Another round of drinks came, and by now, the energy at the table had shifted. The girls were tipsy, leaning into Dick, all vying for his attention, while Jada sat stiffly, arms crossed, barely able to hide her annoyance. Every so often, Dick would throw her a glance, just enough to let her know he saw her—but not enough to make her feel important.
When he finally did speak to her, it wasn't what she expected.
"So, Jada," he said, his voice smooth but casual, like she was just another girl in the crowd, "Did you really fuck gym teacher?"
Jada smiled suddenly, her lips curling with a smug confidence. "I did. And you know what he did?"
Dick raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"He divorced his wife," Jada said, laughing softly, clearly pleased with herself. "It only took one night, and he was ready to throw everything away."
There it was. Jada's edge. The thing she'd always relied on to keep her at the top of the hierarchy—her ability to conquer men, to make them lose themselves over her. She leaned back in her chair, clearly waiting for Dick to be impressed, for him to give her the reaction she was used to.
But Dick just gave her a faint smile, almost dismissive, before turning back to Betty. "That's cute," he muttered, his tone so nonchalant it cut deeper than any insult. He didn't care about her conquest. Didn't care that some gym teacher threw away his life over her.
Jada's smile faltered for a second, her fingers tightening around her drink. This wasn't the reaction she'd expected. She was used to men fawning over stories like that, over her power in the bedroom. But Dick wasn't playing her game, and that threw her off-balance.
Betty giggled, her lips brushing against Dick's ear as she whispered something that made him smirk. Hannah, not wanting to be left out, slid her hand up his thigh, her eyes dark with lust. Jada watched, her frustration simmering beneath the surface. She hated this. Hated watching other girls claim what she felt should have been hers.
And Dick knew it. He was playing her perfectly, pushing her buttons without even trying.
"So, that's your thing?" Dick finally asked, his tone casual as if they were discussing the weather. He didn't even look at her. "Fucking guys until they lose everything?"
Jada's eyes narrowed, but she kept her smile in place. "I don't need to make them lose anything," she shot back, her voice sharp. "They choose to. I just give them what they can't resist."
Dick chuckled softly, the sound low and condescending. "Maybe that worked on the gym teacher," he said, finally locking eyes with her, "but you're gonna have to do better than that here."
Jada's grin widened, her eyes gleaming with a challenge. "Really? I bet I can make you lick my feet in one round. Make you drool over me, stupidly throw away your life just for another glance from me. Do you dare?"
Dick met her stare, unimpressed. One arm resting casually on Jemmy's waist while his other hand toyed with the rim of his glass.
"I don't play games I can't win," Dick said, voice low and cool. He didn't break eye contact. "But if you're so confident you can break me, by all means—try."
Jada leaned in, the playful smirk on her lips never faltering. "Oh, I don't need to try," she murmured. "You'll come crawling to me soon enough."
Betty snickered from his side, rolling her eyes. "God, Jada, you're so full of yourself. It's pathetic."
Jada's gaze snapped to her, irritation flashing across her face. "Betty, darling, why don't you sit this one out? You've never had the upper hand in anything."
Betty's lips curled into a grin as she leaned back, unfazed. "Let's see how long you last before you're the one begging."
Dick chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "There's a hotel nearby," he said, his voice casual, dripping with confidence. "I'll give you a round, Jada. If you win, you can have my life, my car, everything you think matters."
Jada's smirk widened, her eyes glinting with challenge. "And if I lose?"
Dick waved his hand lazily, as if the answer was obvious. "Then you're just another cunt I wasted my time on. No biggie."
Jemmy and Betty burst out laughing, their eyes flicking over to Jada with gleeful malice. Hannah, sitting quietly beside them, gasped softly, trying to suppress her reaction but unable to hide the shock from her face. The others in Jada's group, silent and hesitant, shifted uncomfortably. They didn't want to laugh, not openly. No one in their little circle ever dared challenge Jada like this.
Jada leaned forward, propping her elbows on the table, her smile sharp as a knife. "You're really confident for someone who doesn't know what they're up against."
Dick's smirk didn't falter. He leaned in closer, just enough to make sure she knew he wasn't backing down. "I think you've mistaken me for one of your little gym teacher types. I don't fall for games."
Betty snickered again, her hand sliding up his chest, enjoying the tension between them. "She thinks she can break you," she purred, leaning in to kiss his neck, her lips barely grazing his skin. "How cute."
Jada's expression didn't change, but her eyes flicked to Betty with a brief flash of annoyance. "Let's make it interesting, then," Jada said smoothly, her voice laced with challenge. "No half-assed bets. If I win, you're mine—no going back."
Dick laughed, amused by her audacity. "Sure," he said, leaning back, spreading his arms as if he'd already won. "But when you lose, Jada? I want more than just a quick fuck."
Jada's eyebrow raised, intrigued but not thrown off balance. "Oh? And what exactly do you want, Dick?"
