Her face which had been red with anger, instantly faded to white, as she stammered, “I-I-I.”
“Y-y-you what?” I laughed, as I snapped my fingers at Lauren again and she instantly went under my skirt and to my already slightly damp pussy.
“Please,” Katrina’s mom whispered.
“Please what?” I asked amused.
“Please, I have money,” she offered, like all rich people do, thinking that their money can buy them out of any situation.
“Funny, that is exactly what your friend here said before she became my submissive little fuck toy,” I countered.
She looked at her friend under my skirt and looked back up and said, “What do you want?”
“Revenge,” I answered, simply.
“Meaning,” she said, her tone as cold as ice.
“I want to crush your daughter,” I replied, before adding, “to do that, I must first take control of her mother…you.”
“That is ridiculous,” she answered, more defiant than I anticipated, her daughter being such a follower.
“I have video of your daughter munching pussy,” I lied, all I really had was e-mails and whatever got filmed today. I added, “I also have video of you just a few minutes ago on my phone here I could put online.”
Her face grimaced briefly, but she remained strong. “Go ahead.”
“Sure,” I agreed, “Is there any specific porn site you want to be on? MILF dykes? Mom sluts? Mommies at home?”
“You’re not serious?” Katrina’s mom asked, her tone a mixture of defiance and disbelief.
“Come join your friend on your knees, slave,” I ordered, “or your daughter’s and your own cunt-munching exploits go viral…either way I win.”
The MILF was grasping at straws a she said to Lauren, “She can’t be serious, Lauren?”
I tapped her head from between my legs and she obediently showed her face from underneath my skirt.
“Tell your friend how serious I am,” I ordered.
Lauren answered, “June, I didn’t believe it at first either, but….”
“How could you?” June interrupted.
Lauren eyes changed and she instantly got annoyed, “Don’t get all high and mighty, June. You are submissive to me in the bedroom whether you think so or not and out in public for that matter, so don’t you be judging me.”
“I’m not,” June replied, clearly insulted.
Lauren laughed, her true uppity personality coming out, “Are you kidding me. You are a follower, a social climber who does pretty much anything I say.”
“Lauren,” June said, hurt by the words of her friend.
“I am doing what I have to do to protect my reputation and family and I suggest you do the same,” Lauren replied, even better than I could have myself.
I sat on the edge of the bed and guided my right foot to my pet, who then took my shoe off without instruction and took my manicured toes in her mouth.
“But this is ludicrous,” June answered very weakly.
Lauren couldn’t answer with my foot in her mouth, so I countered, “No more ludicrous than your bitch daughter and Lauren’s bitch daughter corrupting my mother.”
“I won’t submit,” she weakly replied.
“I don’t have time for this. Either get on the floor and join your friend or get the fuck out of here and you and your daughter will be an internet sensation, I don’t really care,” I threatened, confident she was on the brink of submitting.