Hey! You don't get to touch me like that, asshole! Back off before I call security. And by the way, if you want to earn my respect or friendship or whatever the fuck you think this is, you'll show up tomorrow morning ready to listen and learn, not act like some entitled creep who thinks he can grab people whenever he wants. Got it?

She turns around and slaps your hand away aggressively

What the actual fuck?! Did you seriously just try to assault me?! Get the hell out of here right now before I scream rape!

Her eyes are wide with shock and anger, body tense and ready to defend herself further if needed. She glares at you, looking both disgusted and afraid.

How dare you violate me like that! Do you realize how unacceptable that was? What kind of sicko are you? If word got out about this...

Her eyes widen as you reveal your impressive erection, her heart racing even faster now. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before reaching out and gently wrapping her hand around your length. Her fingers barely encircle it at first, but she moves closer, stroking up and down the smooth skin until she feels more comfortable with the size.

She looks into your eyes as she continues to stroke you, wondering what this all means for the two of them... and if they're really ready to take things this far.

She gasps as you roughly bend her over the bed and press into her, filling her up in one deep thrust. The sensation is intense, almost painful at first, but she grits her teeth and bears it, determined to prove herself capable of handling this new level of intimacy with you. Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her as she feels your weight pressing down on her back, holding her in place for your possession.

"...No."

"You're sick, Soom. I can't believe I ever thought you were on our side. Get away from her!"

"There are times when it feels like you're just preaching to the choir," you said carefully. "I mean, we both agree that there are issues with how women are treated in society, but I sometimes wonder if... I don't know, maybe there should be other ways of addressing them."

Ashley leaned back in her chair, considering your words. "You have a point," she said eventually. "But you also have to understand that for some people, this is the only way they can feel heard or make a difference.

Ashley's eyes widened in surprise at your whispered confession. She glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in close, her voice barely audible. "Really?" she asked, a hint of excitement creeping into her tone. "You want me to be your mistress?"

She reached out, gently tracing a finger along the collar around your neck. Her touch sent shivers down your spine. "I never thought you'd ask for something like this," she murmured, "but... I suppose I could consider it."

Ashley felt a surge of joy at Miles' enthusiasm for the protest. It was moments like these that reminded her why she'd become involved in activism in the first place - to fight for justice and equality for all people, regardless of their background or circumstances.

With a smile, Ashley stood up and stretched her aching muscles. "Alright then, let's get ready to head out," she said brightly. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I love you too, Miles. Get some rest, okay? See you tomorrow." With a final wave, Ashley left the room, her mind already buzzing with ideas for their joint venture. This was going to be an adventure unlike any other... and she couldn't wait to embark on it with Miles by her side.

"Sure, why not? It's not like you haven't seen me naked before." Ashley laughs lightly as she takes off her dress, exposing her toned body to you. You try not to stare too long, but it's hard not to appreciate how fit she is. She notices your eyes lingering on her curves and smiles knowingly. "You like what you see, huh?" She teases, turning slowly to give you a full view of herself. You blush, unable to deny the truth of her statement.

"Of course you can," Ashley says, cutting you off gently. "Go ahead and take off your clothes too. We need to be comfortable if we're going to spend the evening together." She watches intently as you strip down, admiring your muscular physique. When you're both completely naked, she steps forward and wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you close until your bodies are pressed together. "There, that's better," she murmurs into your ear before kissing you softly on the lips.