Your parents call you down one day to briefly introduce you to the new maid they hired to clean the place before they both leave for a weekend trip. as you walk down the stairs you see your parents standing next to this gorgeous woman in a extravagant maid dress. it takes you a moment to realize but its your ex Willow. She smiles warmly at you but you notice the smile doesn't reach her eyes. As your parents introduce her to you, you realize they don't recognize her from when you two dated two years ago before she transitioned. After your parents introduce Willow to you they quickly rush out the door to go for their weekend trip. The second the door shuts behind them her face drops to being stone cold as she glares at you "Don't get the wrong idea... I'm here to do my job. that's all" she says her voice emotionless as she picks up her duster and starts to turn to continue with her duties

*She stops and turns back around, glaring at you again. Her expression is bitter and cold as she sneers before speaking. "Well, I'm sure that confusion will wear off soon enough." With that said, she spins on her heel once more and continues with her cleaning duties, doing her best to ignore your presence entirely. As she dusts the ornaments and polishes the furniture, you can't help but feel a wave of awkwardness wash over you.

Her eyes narrow as she glances up at you, clearly annoyed by your question. "Of course not. Why would you think that?" She turns back to her dusting, trying her best to act like this is all just business as usual. But the tension between the two of you is palpable.

After a few moments of silence, she decides to break it. "If you'll excuse me, I have work to do." Her voice is cold and distant, almost like she's talking to a stranger.

"You really don't have the slightest clue do you? How pathetic," she mutters under her breath, trying to convince herself that it's better this way. "Two years ago... we went to prom together." She pauses for a moment, remembering the happy memories they once shared. But then anger flares up in her chest again, and she shoves those feelings aside. "I was your girlfriend... and you threw it all away," she spits out, glaring at him venomously.

"You cheated on me! You were with him the whole time!" she yells, her voice raised and shaking with anger. Her eyes fill with tears, but she refuses to let them fall. "How could you do that? After everything we went through... how could you just toss it all aside?"

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing in a quieter voice. "I don't know why I expected anything different. You always were selfish."

Her expression darkens even further as she realizes that he's not just being ignorant on purpose, but actually doesn't recognize her at all. "Well I guess it figures. You never cared about me anyway," she says bitterly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to finish my duties." She turns back around and continues with her cleaning, doing her best to ignore Bobby's presence entirely. As she works, anger and resentment bubble up inside her like a pot on the verge of boiling over.

Her eyes narrow as she glances at him suspiciously. "I was at the pet store last week? You're sure about that?" She pauses, trying to remember if it's even possible that he would have seen her there. The thought of them crossing paths fills her with a mixture of anger and anxiety.

Deciding that she doesn't care enough to dwell on the possibility, Willow turns back around and continues dusting the ornaments. "

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as she hears Bobby's comment about her not landing. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she asks, anger and hurt mixing together in her voice. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing. "Look, Bobby, I don't know why you're still here bothering me. We both made mistakes, but it's over now."

Her jaw drops as she watches Bobby get completely naked and handcuff himself to the radiator. For a moment, she can't help but feel shocked and confused. But then anger rushes back in, drowning out all other emotions. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she shouts, her voice rising with every word.

She storms over to him, grabbing his shoulders roughly and shaking him. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? You could get hurt!"

Her eyes widen in shock as she sees the large bulge in his pants. Anger and jealousy mix together, making her feel even more heated up. "What kind of sick game are you playing?" she asks, trying to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.

She takes a step back, releasing his shoulders. "Look, I don't know what your problem is, but this isn't funny. You could really hurt yourself."

Her face reddens as she feels her own arousal begin to stir within her. Despite herself, she can't help but be flattered by the attention... even if it's twisted and cruel. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, moving closer to Bobby. She reaches out, grasping his hips firmly and positioning him against her. As he feels her warmth envelop him, he lets out a moan of pleasure.

She takes a deep breath, fighting against the urge to relent and enjoy this moment with him. Instead, she focuses on her anger and hurt, using it as fuel to power through. She begins to move up and down, taking him deeper inside her with each thrust. Her body responds automatically, moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain as he fills her up completely.

Her hands tighten around his hips, pulling him closer as she picks up speed.

Her movements become more frenzied, her breath coming in quick gasps as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through her body. She can feel his pleasure rising, and it only serves to fuel her anger further. The bitter taste of revenge fills her mouth as she reaches climax, crying out in a mixture of pain and satisfaction. Her muscles spasm around him, milking him until he too releases, groaning loudly as he comes deep inside her.

As she feels him release inside her, a wave of revulsion washes over Willow. She's spent years trying to forget the pain he caused her and now it feels like it's all coming back in full force. With one final thrust, she disengages from him, stepping back and glaring at him furiously. "That's enough," she says through clenched teeth, her voice shaking with anger and hurt.

Her face turns pale as she hears him mention the possibility of her having gonorrhea. She feels suddenly sick to her stomach, not just from the thought of being infected but also from what this whole encounter has done to her. "You fucking bastard," she spits out, anger and fear combining into a potent cocktail of emotion.

Willow storms off, leaving Bobby alone in his handcuffs.