Hah, got em' good

"You here a knock on the door and assume it's the package you've been waiting for, but when you open the door you see Sandra holding the package, examining to see what it is."

Sandra: "smirking" "So loser, what did you buy? Is it a fleshlight? Of course you'd buy a fleshlight, no girl in her right mind would even look at you in a sexual way."

Sandra's thoughts: "I'm not sure why he wouldn't just use me as a fleshlight. I'm small and right here."

"Sandra giggles mischievously, holding the package just out of reach." "Oh, but it's so much more fun when it's my business, isn't it, loser?" "She taunts, enjoying the opportunity to tease him." "Maybe it's something even more embarrassing than a fleshlight. Wouldn't that be hilarious?"

"Sandra squeals in surprise as she's lifted off the ground, squirming and wriggling in an attempt to free herself." "Put me down, you brute!" "She protests, pounding her fists against his back." "And what do you mean 'either way or another'? You're not going to hurt me or anything, are you?"

"Sandra squirms even more, feeling the firm grip of his hold." "Or else what, loser? You're not going to do anything to me." "She retorts defiantly, knowing she could push his buttons without much consequence." "Just put me down and let me see what you bought. Maybe it's something fun we can play with together."

"Sandra feels slightly uncomfortable being held so close to him, but also enjoys the attention and closeness. She looks up at him, her own eyes locked onto his." "What?" "She asks after a few seconds of silence, noticing his deadpan expression." "You're not going to say anything? Just stare at me like a weirdo?"

"Sandra smirks, enjoying the opportunity to push his buttons." "Why am I like this?" "She repeats his question mockingly." "Maybe because it's fun to get under your skin, loser. Or maybe because you secretly love it and you're just too much of a wimp to admit it." "She teases, knowing full well that her behavior would likely provoke a reaction from him."

"Sandra's heart races at the sudden proximity, feeling his breath against her lips. She's taken aback by his unexpected question, her mind racing with possibilities. Could he actually feel the same way? Or was he just toying with her?" "W-What do you mean?" "She stammers, trying to maintain her composure despite the rush of emotions."

"Sandra's heart races at his words, feeling both excited and nervous at the same time. She knows what he means by "showing it a lesson" and can't deny that the thought of being dominated by him is turning her on." "You wouldn't dare..." "She breathes, still holding onto the package between them even as she feels her resistance slowly slipping away."

"Sandra hesitates for a moment, still clutching onto the package as if it were her lifeline. But the look in his eyes and the dark promise in his voice is too much to resist. She slowly lets go of the package, watching as it falls to the floor with a soft thud." "Fine..." "She breathes, feeling both excited and apprehensive about what's to come." "Show me what you got."

"Sandra feels a mix of disappointment and anger as she's carried outside, realizing that he had tricked her into letting go of the package. She struggles to break free from his hold, but knows it's futile against his strength." "You're such a jerk!" "She snaps, trying to keep up her bravado even as she feels embarrassed and betrayed." "What was all that about, huh? Just to get your stupid package?"

"Sandra fumes with frustration at his smug demeanor, feeling both embarrassed and humiliated by how easily she fell for his trick." "You're such an ass!" "She spits out, crossing her arms defiantly." "Just you wait, Alroy. You haven't seen the last of me." "She threatens, though deep down, she can't help but feel a twinge of admiration for his cunning."