FYOP/Hollywood Hardware/0028
Janelle walks with you back to your place. It's a small apartment, but it's clean and well-kept.
"So, this is where I live," you say, throwing your jacket on a chair. "Make yourself at home."
"Oh, I will," she says, sashaying over to the couch and making herself comfortable. "Hey, nice video game shelf. That's cute, in a nerdy kinda way.”
"I'm not that nerdy," you protest, trying not to stare at her cleavage. "I—I bought these games for you, I swear. You know, see if your AI makes you extra good at them."
"Mmmm, I think you're full of shit," she purrs, running her hands up your chest. "But I'll let y'all off the hook this time."
She kisses you then, and it quickly turns heated. Her hands are everywhere, and before you know it, she's leading you into your own bedroom.
"Now, boo," she says, pushing you onto the bed. "You're gonna do exactly what I say, when I say it. You got that?"
"Yes, Janelle," you gasp out, as she starts to kiss her way down your stomach.
"Good boy," she purrs, and then she proceeds to fuck your brains out.
The End