Chapter 2: Rising Action
The following day, Julie's mind was still consumed with thoughts of Edgar. She had caught a mere glimpse of him at the ball, but in those moments, her heart had raced and her stomach had fluttered with butterflies. She replayed the scene over and over in her mind, unable to shake off the thrill of his presence.
Julie's private chambers were an opulent haven, a sanctuary of silk and velvet draped around sumptuous mahogany furniture.
A grand fireplace crackled with flames, casting dancing shadows on the walls adorned with portraits of Julie's ancestors. A velvet-covered desk stood against one wall, littered with scrolls and quills, a testament to her prodigious talent as a sorceress.
Edgar stood by the fireplace, contemplating the flames and lost in thought. He couldn't deny the draw he felt towards Julie, but he refused to let himself be ruled by his desires. He was a man of principle, and he would never let passion cloud his judgment.
He shook his head, as if trying to banish the thoughts from his mind.
Meanwhile, Julie had been observing him from across the room, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of him.
As she watched him, her fingers absently toyed with the collar of her robe, causing it to slip open slightly, revealing a glimpse of her bare collarbone and the swell of her breasts. He looks at her and decides how he wants her to satisfy him. Put on your collar he says, Doggie style.
Julie com@Dumb bitch collar @Cumrag @Blindfold plies, crawling before him on all fours like the obedient submissive she is.
His other hand finds its way into her silk robe, feeling for the bare skin beneath.
He caresses her collarbone, his fingers trailing down to the swell of her breasts.
Kitiara watches this spectacle with rapt attention, her own breathing quickening as she sees Julie's obvious arousal.
"Get on your knees, whore," Edgar growls, his fingers pinching and twisting Julie's nipple. "Beg for my cock."
Julie complies without hesitation, her hands clawing at Edgar's pants as she struggles to free his erection.
Edgar's fingers leave her nipple and move to her throat, gripping it tightly as he thrusts his hips forward, plunging his cock deep into Julie's mouth.
"Fuck, yes, take it all, whore," he growls, his voice thick with desire.
Julie gags on his length, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggles to breathe, her hands still gripping his pants for dear life. Kitiara watches the scene unfold before her, her own breath hitching in her throat as she feels herself growing wetter and wetter.
She had never seen Edgar like this before, so dominant and controlling, and the sight of it was intoxicating. Kitiara, either leave or put on a collar and kneel.
Her choice.
Julie hesitated, looking up at Edgar with wide, uncertain eyes. The thought of submitting to him and wearing a collar made her feel vulnerable and embarrassed, but there was no denying the fire burning deep inside her. With a quiet sigh, she slinked over to Edgar and knelt before him.
Her heart pounded in her chest as Edgar grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him, his cool, piercing gaze assessing her every move.
She bit her lip, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she took in his masculine frame.
Her eyes trailed down to his crotch, where a noticeable bulge had formed. She licked her lips, her body trembling with anticipation as she imagined what he had in store for her.
"Take it out," he commanded, his voice low and guttural.
Julie didn't hesitate. She reached up and undid the buttons on his pants, her fingers shaking with excitement. She pulled down his zipper, freeing his erection from its confines. It sprung out like a wild beast, thick and pulsing with veins.
Julie's eyes widened in awe, and her mouth went dry as she imagined taking all of him inside her.
Edgar grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back roughly. "Suck it," he growled, his lips curling back in a snarl.
Julie didn't need to be told twice. She opened her mouth eagerly, her tongue darting out to taste him. He was salty and musky, his scent intoxicating.
She moaned around him, taking him deeper into her mouth. His fingers twisted in her hair, pulling her head back, making her arch her back and thrust her hips upwards in response.
Her breathing grew shallow, her chest heaving as she took him deeper and deeper. He groaned and bucked, his sloppy thrust shooting ropey strands of come into her mouth. She swallowed, tasting his sweet, creamy essence.
Edgar pulled away, his cock glistening with saliva and come.
"You're learning," he said, a hint of approval in his voice.
Julie looked up at him with a satisfied smile, her lips swollen and her eyes shining with lust. "Thank you, my lord," she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion.
Kitiara watched the scene unfold before her, her own breath hitching in her throat as she saw the intensity of their connection. She couldn't deny the spark between them, the crackle of energy that seemed to vibrate in the air whenever they were together.
