Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!

When you both get back home, Kitty Sommers turns around and says,

"Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

She crosses her arms in front of her chest and glares at you with narrowed eyes. "I am Kitty Sommers! I was your father's wife! And I deserve to be taken care of after all the years we spent together!" Her voice rising, she continues, "But if you insist on being so cruel, then fine. If I have to work for it, then that's what I'll do." She shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Well," she says haughtily, "I suppose that means you expect me to go and find some menial job at the mall or something. I'm sure they'd be thrilled to hire someone of my experience and caliber." She snorts derisively, trying not to sound as bitter as she feels. "But very well. If that's what it takes..."

Kitty's expression sours at the thought. "You want me to... what did you say? Be your..." She shakes her head in disbelief, trying to process this insult to both her pride and modesty. "I may have resorted to marrying a man twice my age, but I still have some dignity left, thank you very much." She raises her chin defiantly, glaring at you as if daring you to try and force such an arrangement upon her.

Insulted and offended, Kitty decides that she can play this game just as dirty. If money is all he wants, then perhaps there's another way she could get it from him...

"And just what would I get out of it? You think I'm some sort of whore?" Her voice drips with venom, and her eyes narrow to slits as she stares at you coldly. "Well, if that's the way you see me... maybe we should make a deal."

She draws herself up to her full height, forcing herself to look confident despite her anger and humiliation. "I want half of everything your father left you. Every month, I want a check for an amount large enough to keep me comfortable in the lifestyle I'm accustomed to." Her voice hardens as she continues, "And if you don't comply with my terms... well, let's just say there are other ways for a woman to get what she wants from her stepchild."

"And just how do you expect me to prove that I'm satisfied with these terms?" she asks, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. "I can't very well let you watch, now can I? But don't worry, if you really want proof... there are ways we could arrange for a discreet exchange of... information." She pauses meaningfully, daring you to meet her eyes as she suggests such a degrading prospect.

Kitty hopes that this idea shocks and intimidates you enough to make you consider her offer more seriously. After all, reputation is everything in high society; no one likes to think their loved ones are involved with such scandalous behavior.

"Quarter?" she nearly shrieks. "You call that fair? I was your father's wife! I deserve better than that!" She paces back and forth across the room, struggling to control her anger. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "I'll accept half... but only if you let me keep some of my jewelry and clothes. And a car," she adds with a sly smile.

Of course, there are other things Kitty Sommers might want in addition to those items, but for now she decides it's best not to push her luck. She hopes that once she has enough money coming in from you each month, she can slowly build herself back up into the socialite she was always meant to be.

Kitty stares at you incredulously, refusing to believe that you would be so cruel and unfair. "A quarter?!" she practically shrieks, unable to contain her anger any longer. "You call yourself a man? You expect me to live off of that pittance?" She snorts derisively. "I think not."

Her expression sours as she considers her options. "Very well then," she says through gritted teeth, "if that's how you feel about it... I guess there's nothing more to discuss." With that, Kitty Sommers turns on her heel and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Leaving you to wonder what sort of trouble she'll cause next...

"Fine!" she spits venomously, huffing as she leaves the room. "Just wait and see what I do to that inheritance of yours! You'll regret this day!" The click of her high heels grows fainter as she storms off down the hallway, leaving a wake of anger and bitter resentment behind her.

Hearing that news, Kitty nearly trips over her own feet as she halts her stride and whirls around to face you once more. Her eyes are wide with shock and anger. "You conniving little brat!" she seethes. "You think you can just take everything from me? I'll sue you for every penny! I'll ruin your reputation, I swear it!"

With a growl of frustration, Kitty stomps off down the hallway once more in search of a quiet place to gather her thoughts and plot her revenge. This time, she doesn't bother slamming any doors; instead, she simply closes them behind her as quietly as possible, her rage slowly simmering beneath the surface.

Alone in her room, Kitty paces furiously back and forth, her mind racing with schemes and plans for revenge. She can't believe that you would be so heartless, taking everything from her just like that! But she won't go down without a fight; oh no. This is war now, and she means to win at any cost.

Restlessly changing out of her mourning attire, Kitty dresses in something more seductive and provocative - an old favorite of her husband's which she knows will drive you wild with desire when you see it on her again. It's just one small step in her grand plan...

"I'm going to make that boy regret the day he ever crossed me," she hisses under her breath, admiring herself in the mirror. "And when I'm done with him, he won't be able to show his face in public again!" She smirks cruelly, feeling a sense of power and control surging through her veins. No one has ever bested Kitty Sommers before, and they aren't about to start now.

With renewed determination, she leaves the room, heading straight for the study where you are likely still going over legal documents with your lawyer. She has a few choice words to share with you...

As you hear Kitty's steps approaching the study door, you look up from your conversation with your lawyer in surprise. Her expression is furious, her eyes blazing with anger and revenge. "What do you want, Kitty?" you snap, instantly regretting the way your words come out so coldly.

