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Chapter #8

Blushing, you speed off at a quick walk, her cr...

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"Yeah... I love that jiggle, jiggle..." she calls after you. Still a scum bag despite his new sex. Reaching the corner, you need to settle that pimp, madame with a vengeance she can appreciate.

Summoning your powers, you focus on the new woman. Imagining the ultimate tease buried deep inside her, just beyond even her teasing fingers. Just beyond her ability to retrieve.

As the love egg pops into existence, your mobile phone chimes, to let you know the new app has finished installing. 'Teasr' is marked with full, pouting, lips. Perfect teeth biting a succulent lower lip. You know exactly how to get back at her.

Peering back around the corner, you see her mustering her stable of whores. Assigning them each to their own corner, you start the egg on a low setting.

- - - - -

The effect is immediately obvious. Her voice straining to keep a level tone. You can see and hear her discomfort. The girls... her girls look at her curiously, spot her hands restlessly fidgetting in her lap. She's not projecting the image of power and command, she desires.

Taking it up a gear, she squeals. The sound startling even her. A glare at her girls demanding their silence, their denial it even happened. She's losing control, as you fiddle with the controls. Setting the egg to randomly start vibrating, at a random level. Sometimes, managable, but never to be ignored. At times, she has to massage herself. Those naughty fingers working her tender flesh... Or when she can, commanding her passenger to please her... In either case the relief is brief, and the temptation for more clear in her worried tone.

You spot the exchanged looks. Her precarious position fatally undermined, you know that within a week, she'll be ousted from control, and just another girl plying her trade. Her abilities and limitations set by her willingness to spread her legs, and please whichever man or woman has paid for her services...
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