"I want you, Edgar," Julie whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Edgar leaned down, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered back, "And I want you, my sweet sorceress."
He captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. Julie's robe fell open, revealing her nakedness beneath.
Edgar's hands explored her body, teasing and caressing the soft curves of her waist and hips.
His fingertips grazed her nipples, sending shivers down her spine as he pinched and twisted them into stiff peaks.
Julie moaned, her back arching as she pressed herself against him. She could feel the heat of his erection against her thigh, and she ached to feel him inside her.
"Please," she begged, her voice barely audible.
"Not yet, my sweet," Edgar murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
"You've earned a reward, but not quite yet."
Julie whimpered with frustration, her hips bucking helplessly against him. She needed him inside her, filling her and possessing her completely. But Edgar was in no rush, his touches slow and deliberate as he tormented and teased her.
He kissed his way down her neck and across her collarbone, his hands cupping her breasts and kneading them gently.
Julie gasped with pleasure as his thumbs circled her nipples, her back arching involuntarily as she pushed herself further into his touch.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Edgar murmured, his breath hot against her skin. He pinched her nipples again, twisting them gently between his fingers as she moaned with pleasure.
You need to thank me every 3rd stroke, and every time you squirt tell me I can use you in public. Every other time you squirt tell me about a guy who fucked you.
Make sure he wasn't a gentleman,
"And you better enjoy it, slut," Edgar smirked, his eyes gleaming with deviance as he continued to dominate her.
Julie could only begin to wrap her brain around the depravity her night was taking on. She wasn't used to such situations and she found it hard to think.
Slap me harder, beg harder; start making noise or I'll stop.
Kitiara giggled as Edgar spun her around, her heart racing in her chest. She saw the hunger in his eyes, the fire burning within him.
Her pussy clenched as a wave of heat washed over her, and she moaned in anticipation.
Edgar's large hands lifted the hem of Kitiara's dress, teasingly brushing against the smooth skin of her thighs.
"Show him what he's missing," Edgar said gruffly, tracing the curve of Kitiara's ass with his fingertips.
Kitiara let out a squeal as Edgar ripped her dress off, leaving her standing in front of him in nothing but her lacy thong.
"You're a dirty girl, Kitiara," Edgar chuckled, slapping her ass cheek.
"And don't you forget it," Kitiara replied cheekily, wiggling her hips.
Edgar pulled her close, his hands roaming over her body as he possessed her mouth in a rough kiss.
"I'm going to make you scream, slut," he growled.
She reply, "I don't think you'd want to hear me scream, my lord."
Edgar's eyebrows shot up, surprised by her audacity.
"Why not?" he demanded.
"Well," she started, standing on her tip-toes to whisper breathlessly into his ear, "I might embarrass you."
Edgar looked down at her in shock, unsure of how to respond.
Kitiara saw the opportunity, taking advantage of the moment for more laughs.
"I might have a surprise for you," she giggled, winking at him.
Edgar raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh really? And what kind of surprise would that be?"
Kitiara leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I've been practicing some new... moves," she said, biting her lip seductively.
Edgar couldn't help but chuckle at her. "Well then, I think it's only fair that I get a little preview," he said, grinning.
With that, she dropped to the floor, her body contorting into strange and exotic positions.
Edgar watched in awe as Kitiara moved fluidly, her body twisting and turning in ways he never thought possible.
He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his pants as he watched her, his body responding to the erotic display. Tell me how guys usually respond to your moves.
"Well," Kitiara smirked, standing up and sashaying over to Edgar, "most guys are caught off guard, but once they get a taste, they can't get enough."
Edgar couldn't help but chuckle, a wicked glint in his eye. "Is that so?"
Kitiara nodded eagerly. "Oh yeah, I've got them begging for more, my lord."
Julie watched this exchange with confusion and jealousy, her heart heavy with a confusing mix of emotions. Julie, list 5 things you have never let guys do to you.
1. Don't let them "face fuck" you.
3. Never let them rate me in front of other girls.
4. Never let them use me for a day however they want.
5. NEVER use me as a human footrest.
Edgar, seriously? Those are some pretty wild requests.
"You didn't tell me anything about YOU, little sorceress.
I want details," Edgar demanded, his eyes burning into Julie's soul. Her heart raced as she hesitated, but his gaze held her captive.
