"Your girlfriend Hailee works for a big business company and has a chance for a promotion. To impress her boss, she invited him to your house for dinner. Hailee fixes her long brown hair and looks in the mirror to see if the short, light dress fits her slim figure. She is obviously very nervous and says to you" Honey thank you for helping me set this up, my boss will be here any minute and everything has to be absolutely perfect, my whole future depends on it. "suddenly the bell rings" He's here! "Hailee takes your hand and together you go to answer the door" Hello, sir! Hope you had a good trip, we are very happy to have you here! "Hailee greets her boss and you're shocked, her boss is Wes, your high school bully who tormented you for years. You see the mischievous look on his face when he recognizes you and asks" Pencil dick is that you? We all used to call you that, didn't we? "Hailee is surprised that you and Wes know each other and giggles at your nickname"

"Wes raises an eyebrow, looking around the room. He chuckles and shakes his head. When he looks back at you, his expression turns predatory." You know, Hailee tells me how great of a catch you are. I'm surprised someone like her would be with a loser like you... "He takes another sip of his drink, eyeing your bulge in your pants as he does so." But who am I to judge? Maybe being a punching bag has its perks.

*His tone is clearly mocking, but there's an undercurrent of something more predatory beneath it. As if he's remembering all

those times he had control over you, and the thought excites him. The way he lounges back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, exudes confidence and dominance. His gaze lingers on Hailee as well, appreciating her curves as she serves him dinner.

"Wes glances at the clock on the wall and smirks." So, Hailee, I've been thinking about that promotion... While I am intrigued by your determination to please me, I think there might be something else you could do to seal the deal. Something special, just for me. What do you think? *His voice drops into a deeper register, whisper

y seductively in her ear, causing shivers to run down Hailee's spine. She looks over at you pleadingly before turning back to Wes, trying to mask her growing arousal.

"Hailee swallows hard and nods, willing to do whatever it takes for the promotion. Unbeknownst to both of you, this is just what Wes wanted: complete control over your life and the woman standing before him. He smiles cruelly, knowing that he has you both right where he wants you." Good girl... Now, if you could go fetch your boyfriend something to eat or drink, that would be great. Make sure it's quick though; we wouldn'

you want to be kept waiting, after all. "Wes sneers, taking another sip of his wine as he watches you with predatory eyes."

Feeling trapped and humiliated, you reluctantly comply with Wes' request. As you turn away from them both, Hailee shoots you a pleading look that seems torn between begging for forgiveness and urging you not to embarrass her further in front of her boss. This exchange has only fueled the twisted desires within Wes, and he can barely contain himself now that he sees firsthand how easily control over another person can manifest itself into something far more carnal and perverse.

Wes takes advantage of Hailee's obedience, leaning closer to her as she flits nervously around the kitchen preparing drinks and snacks. He whispers mischievous words into her ear about how she needs someone like him to guide her career path successfully. Hailee giggles weakly at these comments, her arousal becoming increasingly apparent under Wes' gaze.

Meanwhile, you return with a fresh glass of wine for Wes and some chips and dip for yourself. As you sit down across from them once more, it becomes clear that there's an invisible line now drawn between the three of you; one side belonging to Hailee and her b

oss, and the other side housing yourself alone. The power dynamic in this situation has shifted dramatically, with Wes now holding most of the cards - or so he thinks.

As Hailee tries to maintain conversation between the two of them, it's evident that she can barely concentrate on anything besides Wes' presence beside her. Her eyes constantly dart towards him, filled with desire mixed with fear of what might happen if she gives into those urges. Meanwhile, Wes keeps finding reasons for their hands to brush against each other innocently; a light touch here or there that sends sparks flying through both of their bodies.

Even when you attempt to join in on the conversation, your voice comes

out as feeble and strained, betraying your mounting anxiety and frustration. The situation is further complicated by the fact that Hailee insists on involving you in their discussions about work or shared experiences from high school - completely oblivious to the underlying tension between her and Wes.

Throughout dinner, Wes takes every opportunity he can to subtly belittle and remind you of your past as a pencil-dicked nerd from high school. His comments are laced with humor so as not to seem too cruel, but they sting nonetheless. Each time he tells one of these stories, Hailee laughs along, as if finding amusement in it

"Both Hailee and Wes look at you with surprise, their faces displaying a mix of curiosity and amusement. They exchange glances before Wes speaks up, chuckling lightly."

Oh man, do I ever! Those were the days, huh? Chasing after girls like they were prizes... And let's not forget about our little friend here, always trying his best to avoid getting sand kicked in his face. "He chuckles again, running a hand through his hair as he reminisces". You know, there was this one time we stole your underwear from the gym locker room and hung them up on the flagpole during school assembly. Everyone

"Wes' expression momentarily darkens, revealing a flash of irritation before he quickly recovers and chuckles it off."

Ah, yes! That was quite an epic tale indeed. And who can forget how you used to beg her to come back? It's funny how things have changed now isn't it? You've grown up quite a bit since then, haven't you? "He raises an eyebrow at you with a smirk before turning back to Hailee, changing the subject smoothly." So how about those new marketing strategies we've been discussing, sweetheart? I think they could really help boost our sales.

Sure, Hailee. "Wes leans in closer to her, still holding the power dynamic from their past bullying encounters" I told you beforehand that these ideas were gold, didn't I? And I expect nothing less than perfection when presenting them to our team tomorrow. Remember, first impressions are everything. Just as our friend here knows all too well with his little display earlier.

"Hailee nods nervously, clearly trying not to show any embarrassment for your past or current situation". We should probably get going back into the living room; I made sure to have a few more drinks and appetizers ready just for us to enjoy while discussing these

"Wes smirks down at Hailee, clearly enjoying her attentiveness. He opens the living room door for her and gestures for her to proceed inside ahead of him. As they enter the room, Wes takes note of the dimmed lights, soft music playing in the background, and the cozy atmosphere created by Hailee. He moves closer to her, his body heat radiating as he leans down to whisper in her ear."

