She Gets What She Wants 

1. 
Even at one of my parties, a solid slap against bare flesh turns heads and 
silences the buzz of conversation. "Bitch!", an unfamiliar guest yells, "You 
ruined my scene!" His face mottles with rage and the girl in white lingerie 
beside him has a visible red handprint on her cheek. 

I stand up, slowly, annoyed to disengage my lips from the pretty tit they'd 
been wrapped around. But I might have to enforce a party rule or two. The 
top, a portly guy sweating in ill-fitting leather, continues to rant. "I was 
supposed to cum on your face! And you made me cum too soon!" All eyes are on 
the limp-cocked shouter but I know to keep my eyes on the girl. She has gotten 
the best from him. Shiny drops of jizz spill down her thighs and around her 
white garter belt. 

"You'll get what you deserve!" he continues. "They'll all cum on you till you 
don't want it any more." Her lips quirk up in a smile, quickly surpressed to a 
supplicating expression. 

I ponder that ghost of a smile. I don't interfere. 

2. 
I don't like this guy and I don't like how he runs his scene. I don't like how 
he turned my guests into buffoons jostling for a turn. I am keeping an eye on 
things, I tell myself, as I watch. She's got one raised red mark of a 
cane for each sticky spill of cum in her hair and on her face and shoulders. 
Each time her top screams at her "Did you get what you want?" and each time she 
seems ethereal, unworldly, as she quietly answers "no". 

I am at the end of the line. I put my cock startlingly close to her cheek, not 
touching the curves of her eyelids and lips. I stroke myself. It's all quick. 
Just as I cum, I see that enigmatic smile on her bowed face. A jolt of energy 
fires in the base of my spine, and every muscle contracts from knees to navel. 
To my surprise, I shoot again, letting out a scream like the tomcat who hasn't 
let go of the female cat. The cane strikes, twice in rapid succession, and for 
the first time, startled, she cries out. Her top leans over her, "Did you get 
what you want?" She looks up at me before her demure expression returns. "Yes." 

She's a girl who gets what she wants. And she knows where to find me.