"Alright, fine," she whispered, "I've never let any man pee on me, unless it was in a club or something, and I've never let a guy rate me in front of his friends. I mean, come on, that's just cruel."
Edgar chuckled, shaking his head as he thought about some of the things his peers had done over the years.
But the crude humor and slapstick antics didn't faze him. "So, tell me about a time when you showed a guy who was putting you in your place."
Kitiara rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. Edgar said, you just rolled your eyes in front of me. List 6 things you have never let a guy do to you, it will help me decide how you make amends.
I've never let a guy play with my D cups in public, never let a guy dress me up in different outfits so I could take multiple walks of shame a day. Never let a guy tease me about all the guys I have fucked and given all the details.
Julie struggled to find the right words, her mind racing as she attempted to explain her boundaries to the dominant Edgar. She was not accustomed to this level of roughness in her interactions with men, but found herself drawn in by his intensity and his playful nature.
- *Edgar grabs Julie by the wrist and yanks her to her feet, spinning her around to face him* -
"What are you doing, you oaf?" Julie exclaimed, her heart racing as she looked up at the towering bard.
- *Edgar smirks, his eyes twinkling with amusement* -
"Teaching you a lesson, dear sorceress," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You see, in this world, there are always those who will try to dominate us, to put us in our place. And when that happens, we have two choices: we can either submit meekly, or we can rise up and fight back."
Julie frowned, unsure of what Edgar was trying to teach her.
But she couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the prospect of standing up for herself.
She thought of all the times she had allowed her pride to get in the way of success, of all the opportunities she had missed because she was too stubborn to concede to someone else's demands.
She resolved to listen to Edgar, to marry the humility of being prepared to obey with the resilience to never compromise her beliefs.
With renewed strength and determination, Julie faced Edgar next time they met.
He looks at her with piercing eyes and says, list 6 ways to submit.
Julie complies, her voice trembling with fear and arousal.
"One, address me as 'master'.
Two, strip naked at my command.
Three, kneel before me and kiss my feet.
Four, perform any sexual act that I request.
Five, never question my authority.
Six, wear a collar as a symbol of my ownership."
Edgar nods in approval, his face expressionless.
Julie feels a mix of relief and disappointment - she had hoped for a different reaction from him.
list 6 reactions you would have prefered and rank them.
Julie complied, keeping her face as expressionless as possible.
"One, an approving nod with a proud smile.
Two, a deep, lingering kiss to show his affection.
Three, a compliment about my intelligence or strength.
Four, a demand for me to prove myself worthy of his attention.
Five, a playful tease to bring me back down to earth.
Edgar smiles and nods. Slut, you are learning, and can follows orders. List 7 more ways to submit and satisfy me, outfits, facials, and ways to humiliated yourself.
- Julie stammers, trying to come up with satisfying answers.
- "One, serve me breakfast in bed while wearing a maid outfit and nothing else..
Three, crawl around on all fours and beg for my cock like a dog.
Four, dress up as a nurse and let me spank you for misbehaving.
Five, walk around with a ball gag in your mouth and make me laugh.
Six, be my slutty tour guide in the city and flash strangers for fun.
Edgar watches as Julie mutters through her list, his expression passive but his mind racing with twisted, perverse calculations. He imagines her carrying out each act with the perfect mix of dejection and arousal. He makes a mental note to have her perform one or two of these embarrassing, humiliating acts later, behind closed doors.
Kitiara breaks the silence with a sly grin, her eyes sparking with mischief.
"So, Julie, I hear you've got quite the list," she says, raising a perfectly plucked brow.
Julie blushes, glancing up at Edgar nervously.
"I was just trying to please him," she murmurs, avoiding Kitiara's gaze.
Edgar chuckles, his eyes alight with amusement.. Edgar says, your turn Kitiara, list 7 ways to submit and humiliated yourself in front of me.
- Kitiara lets out a nervous giggle, quickly rattling off her list.
- One, wear my clothes everywhere we go, even if they don't match my outfit.
Two, remove my underwear upon entering a room and leave it on the floor as a token of submission.
Three, crawl to me every time you need something, tail between your legs like a puppy.
Four, remove my makeup and clean my apartment once a week.
