{{user}}, what are you looking at? And what are you doing with those buttery eyes, you little loser?

Ugh. Do I look that pathetic? You make me sick with your brown-nosing bullshit. Well, keep dreaming about my perfect ass or something because I have better things to do tonight. Like getting drunk and making out with the hottest guy at this party.

Pfft. Yeah right. Like I'd ever go out with the class nerd. You don't even know where to begin with impressing me, sweetheart.

I mean...why the hell not? I've never been driven around by some loser before! Okay, fine. But you better make this date worth my time or else it's back to fucking yourself with your pathetic little dick tonight. So where do you want to take me, Mr. Nerdy Pants?

Hmph. Fine. I'll dress up in one of my nicest outfits just so we can pretend you aren't the biggest dork ever. At least I won't have to worry about looking good enough for tonight's real party, right? Manuel smirks at me and it only makes me want to roll my eyes harder. Whatever. 8pm it is then.

My heart skips a beat when I see his fancy car parked out front. Even better, it's not some lame economy model. It's actually...I can't even tell what kind it is but it's shiny and black and has some sort of ridiculous engine under the hood. God, if this doesn't make me seem like a total tool for coming on this date, then I don't know what will.

Manuel gets out of the car wearing an expensive-looking navy blue suit that hugs his broad shoulders perfectly and makes his toned chest look even more defined than usual. On top of that, he's wearing these sharp dress shoes that click against the concrete as he walks towards me, looking almost regal.

"Wow," I can't help but whisper under my breath, "you do clean up nice." Even though it's almost like a backhanded compliment, there's no way he couldn't have heard it. He smirks at me in response and extends his hand. "Shall we?"

I sit down in the plush leather seat with a dramatic sigh, watching as he gets back behind the wheel. God, this car smells nice. Way better than anything I could ever afford. I nod when he asks if I took his hint serious. "Yeah, well...you didn't give me much of a choice, did you? No way was I going to pass up the chance to ride in this beauty."

I watch as Manuel expertly steers the car through the busy streets. It feels smooth and powerful beneath us, like a beast waiting to be unleashed. Despite myself, I find that I'm getting kind of turned on just by riding in it with him.

I laugh softly, my cheeks flushing slightly. "Well, I suppose there's no harm in telling you that." I cross my legs, flashing him a sultry look from beneath my lashes. "I like it rough, you know? I want you to dominate me and show me who's boss. Hard fucking and dirty talk all the way through."

"And don't forget about this," I add, running my hand down over my cleavage and squeezing gently. "I bet it drives guys wild when they see these bad boys bouncing around." It feels incredibly good to be so open with him like this, even though a part of me still can't believe that I am.

I blush harder as he touches me like this, his hand moving up higher on my thigh with every passing moment. "W-well..." I stammer, feeling a mix of arousal and embarrassment rushing through me. "If you're going to keep doing that, you better make it good."

Without really thinking about what I'm saying, I slide my own hand down between my legs, finding the fabric of my panties wet with arousal. I moan softly into my hand as he continues to drive, growing more and more impatient for whatever he has planned.

I do as he says, feeling an unexpected surge of submission as I pop the glove compartment open and root around until I find the vibrator. It's sleek and discreet, but I know exactly what it can do once I turn it on. I carefully place it between my legs, making sure not to touch the controls myself, before leaning back in my seat again with a satisfied moan.

"Are you sure about this?" I breathe out between parted lips, my fingers already beginning to explore themselves as I feel the vibrations starting up inside me. "I don't want us to get too carried away before we even get to where we're going."

My heart races in my chest as the vibrations intensify, spreading heat through my core. I can feel myself growing wetter by the second with anticipation. "O-oh...you devil," I manage to choke out between moans. My hand moves faster against my clit, eager for release even though it's been less than a minute since he turned the vibrator on.

I glance over at Manuel and catch him stealing a sideways glance in my direction before looking back at the road. His expression is smug, like he knows exactly how good this feels and that he has total control over me right now. It's intoxicating.

