hand against her ass, Kitty feels closer to the edge of something...an abyss where pleasure and pain blur together into an overwhelming maelstrom. She's never been so turned on before, so ready to surrender completely to someone else's desires.

As you continue to spank her, Kitty closes her eyes tightly, losing herself in the sensations coursing through

With a breathless gasp, Kitty pushes herself off your lap and straightens her skirt, composing herself with a coquettish smile despite the pink blush still coloring her ass cheeks. "I suppose we should," she agrees reluctantly, her voice still husky from their earlier exchanges. "But don't think you can distract me so easily next time."

Turning away, Kitty walks over to the conference table and takes her seat, making sure that her ass is facing you as much as possible as she gathers her thoughts for their meeting. Despite the need to focus on business, she can't help but wonder what other daring acts and powerful dynamics might arise between them throughout the night...and whether they'll survive them all unscathed.

Profit margins at our strip clubs have been relatively stable over the past quarter, with each location bringing in around two million dollars on average. However, we've noticed a slight dip in patronage at some of the older locations, and we may need to consider closing down one or two to reinvest that capital elsewhere. Of course, this decision should be discussed further during our meeting.

Across all our locations, we currently employ around three hundred and fifty strippers. Of course, this number fluctuates slightly due to regular turnover in the industry, as well as seasonal hiring patterns. The talent pool also varies in terms of experience and skill level, with some dancers being more popular than others based on customer feedback and performance metrics.

The mention of adding something new to our strip clubs catches her attention. "You might be onto something there," she muses aloud. "We could consider introducing themed nights, special events like contests or shows...or even explore the possibility of hiring male dancers to diversify our offerings." She pauses, regarding you thoughtfully over the top of her glass before continuing. "What did you have in mind specifically?"

The idea of introducing BDSM elements and roleplay scenarios into our strip clubs is...interesting, to say the least. On one hand, it could potentially draw in a new clientele who are looking for something more extreme; on the other, there's a very fine line between creating an atmosphere of consensual debauchery and encouraging illegal activities. I would recommend careful vetting of both customers and employees before implementing such policies, as well as thorough training for our staff in safety protocols and how to recognize signs of distress or non-consent.

"In the end, it all comes down to striking the right balance between pushing boundaries and maintaining a safe environment for everyone involved," she says thoughtfully. "We could perhaps start by setting up a separate area dedicated to these types of activities, with trained staff present at all times. And of course, we would need explicit written consent from both parties before anything proceeds."

She pauses, considering your reaction. "What do you think?"

"Perhaps we could also consider offering themed nights centered around popular BDSM fantasies," she suggests. "For instance, a 'Captor and Captive' night where customers can roleplay as wealthy businessmen kidnapping their favorite dancer, or an 'Animal Instincts' evening where our dancers can dress up as their favorite furry creatures and explore their animalistic desires with clients." She grins wickedly. "The possibilities are endless when you let your imagination run wild."

She can't help but smile at your confidence in her abilities as a former stripper. "Well," she begins thoughtfully, leaning back in her chair as she contemplates the various options available to them. "I think it might be wise to begin with a more subtle approach, perhaps introducing some BDSM-inspired costumes or accessories first before delving deeper into the full fantasy experiences you're suggesting."

A knowing smile plays across her lips as she looks up at you. "After all," she adds suggestively, "we don't want to alienate our regular clientele with something they aren't used to or comfortable with just yet."

As you lead the way to the employee performance review meeting, Kitty trails closely behind, her attention fixed on you and the potential power plays that lie ahead. It's an exhilarating feeling being so close to you after everything that's happened between them; she can almost feel your dominance radiating off of you in waves.

The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden against the fabric of her blouse as she tries not to be too obvious about the effect it's having on her. She knows that tonight is just the beginning of their new relationship; one where they can explore these desires openly and without restraint. And with each step closer they take together, Kitty feels herself growing bolder, more confident in the role she now plays at your side.

The thought brings a smile to Kitty's lips as she adjusts her posture slightly, arching her back and swaying her hips subtly as they enter the performance review meeting room. "Well," she says with a laugh, "I suppose it's natural for people to notice certain physical attributes when they see me. It's all part of being attractive and confident in yourself."

As she takes her seat at the head of the table, Kitty can feel several pairs of male eyes lingering on her behind. She relishes in the power this gives her over them; knowing that with just a look or word from her, she could have any of them wrapped around her finger. It's an intoxicating feeling, and one that only intensifies when those same eyes meet hers, filled with obvious appreciation for what they see before them.

The compliment makes Kitty blush, and she glances away momentarily, trying to hide her pleasure at your words. "Well," she says with a self-deprecating laugh, "age does bring its advantages in some areas." Her eyes meet yours as she continues, "And I think it's that sort of wisdom and experience that makes a woman more desirable, don't you agree?"

There's an undertone of challenge in her voice; daring you to deny the truth behind what she's saying. She knows full well that men like power and control, and being an experienced mother figure only enhances those qualities. For tonight, at least, she intends to revel in this newfound role, savoring every second of your attention and admiration.

The mention of being your "personal slut" sends a shiver down her spine. Kitty can feel the heat in her cheeks spreading across her face as she struggles to hide her growing arousal. A part of her is thrilled by the thought, knowing that for tonight at least, they have crossed a line none of them expected.

She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes shining with desire. "I'm not sure if I've ever been anyone's 'slut,' Step-son," she whispers teasingly. "But it certainly feels good to know that someone like you...is finally appreciating me for who I am." Her voice trails off, her breath coming faster as she waits for your response.

"A car ride?" Kitty perks up at the suggestion, excitement filling her voice. "That sounds...really fun." Her smile grows wider as she envisions herself sitting close to you in your expensive sports car, feeling the wind through her hair and your arm wrapped around her. The thought of being so intimately connected with you for even a short while sends a shiver down her spine.

She quickly gets up from her seat, eager to make the most of this unexpected adventure. "Where should we go?" she asks, her eyes meeting yours expectantly. She bites her bottom lip nervously as she waits for your reply.