Random Oneshots

Mission Status: Busted II

⚠️Warning⚠️

This chapter contains scenes and language that is intended for mature audiences. If you are not over 18 please do not read.

Now that I have broken free from the fake Rosè facade, I can truely show everyone what I am capable of, gone is the shy girl who whimpered at the slightest glare.

I lean back on my chair and cross my legs, a deep confidence aura radiates from me as I take the pack of cards and start dealing. The other girls give me looks of disgust, some simply too shocked by my transformation to even look at me.

Nevertheless, the games go on, only now I am winning all of them. The whore besides me seems to have enough of losing like a bitch. Just as I go to pick up a card from the middle of the table, she reaches out and grabs my hand, holding it tightly in her vice like grip. I simply look up at her with a deathly glare, her grip doesn't hurt me, but the fact she thinks she can touch me with her filthy hands makes me want to break her wrist right then and there.

"Move bitch, do you think he is going to choose a reject like yourself. Dont forget why your here." She whispers, coming closer to me.

Just as I am about to respond, a deep and commanding voice booms from behind us.

"I am giving you 3 seconds to let go of her hand, or your out of this room." The warning on his tone lifts the hair on the girls arm and she flings my arm towards me, and settles back into her chair properly. Not forgetting to shoot me a glare before focusing her attention back to the game.

I sit back in my chair, choosing to sit this round out because of the foul mood she has put me in. Through the corner of my eye, I see Mr Regular look over at all the girls, then to me. His eyes linger for a few seconds longer, looking down at my exposed ass. I smirk, knowing he has a bias for me, and I plan to exploit that to the max. Nothing gets in the way of me and my mission.

A plan forms in my head, and I smirk, thinking of its outcome. My eyes scan the table, and as I suspected, at the other end of the table is a jug of water and some glasses, left there for us to drink at our leisure. Glancing at the girls, I see them too focused on the game at hand to notice me, as I slip out of my chair and make my way to the water. Just as a predicted, the distance from the chair of the girl sitting next to me, and the sofa, is just a step. If i tried I could shuffle through without making anyone uncomfortable, but thats not my goal here.

Taking a glance at Mr Regular, I see his attention transfixed on one of the girls at the table, as I make my way to shuffle between him and the chair in front of him. Once I know I have successfully covered his vision from the table with my body, I slowly bend down, sticking my ass out over his lap. I hear the sharp intake of breath he takes, and the few cuss words that follow after.

"Whoops", I say, straightening up, after making my way through the tight walkway. As I walk to the water, and pour myself a drink, I look up through my lashes and see him staring at me. A hint of anger and arousal overcoming his face. This is what you wanted isn't it? I ask him mentally with a raise of my eyebrow.

Finishing my drink, I am about to make my way back through the tight walkway, when another brilliant idea takes over my mind. This time while passing my, I lightly drag my ass along his thighs. I hear what sounds like a growl vibrate from his chest, and that response makes me satisfied.

Quickly standing up, I make sure to let my ass jiggle in front of him before I make my way back to my seat. Before I sit down, I turn my head ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of him. Enraged would be an understatement, this man was fuming. His eyebrows drawn in together, and his eyes shooting jaggers at me, while his hands are curled into tight fists beside him on the couch. I have done a good job of messing with the beast, I think to myself with a chuckle.