Ginger licked her lips as she watched Bolin walk out of the room. The young man was remarkably naive for his age, and she could only imagine the look on his face when he finally realized what was happening as she stripped him down and strapped him to the table...
"I'll have a lot of fun breaking that one in," she purred once the door closed behind Bolin. Asami frowned at this, though, and the backer of the Fire Ferrets gave the superstar supermodel a black look.
"I think I'd prefer it being done by someone he can trust," she remarked a little cattily. "He's a good guy, and his first time should be with someone who cares about him."
"Oh, but I do care!" replied Ginger huskily. "I care about seeing him squirm and hearing him scream my name as I show him pleasures he could never imagine..." She sat down on Asami's desk, and she leaned back, giving the owner of Future Industries a good, clear view of her considerable, creamy cleavage.
Miss Sato blushed, seeing the sultry look Ginger gave her. But still she glared at the mover star balefully, subtly curling her lips into a bitter snarl.
"Whore," she muttered darkly. But Ginger simply smirked.
"I prefer to think of myself as experienced," she replied airily. "Bolin needs somebody to guide him."
"The only thing you'd guide him to," retorted Asami hotly, "would be your own bed!"
"Isn't that the point, though?" Ginger replied, smiling smugly and lustily up at Asami. "He would be much better off with a more experienced mistress."
"And he'd be even better off," snapped Asami, "with someone who cared about him! Somebody who wants to see him happy!"
Ginger's eyes twinkled, and she slowly turned around on Asami's desk, grabbing Miss Sato by her sleeve and pulling her down on top of her, on top of the desk. The lovely young businesswoman let out a soft gasp of surprise at this, and her lips were very cute in that tiny o shape.
"How cute," the redhead purred, a knowing smile on her lips. "You like him, don't you?"
Asami's blush deepened, and she stammered weakly. Ginger pulled her down closer, locking their bodies together in a very suggestive embrace. Their breasts mashed together, fabric rumpling and rustling as Ginger drew Asami tightly into her arms.
"Well, if you're that serious about him..." said Ginger, seeing how flustered Asami was by this line of discussion, and their physical closeness. "...I suppose I could let you be his mistress..." She smiled wickedly, then. "That is, on one condition: you have to become my mistress, too."
Asami scowled, even in spite of her continuing embarrassment at her position.
"Why should I do that?"
Ginger leered wolfishly at Miss Sato.
"I don't play second fiddle," she said simply. "Not to anyone. If you get Bolin, then I get you. Capisce?"
Asami's blush deepened, and for a moment she considered this. Bolin had certainly displayed no small amount of attraction to the sensual Ginger, and Miss Sato regrettably had no doubt who would come out on top in a contest for his heart (or certain other, more southward parts).
What was her response to Ginger's ultimatum?
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