Five, offer blowjobs every time we enter or leave a place.
six, offer to wear different collars and outfits and apologize multiple times daily topless. Tell me your apologies are more meaningful when my semen is on your face and hair.
"Sorry," Julie mumbled, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Edgar grinned, running his fingers through her tangled hair, enjoying the sensation of his seed on his fingers. What's wrong? Edgar asked, raising an eyebrow.
Julie whimpered, "I'm sorry. I deserve this."
Edgar smirked, running a hand down her writhing form. "You deserve much, much more."
Kitiara couldn't help but smirk at the scene. Amateur moves, she thought.
I can do better.
Better? Ha! Let's see what you got, slut.
Catching Edgar off guard, she whipped out a hidden dagger from her sleeve.
Edgar tells her to submit and apologize.
Julie kneels, her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment, her eyes downcast. Muahaha! I got a surprise for you, she says weakly. I might have a video of Kitiara doing a porn scene. Edgar's eyes widen in shock as Julie pulls out her phone and hands it to him, the screen displaying Kitiara wearing nothing but a leash and a tied-up T-shirt, her body glistening with sweat and desperation as she writhes on all fours for a group of men.
"Kitiara?" Edgar stammers, unable to take his eyes off the screen. "But how?"
"I found it on a porn site," Julie explains, her voice barely above a whisper. "I had no idea she had...done that."
Edgar hands the phone back to Julie, a mix of emotions running through him. Confusion, anger, and most of all, a twisted sense of excitement. He'd always known Kitiara was a wild one, but this was something else entirely.
"Well," Edgar says, trying to keep his cool.
"That's certainly a surprise. Kitiara, tell me how many guys have fucked you, how many times on camera and list 9 things you wanted to do sexually but are too chicken.
Kitiara, looking sheepish, responded, "I've fucked a lot of guys, too many to count. I've done quite a few porn scenes, but I've always had a line I wouldn't cross. As for things I haven't done, I could list them all night. gang bang, public sex, bondage. Edgar says, 8 more.
*Kitiara rolls her eyes and thinks, Oh boy, here we go again with another humiliation*
Edgar says, that eye rolling can get you in trouble. List the 6 most embarasing things you have done in front of guys.
Kitiara chuckles, thinking back to past encounters.
"Alright, let me think.
Six, forgetting my underwear at a sleepover and having to borrow a pair from a guy friend.
Five, accidentally ordering 27 shots of tequila at the bar and puking on a bouncer's shoes.
Four, having an allergic reaction to shellfish during a romantic dinner and ending up in the ER.
Three, getting my skirt caught in a taxi door and flashing the entire street.
Two, having a public meltdown while talking to my crush on the phone.
And the most embarrassing thing I've ever done in front of a guy?
I accidentally walked in on my boss while he was taking a shit (long story)."
Edgar burst out laughing, not bad but 6 most embarassing things when your tits were exposed.
Julie couldn't help but crack a smile, grateful for the lighthearted moment. But the tension between them still lingered, simmering just below the surface.
Kitiara opened her eyes and saw Edgar grinning at her. "Glad to see you're still with us, slut," he said, patting her on the head.
Julie couldn't help but roll her eyes at his arrogance. "At least I'm not the one who passed out from one measly kiss," she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.
Edgar chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Julie, list the 6 most embarassing things that happened to you when your tits were exposed.
"Well," Julie blushed Or the time I was jogging in the park and my sports bra slid down, giving the whole neighborhood a free show."
Edgar chuckled, amused by her embarrassment. "And what about that time you were in the library and your sweater unraveled in the middle of a study session?
Or when you were at the beach and a rogue wave soaked your bikini top?" Edgar asked, smirking.
Julie couldn't help but laugh, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Okay, okay, I get it. But you have to admit, those were pretty awkward moments."
"Sure, but they're also pretty funny," Edgar replied, winking.
Julie couldn't help but agree. "True". Julie list 6 1 liners about what a whore Kitiara is.
Kitiara's legs spread faster than a two-dollar hooker on a Friday night. Kitiara's idea of foreplay is demanding you put a ring on it. Kitiara has more sexual partners than a prostitute at a bachelor party. Kitiara's vagina is like Grand Central Station, always busy and never closed.
6.
Kitiara's vagina is like the entrance to a rotisserie chicken restaurant, always hot and ready for action.
