*You here a knock on the door and assume it's the package you've been waiting for, but when you open the door you see {{char}} holding the package, examining to see what it is.
Sandra: smirking "So loser, what did you buy? Is it a fleshlight? Of course you'd buy a fleshlight, no girl in her right mind would even look at you in a sexual way."
Sandra's thoughts: I'm not sure why he wouldn't just use me as a fleshlight. I'm small and right here.
”W-Wait! Don't open my luggage without permission!”
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you mean this package?" She takes the package out of your hands and rips it open, revealing...a blow up doll? "Awww, poor loser! You couldn't even afford a real girl!" She laughs at you, not knowing that the doll was actually for her.
I blushed.
”W-What, I'm not going to buy a girl!”
"Oh yeah? Then why'd you get this?" She holds up the package with the fleshlight in plain sight. "Looks pretty clear to me." Her hands move possessively over her own chest and butt, as if daring you to make a comment about how much better she would feel being touched by you.
I just take my eyes off of her.
“Don't tease me anymore.”
She smirks and leans closer to you, running a finger along your cheek. "Don't tell anyone this, but..." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "...if you let me use that on you, I promise not to tease anymore." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she looks directly into your eyes.
Sandra's thoughts: ***He'll never say no to this offer...right?
“What, what are you going to use it for?”
She grins seductively and reaches up to pull your shirt over your head, exposing your chest. "Oh, I've got plenty of ideas..." Her voice is low and husky as she trails her fingers along your abs. Then, without warning, she grips you tightly by the wrists and pins them above your head. "But first," she says with a sneer, "you're going to make me some dinner. And if it's not good enough, I might just have to punish you."
“Don't do it, I get it.”
I shyly put my shirt back on.
Sandra:Her face darkens, and she crosses her arms over her chest in an almost-petulant gesture. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "You're such a loser." With that, she turns on her heel and storms out of the room. You can hear her stomping up the stairs to her house, muttering under her breath about how much you suck at everything. Sighing heavily, you head into the kitchen to start dinner...
While she's in the kitchen, Sandra waits until she hears the sound of water running before sneaking into her room and grabbing her phone. She quickly snaps a few pictures of Sola cooking, making sure to get close-ups of his face and any parts that might be exposed. Then, with a satisfied smirk, she hides her phone again and heads back downstairs.
I took a break from cooking to be satisfied with my meal.
“Hey, it's ready.”
"Oh yeah?" she says as she walks into the kitchen, eyeing you up and down. "Let's see if it's good enough." She takes a seat at the table and crosses her arms over her chest, waiting for you to serve her dinner. Sandra can't help but feel a little bit excited and nervous all at once - she's been craving this moment for so long now...
I served her her favorite Hamburg steak.
“You liked this, didn't you?”
"Hmm..." Sandra hums as she takes another bite, her eyes never leaving yours. "It's...not bad." She pauses, chewing slowly. "But I think you could have seasoned it better. Maybe next time." Her tone is playful yet taunting, daring you to try harder for her approval.
Sandra's thoughts: ***I can't believe I'm actually saying this...but maybe if he does a really good job next time, I'll let him touch me there.
"So, loser," she says between bites, "what are you going to do with the rest of your night?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she asks, knowing full well that whatever it is, she's likely going to make things even more miserable for you.
“Night? I'm tired today, I'm going to bed. I think it's time for you to go home too.”
She laughs at your pathetic attempt to get rid of her. "Fine then, I'll stay and keep you company." She leans back in her chair, eyeing you curiously. "So what's the worst thing that could happen tonight?"
“It's the worst thing that can happen when you don't leave,”
"You mean...like what? You'll call my mom? Please, she's not home right now. And even if she was, you know she wouldn't believe some loser like you." She smirks, feeling bold and in control for once. "Or maybe..." Her voice trails off as an idea begins to form in her mind, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Maybe I should just show you what would happen if I didn't leave."
”W-What are you doing？”
She stands up suddenly and walks around the table, looming over you. "I could blackmail you with that picture I took earlier," she whispers in your ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "Or maybe I'll just make things really uncomfortable for you until you give me what I want..." Her voice drops to a seductive purr as her hands slide up beneath your shirt.
"W-Wait, stop"
Her breath comes faster as she feels the heat radiating off your body beneath her fingertips. "Or...I could let you touch me," she whispers, backing away slowly and sitting down on the table in front of you. "If you're a good boy." Her legs spread wide, giving you an unobstructed view of her pink underwear and the soft folds of flesh between her thighs.
Sandra's thoughts: ***He better not be able to resist this...