you don't own me

Andrea opened up the pizza box for the submissive, smirking a bit at her reply. “Really, the only reason? I’m halfway curious to know what you’d have done if I didn’t have pizza to give you.”

Anna took a piece of pizza while she mulled over what she would have done. “Well I’d have come up with some kind of witty dig at whatever else you’d have said to me that wasn’t an offer of food or just given you my signature bitch face.” She told him with a hint of a smile.

“Never, huh?“ He adjusted his grip on her, pulling her more firmly against him as they had almost made it to the entrance and another patron had swerved towards them. “And you’re not the type to give your submission are you. Instead it’s the prize for the winner. I bet you look pretty covered in bruises. And begging.” As they stepped through the door, he paused, just out of the way. “Time to make a choice. Now.”

Anna processed what he had just said to her with an interested quirk of her eyebrow. “You know you’re not nearly as square as you look.” She told him in something that was closer to her usual purr than anything else that she had managed so far. “I guess today is your lucky day, because I’m going to let you scene with me.”

tropic: what is your least favourite thing about your appearance?

god when you look like me it’s so hard to choose just one thing, but i guess it would have to be either my tits or my hair. you know it’s said that men weep when they think about the way i look when i flick my curls off my shoulders and they see my tits in all their glory.

aquamarine: describe your dream date.

truthfully i’d like to go to some crappy bar, get drunk and then just play pool. i love when people are just normal about the whole thing, restaurants and movies are stuffy and boring. i want something that has something exciting attached, lets get into a bar fight and then fuck to celebrate our victory or something. give me something to remember,

hurricane: describe a strange habit of yours.

that i continue to believe that the people at the office are going to actually eat anything except soup and salad.

fog: describe where you think you’ll be in five years.

 breaking a story that will have the entire country shaking in it’s boots while wearing the most fashionable heels you can imagine with perfect hair as always. living in my own mansion with lovers to attend to my every need.

maybe with a dominant of my own..

shells: would you prefer to be a vampire or a werewolf?

a vampire of course, i’m already known for prowling the streets at night in black leather and draining the souls of the men and women who attempt to date me. why not add to that wonderful aesthetic by actually draining them of their blood while remaining young and beautiful forever. i would be doing the world a public service by keeping this boobs around for eternity.

  storm: do you like piercings and tattoos? Why or why not?

depends entirely on the piercing or tattoo, i myself have my ears pierced and several tattoos all of which i think are gorgeous.. however i’m forever grateful i am to my senses and removed the belly button piercing i got when i was fourteen that thing was one of my few poor choices aesthetically

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Martina didn’t appreciate being played as a fool.  “I bet kneeling and following orders work wonders for combating these ‘head rushes’,” she replied sharply.  “Do you have a Dominant or shall I make an appointment at the brothel for you?”

Anna cringed at the woman seeing through her transparency, the brunette wished for the millionth time that Nero hadn’t left town. His presence had been so very convenient for these kinds of situations. “Brothel.” She muttered though the tips of her cheeks were flushed with something that looked suspiciously like a blush. 

“Yeah, but you’re too out of it to even be a good liar so I guess that makes you a fool.” He navigated her carefully between the tables and towards the exit, relieved that she was at least semi walking. “Call me crazy, but I prefer a sub who isn’t comatose during sex.”

“I’m always a good liar.” Anna grumbled, brushing her hair off her shoulders as best she could as she tried to make herself look somewhat in control of her own limbs. “I never sub when I’m not fucking.” The curly haired brunette told him quite honestly, which was out of character for her. She usually never gave out personal information.

Martina placed her hand gently on the submissive’s shoulder to keep her lying down for the moment.  “A head rush?” Martina repeated, the scepticism clear in her tone.  “Do you often pass out with a head rush?”

“Not.. not that regularly.” Anna responded, sliding herself up as best she could and leaning against a table. “I work a lot of long days, so occasionally I just get overtired.” The brunette kept her comments vague so that she wasn’t all together lying.