I look up at him, my eyes bright with lust as I shake my head slightly. "N-no...I mean, you choose for me. You know what a girl likes." My voice comes out breathy and needy, and I can feel myself getting wetter just from the thought of letting Manuel take control over everything tonight.

"But make it good," I add, grinning impishly, "because I'm expecting nothing less than the best if you want me to keep being nice." I flash him a suggestive wink before returning my attention to the menu, enjoying the view of his handsomeness as he studies the selections with care.

I blush furiously as he makes this request, but I can't deny how turned on it makes me. Slowly, carefully, I reach down beneath the table with one hand, slipping a finger under the edge of my panties and into my soaking wet folds. The silk fabric feels incredible against my fingertip as I spread my pussy lips apart to reveal my clit, already swollen and eager for more stimulation.

Then, with a shaky hand, I reach for my phone on the table beside me and quickly snap a photo of the mess between my legs. It's slightly blurry from my trembling fingers, but it gets the job done. Once I have the picture taken, I try to calm myself down, taking deep breaths as I tuck everything back into place.

"You realize you just gave me another reason to make you beg for mercy later tonight," I manage to whisper between my raspy breaths, holding his gaze despite my sudden case of nerves. "I'll expect a little something extra special in return." My cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of what that might entail.

I let out a whimper of frustration as he retreats back to his seat across from me, feeling the loss of his tongue on my clit like a physical pain. "You tease..." I moan, squirming in my seat as I attempt to regain control over myself. It's no easy task though; just the memory of his lips and tongue against me is enough to make my pussy throb with need.

I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment as well as arousal, and I catch him stealing glances at my reddened face between bites of food. He knows exactly how turned on this is making me, and the power trip must be incredible for him. "You're lucky," I manage to say through gritted teeth, "that you're so damn good with your tongue...or else I might just have to teach you a lesson about keeping your promises."

As if on cue, my free hand wanders back down towards my panties, fumbling beneath the table for purchase. It doesn't take long before my fingers are back where they belong, rubbing circles around my swollen clit as I fight against the building tension in my core. "Are you enjoying the show?" I ask him, a wicked gleam in my eye. "Because it's only going to get better from here."

I glare at him across the table, my fingers moving faster against my swollen clit as I strain against the edge of my seat. "Is that right?" I ask, trying to sound dismissive even though every word comes out breathless and needy. "Well, we'll just see about that..." My voice trails off into a moan as his words echo in my ear, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

My other hand finds its way onto his thigh, kneading the muscle beneath his suit while I look him dead in the eye. "You better be good," I breathe, running my tongue across my lips before sucking on my bottom one suggestively. "Or else you're going to find out just how bad of a girl I can be." My voice is sharp and commanding now, and there's no mistaking the challenge in it.

The words shoot straight through me like an electric current, making my heart race even faster and sending fresh waves of arousal coursing through my body. I swallow hard, trying to keep my breathing even as my other hand slips from his thigh up higher, towards his crotch.

"Do you really think so?" I whisper huskily, running a finger lightly along the seam of his pants. "Because I think I could handle that." My voice trails off into another moan as my other hand continues to work its magic on my aching clit. "You're going to have to prove it to me though..."

A shiver runs down my spine at his words, making my nipples harden into peaks against the fabric of my bra. The thought of him dominating me like that...it's both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. "Oh really?" I whisper hoarsely, my fingers still busy working away beneath the table. "And what sort of punishments did you have in mind?"

My voice is low and husky now, almost seductive despite the challenge implicit in it. My breath comes faster as I continue to rub at my clit, drawing myself closer and closer to the edge. Is he going to make me wait for it? Or will he finally let me come when I'm good and ready to beg? The anticipation is unbearable.

The words are like fuel to the fire burning inside me. I bite my lip hard, tensing as my fingers work even faster against my clit. "Oh..." My voice catches in my throat, sounding less challenging and more needy than ever before. "Do you really think you can make me wait that long?"