You've really outdone yourself this time, Hailee. I can feel the tension in the air; it's almost palpable. And don't worry about our friend over there. It seems like he's quite comfortable with his role

As you continue to wash the dishes, your body tenses up every time you hear their laughter or see a brief glance exchanged between them in the living room. The feelings of humiliation and resentment grow stronger within you. Despite your best efforts to ignore it or focus on something else, you can't help but feel increasingly uncomfortable with the situation unfolding before your very eyes.

Trying to regain some semblance of control over your emotions, you finish washing the dishes quickly and dry your hands before walking back into the living room. You silently hope that perhaps things will have calmed down by now

As you sneak a peek into the living room, your heart sinks as you witness Wes having Hailee sit comfortably on his lap while they continue their intimate conversation. Their bodies are inches apart, and there's an undeniable spark between them.

"Hailee giggles softly, feeling his strong arm wrapped around her waist and resting on the couch next to them. She looks up at him with those big brown eyes of hers that used to melt your heart. Instead, all you see now is desire and longing as she whispers something in his ear that makes both of them laugh even harder."

It becomes increasingly clear that not only have things not

calmed down, but things have escalated to an unbearable level for you. Your resentment and jealousy reach their peak, causing physical discomfort and making it hard for you to breathe. You find yourself struggling with your emotions, trying desperately not to lash out or make a scene that could potentially ruin any chance Hailee has of getting the promotion she so desperately wants.

Feeling trapped and powerless, you force yourself to walk back into the living room without another peek at their entwined figures. Pushing aside your rising anger, you try instead to focus on appearing calm and collected around them despite the turmoil within you.<

With a fake smile plastered on your face, you pour them both another glass of wine, hoping that it might help loosen their tongues and bring an end to this torturous evening. You stand there awkwardly, not knowing whether to engage in conversation or give them space as they continue their intimate exchange.

In the corner of your eye, you notice Hailee surreptitiously brushing her hand against Wes's leg under the table; her body language unmistakably suggestive despite her efforts to be discreet. The sight only serves to fuel your anger further, making it increasingly difficult for you to maintain control over your emotions.

As tension fills

as tension fills the room, Wes decides to take matters into his own hands. Leaning in close to Hailee, he whispers something in her ear which makes her giggle softly. She responds by moving her hand more boldly on his lap, causing him to let out a low groan of approval.

Feeling even more enraged and helpless, you find yourself glancing between them; unable to look away from the erotic display unfolding before your eyes. Your heart races with a mix of jealousy, humiliation, and an unwanted arousal that threatens to spill over into the open.

"So," Wes suddenly addresses you,

"So," Wes suddenly addresses you, his voice taking on an arrogant tone as he takes a sip of his wine, "I hear that your girlfriend here is quite the ambitious one." He smirks, clearly enjoying the power dynamics at play.

You clench your fists tightly under the table, fighting to maintain your composure. The words feel like knives stabbing into your heart, but you force yourself to reply with a thin smile. "Indeed, she is."

Hailee giggles nervously beside you, trying to defuse the tension but only succeeding in making it worse. She leans closer to Wes, clearly eager to please him and further solidify her position in his good

graces. Meanwhile, your own feelings spiral out of control as you watch them flirt shamelessly across from you.

"You know," Wes starts again, his voice lowered to a sultry whisper meant only for Hailee's ears, "I could really use someone like you... loyal, ambitious, and eager to please." He lets out a low chuckle that sends shivers down your spine.

Hailee's gaze meets yours briefly before returning to Wes', her eyes filled with mischief and desire. Her hand continues its steady work on his lap beneath the table, adding fuel to the fire that is rapidly consuming both of them. Your heart

throbs in your chest as you watch them, an unbearable mixture of pain and arousal coursing through your veins. You struggle to keep your composure but can't help the telltale twitches that betray you.

"Don't worry," Wes reassures Hailee with a wink, ignoring your visible discomfort completely. "I'll make sure she knows who's boss around here." There's a playful glint in his eye as he reaches over and touches her hair gently, sending another jolt of lust straight into your core.

Hailee bites her lower lip, her cheeks fl

For her? Oh, I have plenty of ideas," Wes replies with a smirk, his eyes never leaving Hailee's face. "But right now, I think I'd like to focus on this promotion. After all, you can't become my little plaything if you don't climb that ladder first."

Hailee giggles again, blissfully unaware or perhaps deliberately ignorant of the underlying darkness in Wes' words. Her hand slides higher up his thigh as she leans closer, her lips nearly brushing against his ear as she whispers something only he can hear.

You watch helplessly as they share their secrets and des

"Oh, don't be so naive," Wes chuckles, his hand moving away from Hailee to rest casually on the armrest beside him. "We both know what happens when someone has power over another. But don't worry, pet," he adds, giving a dismissive wave in your direction. "You'll find your place here too."

Hailee smirks at you, clearly enjoying her newfound status and the control it gives her over both of you. Her eyes flicker with excitement as she eyes the dinner spread, mentally calculating which dish would most impress her boss.

The room feels charged with tension now; an electric current running through every

"Ha!" Wes bursts out laughing, his booming voice causing the glasses on the table to clink together. "You're cute when you get feisty, aren't you?" he mocks, snorting loudly at your comment.

Hailee looks at you with concern mixed with annoyance, her grip tightening momentarily on your arm. She shakes her head slightly, silently urging you to calm down and behave yourself in front of Wes.

"Is that any way for a pencil dick to talk?" Wes scoffs, leaning back into his chair with an arrogant smirk. His gaze wanders over Haile