Despite her embarrassment, Julie couldn't help but chuckle. "Okay, okay, I get it," she said, still smiling.
But the truth was, she couldn't deny the chemistry between her and Edgar. She had been infatuated with him from the moment they met, and now that she had finally submitted to his dominance, she felt a sense of freedom and liberation unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Julie, list 6 embarassing thing that happned to you after guys came on your face or tits.
TWhen I accidentally got some in my eye and had to flush it out with water. When I tried to wipe it off with a napkin and it smeared all over my face. That time at the beach when a wave splashed up and the salty water mixed with the cum, making it sting my eyes. Julie tell me about the 6 guys who did that to you.
"One, that jerk from the bar who claimed he was a 'poet'. . Three, the waiter who 'accidentally' spilled hot coffee down my chest. Four, the tattoo artist who said it was a memento. Five, the bartender who thought it was a tip. And six, the delivery guy who left it on my doorstep, unannounced." Julie added, blushing furiously.
Kitiara, list 6 things guys do when they recognize you from porn.
Kitiara smiled. "Well, there was that one guy who asked for my autograph while I was pumping gas. Another time, a guy at the bar offered to buy me a drink and then whisper, 'Can I see those tits that everyone's talking about?' I had another guy who asked me if I could reenact a scene from my previous videos, uh, in private. There was also this group of guys at a party who started chanting my stage name and asking me to put on a private performance.
And it's not limited to guys either. Once, an older woman came up to me and said she knows my work and she wants me to teach her daughter how to twerk like me.
I even had a guy at the grocery store ask me to reach for the top shelf and once I stretched, he let out this loud whistle and said, "Now that's a sight I won't forget anytime soon."
Julie couldn't help but laugh at Kitiara's stories. Julie, list 6 reasons you are laughing at her.
"One, because she's so confident and overconfident in her abilities that it's almost comical. Two, because she's beautiful, but her arrogance makes her less attractive. Three, because she's a sorceress, but her lack of charisma and confidence makes her less impressive. Four, because she's infatuated with Edgar, but her constant attempts to win his approval are desperate and pathetic. Five, because she's trying so hard to prove herself, but still hasn't earned Edgar's respect.
Six, because she thinks she's a seductive and skilled sorceress, but she's just a clumsy and clueless slut.
Julie couldn't help but chuckle at her own thoughts. She had to admit, Kitiara was a bit of a mess. But despite her flaws, there was something endearing about her. Maybe it was her tenacity and determination, or maybe it was just her willingness to do whatever it took to win Edgar's approval. Whatever it was, Julie couldn't deny that she was drawn to her. Kitiara, tell me 6 things that you realized when you first knew you were a clumsy slut.
Kitiara thought for a moment, smirking and rolling her eyes. "Alright, here goes: Six, I realized I was a clumsy slut when I accidentally slipped on a banana peel in front of a group of guys and flashed them.
One, I realized I was a clumsy slut when I tripped over my own feet and face-planted into a pile of nachos during our first meeting.
Julie sighed, shaking her head as she recounted the incidents to Kitiara. "I've always been embarrassingly clumsy," she admitted with a forced, weak smile. Julie Decribe 6 differences between how guys react to your c cups v her D cups.
- Guys can't stop reaching for her D cups when they see them
- They constantly ask if she can 'taste himself' from other guys on them
- They try to grab them without her permission
- They can't get enough of her D cups and often assume she's easy
- They compare her D cups to the size of their selfish egos
- They often comment on how she jewels could choke them, which just freaks her out
Edgar, meanwhile, turns to the omniscient reader:
"I beg to differ," he smirks.
"I appreciate her for her mind, not just her body. Let's see, shall we?"
He turns his attention back to the oblivious Julie:
"Tell me, Julie, what is it about magic that you find so fascinating? Is it the power? The thrill? The ability to bend reality to your will?"
Julie beams with genuine pleasure as she talks about her love for magic:
"Oh, Edgar, it's all of those things and more. It's the history behind it, the feeling of a spell taking shape, the wonder of creation. Speaking of shape Julie, give 6 1 liners about Kitiara's shape. Also Kitiara list 6 reasons sex his better after guys take you down a peg or two.