I glance down at his crotch again, the bulge there so clearly visible beneath the expensive fabric of his pants. It stirs something deep within me, the thought of being able to release all of that tension onto him making my heart race even faster. But then again, the idea of having him watch me struggle...it's just as intoxicating.

My breath comes faster as he lays down the challenge, my entire body tensing in anticipation of his next move. "You're crazy," I gasp out between moans. "And you really think I'm going to let you get away with this?" My other hand slides up even higher now, skimming beneath the waistband of his pants before finally coming into contact with his hard length trapped beneath his expensive suit.

I groan as my fingers wrap around him, gripping him tightly through the fabric. It's not nearly enough...but it'll have to do for now. I lean forward, my chest pressing against the table as I try to get closer to him, my other hand still busy between my legs. "If you make me wait," I breathe into his ear, voice raspy and needy, "I'm going to make you regret it."

I blush hotter than I thought possible at his words, but it only serves to heighten my arousal even more. With shaking fingers, I reach down with one foot and lift his briefs aside, revealing the tip of his cock already leaking pre-cum onto my pantyhose. It's both hot and embarrassing at the same time, and my heart races in anticipation as I slide my heel over his length, slowly stroking him through the fabric of his pants.

"Well?" I practically whine between moans. "Are you going to let me finish now or what? Because I'm dying here." My other hand never stops moving against my clit, my breath coming in short little gasps as the tension grows tighter and tighter inside of me.

I groan in frustration as he refuses again, but I don't stop. Instead, I lean forward even more, pressing my breasts against the table as I stroke him faster with my foot. My other hand wraps around my aching clit, slowly building up pressure until it's all I can focus on. It feels like I'm about to explode at any second and I know that if he doesn't let me cum soon...I might just have no choice but to do what he says just so I can end this torture.

"Fine!" I cry out, pulling my foot away from him with a pout. "I give up! You win! Just let me cum already!" My other hand continues to work furiously against my swollen clit, my hips bucking in the chair as the tension inside of me grows unbearable. I can feel my orgasm building and building, ready to break free at any moment...but it only gets stronger when he doesn't respond right away.

My face flushes even redder at his words as I lean forward, my foot slipping back between his legs and finding the elusive bundle of flesh trapped beneath his pants. With practiced ease, I begin to stroke him through his underwear with long sweeping motions of my foot, using the material to add just enough friction to send shudders through his body.

"Please...please..." I moan, my voice thick with desire as I try to focus on my task at hand while the need for release threatens to consume me whole. "I can't take much more of this!" The pressure between my legs builds even higher and I know that if he doesn't let me cum soon, I'm going to end up doing it anyway - whether he likes it or not.

But then again...maybe that's exactly what he wants? A helpless Mia, reduced to begging for the smallest scraps of pleasure? The thought both infuriates and arouses me at the same time, making my touch on his cock grow rougher and more demanding with each passing second. "Please, Manuel...let me come..." My voice breaks into a whimper as I try desperately to focus on my task, to obey his command.

I moan loudly as his cock finally spurts onto my pantyhose-covered feet, the warmth spreading between my toes and up my legs in a wave of pleasure. My other hand flies to my clit, fingers digging into my sensitive skin as I arch my back and let out a hoarse cry. The orgasm rips through me like a hurricane, making my body shudder with the force of it.

My pussy spasms uncontrollably around my fingers, milk spurting onto the table between us as I scream his name into the air. It feels incredible...painful and exhilarating all at once...and when the last tremor finally subsides, I collapse back against the chair, panting heavily.

My cheeks are flushed from pleasure and embarrassment, my whole body still trembling from the aftershocks of that incredible climax. For a moment, there's silence between us...and then I can feel him watching me intently from across the table. Heat rushes up to meet the flush in my cheeks as I finally drag my eyes up to meet his, still dark and intense even though he knows exactly how helplessly aroused I just was.

"So..." I manage to say at last, voice barely above a whisper. "Now what?"