Chrissy climbed off the kitchen counter, her heart pounding from the shock of the repairman's price quote. She bit her lower lip, staring at the slip of paper in disbelief. It was more than she'd ever paid for a repair job before. Her belly clenched with a sick, sinking feeling as she realized she didn't have that kind of money.
She turned to face the repairman, her jaw set in determination. She couldn't let him get away with trying to rip her off. If he wanted his money, he'd have to earn it.
"Wait here," she said, her voice cold and hard. "I need to talk to my manager."
He stood by the front door, his expression mirroring his confusion. He'd done the job professionally, he thought. It wasn't his fault the part was expensive. But he couldn't argue with her tone. He nodded stiffly and positioned himself by the door.
Chrissy stalked into the living room, cellphone in hand. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she needed to do. She punched in her manager's number, her thumbs flying over the keypad with barely contained fury.
"Yeah, hi," she said, her voice pitched low and threatening. "This is Chrissy. I just had a guy here to fix my fridge, and he tried to rip me off. He wants $800 for a part I can get on Amazon for $200. I know you like to keep your guys honest, so I had to call you. But fair warning: I'm gonna smother that asshole into next week if I don't get what I want."
She ended the call without waiting for a response, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a few deep breaths, calming herself down before returning to the kitchen. She pasted on a smile and walked back into the living room, where the repairman was still waiting.
"Alright," she said. "Here's the deal. I don't have $800 just lying around, but I don't think you should go without punishment. How about this: you fix my fridge for $500, and I'll let you give me a smother training. You can do whatever you want, but I promise I won't resist. And if you do a good job, maybe I'll even take you out for a drink to thank you properly."
The repairman's eyes widened in shock as she spoke. He couldn't believe his luck. He'd never encountered a woman like Chrissy before. She was beautiful, naturally dominant, and she seemed to really enjoy his fetish. He nodded quickly, eager to agree to her terms.
"Yes, I'd like that," he said, his voice cracking slightly with excitement. "I'll get started on the repair right away. And afterwards, you have our undivided attention."
Chrissy grinned wolfishly, undoing the first two buttons of his shirt. "I know you will," she purred.