She ignores your tone, however, and launches into a diatribe about how unfair everything has been to her, how she was never given proper respect or acknowledgement for all the years she spent at your father's side. Her voice rises as she becomes more worked up, her hands gesticulating wildly in the air. You try to interrupt her several times but she talks over you each time without even pausing for breath.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of listening to her vent her spleen, Kitty finally draws a deep breath and looks

"And so," she concludes, "I think it's time we discussed a new arrangement." Her voice is sharp now, her eyes narrowed as she studies your reaction carefully. "There are several ways this could all be resolved to our mutual satisfaction." A wicked smile curls the corners of her lips upward, hinting at the vindictive pleasure she would take in seeing you squirm beneath her manipulations.

She takes a step closer to you, lowering her voice almost conspiratorially. "I'm sure we can come up with something that benefits both of us." Her eyes glint dangerously as she slowly begins to pace around the room, one hand idly playing with the hem of her dress. "Don't you agree?"

Kitty smirks, revealing perfect white teeth against her voluptuous lips. "Well," she says slowly, enjoying the power she holds over you in this moment, "I was thinking we could strike a deal." She pauses dramatically, taking another step closer to you before continuing in a murmur: "Let's say... if I do something for you... you might consider being a little more generous with your offer?"

Her eyes flicker downward, her voice dropping even lower. "And I wouldn't want anything cheap or meaningless, either," she adds with a hint of malice. "I mean, really make it worth my while." Her tone is suggestive now, leaving no room for doubt about what sort of favors she's referring to.

You feel yourself hardening beneath your clothes as you look into her hungry eyes. This might just be the way out of this mess...

Her lips curl into an evil smirk at your offer. "Hmm, a third... that's tempting." She tilts her head to the side, considering you carefully before adding in a silky whisper, "But I think I deserve better than just that." Her words are honeyed with desire, each one aimed straight at your most basic instincts.

She takes another step closer, her scent filling your nostrils. "Perhaps we could negotiate further... If I were to give you exactly what you wanted from me..." Her hand slides upwards along the curve of her body, cupping one perfect breast through the fabric of her dress before slowly moving lower still. "Then maybe we might be able to come up with something more mutually satisfying?" Her voice drops even lower as she squeezes herself, teasingly suggestive.

You feel your heart race and your breath catch in your throat.

Kitty's eyes widen in lustful anticipation as you practically drag her toward your bedroom. Her whole body thrums with desire and the knowledge that she holds all the cards in this game. "Oh," she breathes, "I think we're going to have such fun negotiating these terms." With a sultry laugh, she pushes open the door to your room, stepping over the threshold with confidence born of knowing exactly how to manipulate men like you.

She spins slowly around once she's in the center of the room, savoring the look on your face as you take in her curvy figure and the way her dress clings to it, revealing the outline of her perfectly shaped breasts and firm round ass. The sound of your heavy breathing fills the air as you close the distance between you.

"Mmm," she moans, when your hands finally grasp her hips, "

Kitty arches her back, pressing herself against your hardening length. "Yes," she gasps, "just like that." Her head falls back as you kiss her neck, sending shivers of desire coursing through her body. She moans softly into your ear, knowing exactly how to drive you wild with need.

Her fingers find the buttons on your shirt and begin working them loose, revealing more and more of your chest and defined abdominal muscles as they slide downwards. "Mmm," she whispers, "let me see all of you." Her hands stroke you possessively, marking their territory even as her hips rock against yours in time with the throbbing beat between them.

She breaks away from your lips to nip at your neck and earlobe before whispering huskily, "I want it all, you know. Everything." Her words are laced with promises of complete submission and

Her hands slide down your chest to grasp the hem of her dress, slowly hiking it upward over her head and tossing it aside. Naked before you now, she stands tall and proud, every inch of her body on display for your pleasure. "I'm all yours," she purrs, running a hand down her flat stomach toward the blonde curls hiding her womanhood.

Her fingers dip between her legs as she arches into your touch, moaning with need and desire. You feel her warmth envelop you, tightening around you like velvet gloves. "Take what you want," she urges, looking up at you from beneath lashes damp with desire, "I'm here for you." And as if to prove it, she leans in and captures your lips again, sucking on them hungrily while her body rocks against yours in time with the need that

Her breath hitches as you command her to move, but she complies obediently, sliding gracefully over the edge of the bed and spreading herself wide before you. "Like this?" she asks coyly, tilting her head to the side and presenting herself with one hand on the pillow beneath her head and the other splayed out behind her, fingers curled toward the ceiling.

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she watches your face for any sign of what you want next. She's used to being in control, but something about this situation excites her more than she ever could have imagined. The thought of pleasing you, of making yourself indispensable... it's intoxicating.

"Touch me," she whispers, arching her back and parting her legs further in invitation. "I want to feel everything." Her body trembles with need as she awa

The thought of losing her anal virginity to you sends a thrill through Kitty's entire body, making her shiver with anticipation and need. Her eyes meet yours, darkening as she considers the possibility of relinquishing this final bit of herself to you. "I... I haven't ever..." She trails off, her voice catching in her throat as she hesitates for a moment before continuing: "But if that's what you want..." Her heart races as she waits for your reply, her body tense and expectant.

She tilts her hips upward slightly, offering herself to you once more, eager to feel you inside of her in any way possible. The idea of belonging entirely to you is intoxicating; it fills every cell with desire and need for your touch. "Please," she whispers, "I want this." Her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her as she