Chrissy stared at her non-functioning refrigerator, cursing under her breath. The last thing she needed right now was another expensive repair bill. With a sigh, she grabbed her phone and dialed the number for the electronic repair service.
A few minutes later, a repairman showed up at her doorstep. He was young, probably fresh out of college, and seemed a little nervous around her. It didn't take long for him to diagnose the problem and fix the issue. Relieved, Chrissy waited for him to tell her the cost of the repair.
"The charge for the service call and diagnosis is $100," he said, handing her a dated receipt.
Chrissy's eyebrows shot up. "That's it? That's all you're going to charge me?"
"Yes, ma'am. That's the standard rate for this type of call," he replied, a little confused.
"But I thought you're going to give me some huge bill," she said with a laugh, trying to put him at ease.
Unfortunately, his relief was short-lived. "Actually, there's one more thing," he mumbled, digging through his toolbox. He pulled out a pair of worn-out jeans and held them out to her. "I noticed you're wearing really tight jeans, and they're kind of uncomfortable to work around. Would you mind if I sat on them while I finish up here?"
Chrissy felt a sudden surge of anger. Here she was, trying to be nice to this kid, and he had the nerve to ask her for something so outrageous? She didn't know whether to be angry or amused.
After a few moments of consideration, she decided to punish him for his audacity. "Sure, why not? Go ahead and sit on my jeans. But just so you know, if you try to rip me off with some fake repair bill, you're going to be in for some serious trouble."
The repairman looked at her, confused. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't understand what you mean."
Chrissy stepped closer to him, her eyes locked on his. "I mean, you're going to give me your best work, or else," she said, her voice low and threatening.
The repairman swallowed hard. He had never been so close to a real, live dominant woman before, and he could feel the power of her presence rising off her in waves. He knew he had to do whatever it took to please her - even if it meant sitting on her jeans for a few extra minutes.
As he slowly lowered himself onto the rough denim, Chrissy watched him with a hungry gaze. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she imagined all the things she could do to this poor, unsuspecting boy.
The room fell silent as they both sat in anticipation. The only sound was the ticking of the old clock on the wall and the heavy breathing of the boy beneath her.
Chrissy reached down and tugged at the waistband of his jeans, pulling them tight against his crotch. She could feel the warmth of his body radiating up through the denim, making her shudder with pleasure.
With a wicked grin, she wrapped her arms around him, trapping him against her chest. She could feel his hardon pressing against her, and she took a deep breath, savoring the power she held over him.
Slowly, she lowered her chin, nudging his face closer to her crotch. He hesitated for a moment, then pressed his lips against the soft material of her panties. She could feel his warm breath on her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
As he began to kiss and nuzzle her crotch through the fabric, Chrissy closed her eyes and let out a long, slow moan. This was better than she had ever imagined. The power, the control, the way he was worshipping her with his mouth...it was intoxicating.
When she finally pulled away, she couldn't help but grin at the sight of him, his face flushed and breathless beneath her. "See?" she purred, "That's what you get for trying to rip me off."
The repairman looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and awe. "I-I'm sorry, ma'am. I won't do it again," he stammered.
"Oh, you better not," she warned, giving him one last squeeze before standing up and letting him out of her grip.
As she watched him scramble to his feet, she felt a pang of regret. He had learned his lesson, but at what cost? Still, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she imagined all the mischief she could get into now that she had tasted power.
With a final wink over her shoulder, Chrissy turned and headed back into her apartment, leaving the repairman behind, his mind reeling from the experience.
