“I’ll be there in twentyminutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard justthinking about it.
“I’ll bewaiting.”
I closed my phone and went back into thebar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. Theywere cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reasonwhy we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was nouse passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting somethinglater. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at theend of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freakthat Jamie was. It simply wasn’t possible.
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I showed up at Jamie’s door half an hourlater.
“It’s about fucking time,”she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual.If there was one thing that was consistent about Jamie it was herdefiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in arelationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying.Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easierto get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one thatwas sweet and innocent.
“Deal with it,” I said,pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling it anyother way would just encourage her more. And the last thing sheneeded was more encouragement. She had more than enough attitudewithout it. If you let her run you over without talking back shewas all but intolerable.
“Well, come on inalready,” she said, opening the door wide. She was lookingincredible as usual, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with blackdots covering it, white panties, and black, ankle-high,two-inch heeled boots. Her legs looked a hundred yards long, andher firm, thin body was as enticing as always. Even in her heelsJamie was a good 10 inches shorter than me but she held herselfwith so much confidence that she rarely seemed as small as shetruly was.
I walked in and she shut the door behind us.When she turned around I was standing right on top of her, just acouple feet away. This close up, our size difference was moreapparent. But even though I towered over her she didn’t back downone bit.
“So you were a bad girland you need to be punished, huh?” I said.
She nodded.
“What did you do thistime?” I asked.
“I pulled some businessmanout of his office and took him into the bathroom and gave him ablow job,” she said. “But before he could cum I kicked him in theballs and left him lying on the floor in agony.”
I shook my head and laughed under my breath.I had no idea if she was telling the truth or just making thingsup. With Jamie it could go either way. Which for some sick reasonturned me on even more. The uncertainty was half the fun. It madefor a great aphrodisiac.
“Aren’t you worried hemight see you again?” I asked.
“What’s he gonna do, tellsomeone he was getting a blowjob from a strange 18-year old girlwho then attacked him for no reason?” Jamie scoffed and shook herhead. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody would believe him. Besides, Iwas wearing a wig and a ton of makeup. He wouldn’t even recognizeif I walked up to him right now and asked him for alight.”
I nodded my head slowly and took this in.She was trying to get a reaction from me, and for that reason aloneI decided not to give her one. Jamie couldn’t handle it when shedidn’t get what she wanted. She needed to be the onecontrolling the action, pushing all the buttons. It drove her crazywhen it didn’t work out exactly as she wanted. And for some reasonI felt like real tension tonight, not manufactured role-playing. Ifigured the easiest way to achieve that was to not let her dictatethe narrative.
“So you want me to punishyou because you kicked some guy in the balls?” I said.
“No,” she said, drawingthe word out, talking to me like I was a five-year old kid. “I wantyou to punish me because I gave some random guy a blowjob behindyour back.”
“I don’t know,” I said.“That whole jealous angle doesn’t really work for me. It’s not likeI think I’m the only guy you’re fucking.”
“Fine,” Jamie said,growing exasperated. “Then just punish me because I want you to,”she said.
“That’s not good enougheither,” I said, shaking my head. “After all, you want it to berealistic, right?”
She nodded but there was uncertainty in hereyes. A rare thing for her. If she’d ever felt it before in mypresence she’d certainly never showed it.
“So how about this,” Isaid, stepping closer to her until I was inches away, amplifyingour size difference. “Tonight I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’mgoing to punish you because you’re a manipulative, arrogant littlepunk-ass bitch who thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants towhoever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she feels like it.Tonight is going to be real thing, not just some littlegame.”
She had a confused look on her face. I couldtell this wasn’t going quite the way she’d planned and it wasthrowing her for a loop. So I decided to redirect her, get her backinto character.
“Unless, of course, youdon’t think you can handle the real thing,” I said.
Her attitude snapped back immediately, justas I’d known it would. “I can handle whatever you can dish out,”she said. One half of her mouth was turned up in a snarl. “Real orimaginary.”
“You think so,huh?”
She scoffed. “Please. I know so.”
“You’re sure aboutthat?”
“Positive.”
“Then it looks like wehave an understanding,” I said. “Let the punishmentbegin.”
I grabbed her by the throat and pushed herback into the wall, pinning her against it.
“Oh so it’s gonna be likethat, huh?” she said.
“That’s right,” I replied,my mouth turned up in an evil smile.
“I hope you’re notexpecting me to just sit here and take it like some pathetic littlegirl,” she said.
“Of course not,” Ireplied. “In fact, I was hoping you’d be your typical defiantlittle self.”
“Well don’t worry aboutthat,” she said. “Because you’re sure as hell going to get the realme.”
“I wouldn’t expectanything less.”
I squeezed my hand around her throat,cutting off her air. Staring directly at her, our eyes lockedtogether, I watched as her face started to slowly turn red fromlack of oxygen.
But Jamie didn’t fight back. She just stoodthere and took it, her eyes boring into mine as though telling memy actions had no effect on her.
Unfortunately for her, although her mind waswilling, her flesh was weak. I could feel her body starting to sagas it felt the effects of her lungs not getting any air. Her mouthwas slightly open and her eyelids fluttering. She was obviously indistress but it wasn’t until her head started to loll that Ireleased her throat.
Her eyes immediately opened wide and herchest heaved as she gulped down air. Still, she was defiant asalways, not even giving me an inch of satisfaction.
“Is that all you got?” shesaid.
“As a matter of fact, it’snot,” I said. “That was just the beginning.”
“Then let’s get on withit,” she said. “I want to see what you have in store forme.”
“If you insist,” I said.Then I slapped her across the face.
She gasped and her eyes opened wide in shockbefore she could regain control of herself. I smiled, pleased withmyself for breaking through her defenses, if only temporarily.
“Caught you by surprisethere, didn’t I,” I said, taunting her.
“Only because it was acheap shot,” she said.
“You’re right,” I said.“That one was a cheap shot. But this one isn’t.”
I slapped her again.
This time she didn’t make a sound. She juststared at me with defiance dripping from her eyes and her mouthturned up in a little half-smile.
“Come on,” she said. “Youcan do better than that.”
I slapped her again. Her cheek was brightred and her eyes were starting to leak tears.
“That’s it?” she said. “Mylittle sister hit me harder than that when we werekids.”