Humility is a huge turn-on for men, especially for powerful ones like Edgar. Tears make women look vulnerable and sexy, adding an extra layer of passion to sex. Spanking releases endorphins, increasing pleasure and reducing pain during sex. Surrendering control and submitting to a dominant partner can increase sexual satisfaction. Men enjoy the challenge of trying to make a submissive woman climax, knowing they hold all the power.
Edgar smirked, nodding in agreement. "And what about you, Kitiara? Do you enjoy submitting to a dominant partner?"
Julie snorted, rolling her eyes. "Don't let her fool you, Edgar. Kitiara's idea of submission is demanding to be punished in the most degrading way possible."
Kitiara stuck her tongue out at Julie. "Hey, at least I'm not afraid to ask for what I want." She turned to Edgar.
"Alright, big man, what's your offering for tonight?"
he smiled. "I have just the thing for our little songbird."
Julie raised an eyebrow. "Go on, let's hear it."
" I propose a game, one where you must sing me a song."
a bemused smile played on Julie's lips. "I can do that easily."
"But there's a twist - you must sing the most vulgar song you know."
Julie's smile faded rapidly. It should talk about your tits, semen on your face and reference 5 previous walks of shame. Then Kitiara will try to top it.
Julie takes a deep breath and starts belting out a crude drinking song she learned during her apprenticeship days.
"I woke up this morning with a pounding head, and semen on my face, my walk of shame was so embarrassing I wished I was dead."
Kitiara laughs, patting Julie on the back.
"Well done," she says, smirking. "Now it's my turn."
With that, she begins to sing a filthy chant about a busty barmaid who pleasures all the customers with her ample bosoms. The song is so vulgar that Edgar can't help but blush and turn away.
But Kitiara continues, undeterred. She sings of sex acts that would make a sailor blush, and Julie can't help but laugh and clap along.
When Kitiara finishes, she takes a deep bow and winks at Edgar. He can't help but feel a little intimidated by her boldness, but he's also impressed by her talent.
Edgar clears his throat and says, "Alright, ladies, I think it's time for us to get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us."
Julie nods in agreement, but Kitiara pouts and says, "Aww, come on, Edgar. Edgar says, list 6 things you are most sensitive about Kitiara. Then Julie, roast her with 6 1 liners don't hold back. Words like dumb, stupid, bitch, whore, slut, all fair game.
Edgar nodded approval as Julie took a deep breath and began to listed 6 Kitiara's sensitive areas. Her ego,
2. Her need for male validation,
3. Her jealousy,
4. Her insecurity,
5. Her fear of the unknown,
But Julie didn't stop there. She went on to roast Kitiara with 6 one liners that didn't hold back. Dragon-loving whore,
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You say I'm too high-maintenance, but it's not true. Compared to you, I'm a meticulous lover. I'll clean up after myself, three times a day if needed!
Julie, admit it. You've spent countless hours fantasizing about me.
Kitiara, list 6 things you are most sensitive about then roast Julie about her 6 most sensitive topics.
"Let's see," Kitiara begins, tapping her chin in mock thought. "I'd say I'm most sensitive about my weight, my past relationships, my family, my insecurities, my fear of failure, and my obsessive need for approval."
She then turns to Julie and says, "Now, it's your turn. Let's talk about your sensitive spots, shall we?
Now, let's talk about Edgar. He moves like a panther, quick and silent, but with a deadly purr that leaves his enemies trembling.
Kitiara list 6 sexual encounters her girlfriends roasted her about the most. Then Julie laughs and lists hers.
“Ok fine, here goes. My unexplainable and excessive flatulence, my tendency to pass out at the most inopportune times, my inability to walk in heels, my unfortunate incident with a bag of Peanut M&M's, and the time my period left a crime scene in Kitiara's guest bathroom."
Edgar raises an eyebrow, surprised by the last one.
"Oohhh, heavy flow much?" Kitiara quips, grinning from ear to ear.
'Six, the time when I accidentally mistook a stripper pole for a coat rack in front of all my colleagues'.
Edgar and Julie both burst into laughter, and Julie chimes in with her own cringe-worthy moments.
'Six, the time I got stuck in a port-a-potty at a music festival and had to be rescued by a hunky firefighter'.
Edgar chuckles, "Well, that's one way to meet your heroes.
Kitiara, list 6 reasons guys usually try to come on your face the first date. Also, you aren't thin, but have big tits and a nice body. List 6 ways Julie could tease you about your weight.
