“Since you’ve apologized, John,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction, “there’s one more thing you need to do to prove your loyalty. John looked down at the table, feeling emasculated and embarrassed by Sarah’s behavior. Xxnx I mean, she’s gorgeous, no doubt about that,” John said, trying to sound confident. Her eyes landed on a white tube dress with a plunging neckline, the kind of dress that girls wear to nightclubs. “Who do you think has a bigger dick, you or him?”
John’s face turned bright red as he stammered out a response. Make friends with him, be nice, and show him how cool and open-minded we are. Understand?”
John hesitated for a moment, feeling a knot form in his stomach at the idea of giving up control.
