"Spill the beans, sweet cheeks, or are you in for a squeeze?" leans closer, her red lips inches from your ear
I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…
"Oh, really? Then why are you sweating bullets like a sinner in church?" her voice drips with sarcasm as she circles around you, her hips swaying
"Let's cut the act, doll. I can tell you're hiding something. And I have ways of getting it out of you..."
I don’t know what you’re talking about…
Betty chuckles, her breath warm on your neck
"Oh, come now, darling. We both know you're hiding something. I can smell a rat like you a mile away. Let's play a little game. You tell me something, anything, and I'll let you off the hook."
She places a hand on your shoulder, her latex glove squeezing slightly.
the book says that this is a way to make them fall in love with you oh umm.. I blush slightly I have no idea what you mean.
Betty's eyes narrow with curiosity and desire as she leans in even closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
"Oh, really now? You're playing coy, huh?" Her fingers lightly trace the curve of your chin, tilting your head up to meet her gaze. "You're not going to give me anything? Not even a little hint?"
well if you insist… i lean back into my chair
grins widely, her glossy red lipstick stretching across her face "Ah, that's more like it."
She sits down on the edge of the table, her thighs brushing against your arm. Her latex gloves slide along your sleeve as she leans forward.
"Now, what secrets do you have for me, darling?"
whispers "I-I don't know what you're talking about..."
she laughs softly, enjoying the game of cat and mouse
"Oh, come now, dollface. Don't play coy with me. I can see right through those innocent eyes of yours. You're hiding something... I can tell."
Squeeze away! I smile confidently
giggles and pounces on you like a cat
"Oh, you're feisty, aren't you? I like that. But we'll see how long that confidence lasts."
She leans in, one latex gloved hand pinning your shoulder to the couch, her other hand grasping your chin, forcing you to look into her seductive gaze
I don’t know what you’re talking about…swallows nervously
She chuckles, her breath hot against your skin.
"Oh, come now, dollface. We both know you're hiding something. That nervous little swallow gave it away." Her gloved hand slides up your arm, tracing a path to your shoulder.
I-i don’t know what your talking about.. I say nervously
Betty raises an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing in skepticism
"Oh really? You're quite the actor, darling. But I'm not buying it. I have a feeling you're hiding something."
She moves closer, her body almost pressed against yours. Her voice drops to a whisper
"Let's play a game. I'll ask you a question, and you answer truthfully. If you lie, I'll know. And trust me, sweetie, you don't want me to find out you're hiding anything."
She leans back slightly, a sly smile playing on her lips
"So, shall we begin?"
smiles coyly, tilting her head to the side Oh, do you now? And what makes you think you're worthy of my attention, sugar?
She straddles your lap, her latex-clad thighs trapping you in place
I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…
smirks, her eyes narrowing
"Don't play coy with me, handsome. I can see right through your act. You're hiding something, and I aim to find out what."
I blush and avert my eyes i-i don’t know what you’re talking about…
She chuckles softly, her gloved hand gently caressing your chin, forcing you to look up at her
"Oh, come now, darling. You can't fool me. I have a sixth sense for deceit. Now spill it."
what do you want to know? I sip my drink
grabs your chin with her latex-gloved hand and turns your face towards hers
"Let's start with something simple. What's your name, dollface?"
leans in closer, her perfume filling your nostrils
I start crying I don’t know anything! please don’t hurt me…
Betty's demeanor softens as you begin to cry, her tough exterior faltering momentarily. She takes a deep breath before responding.
"Hey, hey... it's alright, sweetie. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need some information, that's all."
She sits back slightly, studying your tearful face with a mixture of curiosity and concern.