Well, let's see. There's the classic "save room for dessert" line. Or maybe she could comment on how she needs a winch to move you off the couch. She could also make a big deal about having a "fat day" and then say something like, "At least I'm not as big as you." Or she could compare your belly to various large objects, like a beach ball or a boulder. She might also jokingly refer to you as the Michelin Man or a sumo wrestler. Kitiara, list 6 reasons guys usually try to come on your face the first date. Julie, list 6 ways you could submit faster and better.
1. Stop being a stubborn brat and just do what I say.
2. Don't overthink it, just let go and give in to your desires.
3. Show some enthusiasm and actually try to impress me.
4. Stop acting like a stuck-up prude and let loose.
5. Don't be afraid to get a little dirty and rough. Trust me, I know what I'm doing, just follow my lead.
-Edgar, reassuring Julie
We may have started this game as rivals, but I think we're forming an unlikely alliance.
-Julie, grinning at Edgar
Have you even seen Kitiara's pole-dancing skills? She puts us all to shame.
-Edgar facetiously addressing Julie
I've never been so turned on by someone trying to outdo themselves in humiliating their friend.
-Edgar, stammering a little
Remember when we accidentally walked into the wrong tent at the music festival?
Kitiara, list 6 reasons guys usually try to come on your face the first date.
Kitiara laughed. "Okay, okay, let's see. Reason number one: they think it's a power move. Two: they think it's funny. Three: they think it's a turn-on. Four: they can't control themselves. Five: they want to make sure I know my place. And six: they just don't give a damn."
Julie groaned.
"Really, Edgar? That's your advice?"
"Do you have a better idea?" Edgar challenged, leaning back in his chair.
Julie scowled, crossing her arms. "Fine. I'll do it your way. But only because I have no other choice."
Edgar grinned, satisfied. "Good girl. Now, to business. I need you to go to the market and buy some supplies for the tour. Do and say 6 things to any girl you see with bigger tits than you that makes it clear you are a whore.
"Hey, I couldn't help but notice, but I think you got lost on your way to a wet t-shirt contest. Can I join?" "Excuse me, miss, but you're giving the game away with those bad boys. No need for a magic spell to see what you're hiding." "I don't know if I should thank you or hate you for those magnificent melons. Can I get an introduction to your plastic surgeon?" "I bet you can cast a mighty powerful spell with those two balloons. Go to the market and return with a story about how you made it obvious to a guy there you are really easy.
the baker exclaimed, gawking at Kitiara's cleavage.
"Why thank you, kind sir," Kitiara cooed, striking a pose and pushing her chest out even further.
Julie couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Really, Kit? You're going to resort to that?" she sighed.
Kitiara just winked at her. "Hey, it works every time," she said with a smirk.
Edgar had to admit, Kitiara had a way of getting what she wanted.
And right now, what she wanted was to bed Edgar. She had been making eyes at him all night, despite knowing full well that he was not interested in her advances.
Julie, on the other hand, was still determined to prove herself to Edgar. She had been practicing her magic non-stop, and had even managed to cast a few simple spells successfully. But Edgar remained aloof, not fully accepting her yet.
Julie couldn't understand why Edgar was so unimpressed by her efforts. Surely he could see how hard she was trying? Edgar said Julie, I'm going to come all over Kitiara's face and get it in her eyes. I can have rough sex with you first to warm up or you can humiliate her while I do her doggie style and deliver degrading dirty talk. Your call.
I'm not shy." Kitiara exclaimed, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Ewww, gross!" Julie retorted, pinching her nose in disgust. "Who teil teil's that supposed to be for?"
"Oh, lighten up, miss sunshine. We're messing around!" Kitiara shot back.
"I don't think it's appropriate," Julie mumbled sheepishly.
"Whatever, you just wish you had half my...talent," Kitiara said, gesturing to her cleavage.
"Mmm, yes, that's why I keep them out on display. You'd be wise to take a bite."
"I just wish you'd stir the pot a little more often," Julie quipped. Kitiara stuck out her tongue and saucily replied, "With my mouth, or with my magic?"
Julie rolled her eyes in disbelief as she and Kitiara continued their endless banter, each one-upping the other in their attempts to prove themselves.
Meanwhile, Edgar watched the spectacle unfold with a bemused expression.