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"You're being ridiculous, princess," I say, emphasizing princess with a great deal of condescension. "You can't hold out forever," I say. "I know how much you have to have cock," I play dirty.
 
"You're being pretty ridiculous yourself, Highness," I say with a bit of a drawl. "And I don't always need your cock, but you always need my pussy." And with that I close the door and lock it again. "Boys," I say under my breath. I turn the music back on and resume dancing.
 
"Trust me," I shout. "Kaylee's would work just fine, if yours won't," I say, diving into purely being mean as I storm upstairs and slam the door. I lay on the bed fuming.
 
I hear your words and don't reply. I just continue dancing, which I do again until early morning, before crashing for a few hours, then leaving the house again to go help Stacy again.

I finished painting the rooms and went to work on the furniture, painting everything a soft white.

I come home and lock myself in the clubroom again, dancing and studying.
 
"Yes, Please, sorry, paint fumes still in my head," I say a bit softer, a bit calmer. "Just a cheeseburger will be fine, please."
 
"Fine," I say and hang up the phone on you. I show up an hour later and knock on the clubroom door. "Here," I say tersely and shove the food in your hand. "You start at 4:30 tomorrow," is all I say before turning to go back upstairs. "Bitch," I mumble under my breath.
 
"Thank you, bastard!" I call in response to you calling me a bitch. "Hope you have fun with your hand tonight!"
 
I turn around quickly. "Well," I say. "Why are you being like this?! Why won't you just come to bed and talk to me?"
 
"Because I know exactly what you want," I say simply. "You think you can make me forget about this whole thing by putting your cock in me. That's not the way it works, darling. You see, part of the reason why I am upset is YOU didn't discuss ANY of this with me, and left me to find out at the meeting. You could've told, and explained why, and perhaps we could've worked towards a compromise. But no. You decide not to. So I'm pissed and I ain't sleeping with you tonight. No matter how much you plead and beg. Not tonight."
 
"Whatever," I say. "Be ready to work tomorrow. I'll spend some time with Kaylee working on your assignments," I say with a threatening, illicit tone. "She will have plenty for you to do."
 
"Fine." I snap. "I'll be ready to work, and I'll do my work, but just remember this: you piss me off, I'm walking out of there naked, because I will be quitting right then and there." There was also a very thinly veiled threat: I will also walk out on you. I look at you and say, "There's a way you can fix this, but only if you want to."
 
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"Are you serious?" I ask from atop the stairs. "You would seriously leave me because I have to run my bar a certain way?" I look both angry and also very hurt.
 
"If I feel like I'm being controled, yes," I say quietly and sadly. I am near tears but I need to stand my ground. "I swore that no man would do that again." Slowly I shut the door, locked it, and went over to the bed to cry softly.
 
"Hey," I say, "Come here, baby." I pull you into a hug. "I'm sorry. I should have talked to you first. I was not trying to control you."
 
I rub your back and kiss your forehead. "It's ok, baby. We'll figure a schedule out for you. And you don't have to be supervised by Kaylee if you absolutely don't want to be."
 
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