"Everything." His voice was low, but it cut through the noise around them like a blade. "Your pride. Your dignity. You'll crawl, beg, and you'll love every second of it. I'll make sure you remember your place every time you look at me."
The table went silent, even Betty and Jemmy holding their breath. Jada's smirk faltered for the briefest second, but she quickly masked it, her eyes narrowing as she straightened in her seat.
"You think you're that good?" she taunted, though there was a slight edge to her voice now. "You've got no idea what I can do."
Dick stood, motioning for her to follow. "Let's find out."
They moved through the bar, the group watching with awe and anticipation. Hannah, Betty and Jemmy followed the duo.
The hotel wasn't far—just a block away, a dimly lit building with an air of quiet luxury. As they entered the lobby, the receptionist barely glanced up before handing over the key Dick requested. Neither spoke, but Jada's mind raced. She had never lost before, not when it came to controlling men. But something about Dick made her nervous. He wasn't like the others.
The elevator dinged, and they stepped into the hallway. Dick led them to the room, pushing the door open with a casual flick of his wrist. Inside, the space was sleek, modern, with a massive bed dominating the center of the room.
Jada walked in first, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his with that same sharp confidence. "Ready to lose, Dick?"
He closed the door behind him, his smirk never wavering. "We'll see who's crawling by the end of this."
Without another word, Jada closed the distance between them, pressing her body against his, her lips finding his in a fierce, dominant kiss. She was determined to take control, to remind him that she wasn't like the girls he'd toyed with earlier. Her hands slid up his chest, tugging at his shirt, her tongue pushing past his lips, aggressive and demanding.
But Dick wasn't fazed. He let her take the lead for a moment, his hands resting lazily on her hips, waiting. Then, without warning, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back with one swift movement, spinning her around until her chest was pressed against the wall. She gasped, surprised by the sudden shift, but she didn't struggle.
"Is that all you've got, Jada?" His voice was a low growl against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "I expected more fight."
Jada smirked, turning her head slightly to meet his gaze, her body still pressed against the cold surface of the wall. "I'm just getting started," she breathed, her voice filled with challenge.
Dick didn't say a word, just threw the camera to Hannah, who fumbled before catching it, her eyes widening with realization. Jemmy and Betty settled onto the edge of the bed, their faces eager, excited as they watched from the sidelines.
Jada barely had time to react before his hands were on her again, sliding down her sides, teasing the skin just above the waistband of her skirt. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, then dipped lower, grazing the swell of her hips. She let out a sharp breath, her body involuntarily arching toward him as his touch left a trail of fire in its wake.
"Think you can handle this?" Dick murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet dripping with challenge.
Jada didn't reply, only smirked in response, but her breath hitched. She had come into this room ready to dominate, ready to prove that she could break him. But now, with her chest pressed against the cold wall, her wrists pinned behind her, she was losing the sense of control she'd walked in with.
Dick's hands slid further down, his grip tightening on her ass as he pressed his body against hers, his hard cock grinding into her, still confined by his pants. Jada bit her lip, suppressing a moan, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to her.
"Still think you've got me figured out?" he taunted, his breath hot against her neck.
Jada gritted her teeth, refusing to answer. But her silence spoke louder than any words. Her body was betraying her, hips instinctively rolling back against him, craving more of his touch despite her best efforts to stay composed.
Hannah's shaky breath could be heard behind them, the soft hum of the camera capturing every moment, every sound. Jemmy shifted on the bed, her legs crossed, eyes dark with anticipation as she leaned forward, watching closely, her hand absently running down her thigh as the scene unfolded.
With one swift movement, Dick yanked Jada's skirt down, letting it pool around her ankles. She gasped, her heart racing as the cool air hit her exposed skin. He took a moment to admire the view—her lace panties stretched tight over her ass, her legs tense as she tried to regain some control over her body.
But control wasn't an option anymore.
Without warning, Dick slid a hand between her legs, fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. Jada tensed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as he pressed against her clit, rubbing in slow circles. She tried to hold back a moan, but the heat pooling in her core was undeniable, her body responding to his touch despite her mind's resistance.
"Come on, Jada," Dick murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're not gonna hold out on me, are you?"
Her nails dug into the wall, her breathing uneven. "I'm not giving you shit," she hissed through clenched teeth, but her voice wavered, betraying her.
Dick's smirk widened. He wasn't in a rush. He could feel her unraveling, piece by piece, the confident, cocky attitude she'd walked in with slowly crumbling under his touch.
His fingers slipped under the fabric of her panties, sliding between her folds. Jada's whole body jerked, her knees almost buckling as he found her clit again, this time with no barriers between them. She bit her lip hard, trying to stay silent, but the softest moan escaped, and he caught it.
"There it is," he whispered, pressing harder, his fingers circling her swollen clit with just enough pressure to make her squirm. "Thought you could hold out longer."