"It's not fair. Why do you have to be so beautiful." The lady cried.
"Excuse me. You're pissed because I'm beautiful. Lady, that's messed up." Yasmine said.
"No that's not it. It's just that I'm 32 this year and I'm still a virgin. Can you imagine it." The lady asked, staring at Yasmine.
"While that is … unique, I don't know what that has to do with me." Yasmine replied.
"No, it's not just you. It's men really. Those lustful unfaithful pigs." The lady's face morphed into a frown.
"Ookayy, you don't like men. But that doesn't explain why you pushed me over." Yasmine was growing tired of the slow paced convo.
"Well you're part of the problem. I was once happily engaged, I thought my fiance was too. He kept hinting that we should sleep together, have sex. Every time I turned him down, saying we should wait until marriage." The lady paused to catch her breath.
"Ah, I can see where this is going." Yasmine muttered in disappointment, sliding from Bob's shoulders to her newly constructed throne being carried by 4 able bodied men.
"Can you imagine, that pig. On a day I went to visit him unannounced, in what was supposed to be our matrimonial bed, I saw about 5 stoned cheap who*es like you, sleeping all around him. One was them was still connected to him even as they were both asleep." The lady continued, wiping away the hot tears that streamed her face with her sleeve.
Yasmine had commanded the slaves to leave the broken woman alone but still surround her, to prevent any funny business.
"And when I woke him up, he didn't apologise, didn't try to make excuses, no. He just asked me whether I wanted to join them as he groped me, the hookers touching me indecently."
"Okay, while I didn't sleep with your fiance since I've never been in a sixsome, of that's what it's called, I understand your dislike of people in my profession." Yasmine said.
"But that is not a reason to try and kill me."
"I- I know and I'm sorry it's just that today was a bad day."
"Oh yeah, how?" Yasmine feigned concern.
"Well there's this relatively new girl at the workplace whose just been getting promotion after promotion and I know that it's because she's beautiful and most likely sleeps with the top brass of the company." The lady paused once again. "And the worst thing is that my boss had the nerve to threaten ne that this bitch would replace me if I didn't sleep with him later tonight."
"Wait wait wait. You were supposed to have sex with some dude who's probably a fat old man in order to keep your job. Then the world ended so you don't have to do it again. Am I right?" Yasmine asked.
"You're right, except he's not fat nor old. He's basically the textbook image of a billionaire CEO, only poorer and worse mannered." She answered.
"Okay so he's not fat, but I don't get why you sound upset instead of happy, unless you wanted to …"
"No, gods no. It's just that a friend of mine made me take something that she said would allow me to have a good time, instead it's just making me feel weird." The woman confessed shamefully.
"Oh, oh oh. Hahaha. You're just feeling h*rny. Just choose any of these men to satisfy you and be done with it. Consider this a favour, woman to woman." Yasmine offered with a smirk that gave the lady chills.
"Eww, no. I'm a lady I don't just hookup with random strangers. I'm sure this weird feeling will pass in due time." She rejected, though the heat rising up her body wouldn't let her maintain the stance.
"Sure, I hear ya." Yasmine stretched her words knowing that the effects got worse with time. "But in case you change your mind, just walk up to any slaves and call them Daddy, and they'll take good care of you, except Bob of course. He's off limits."
"W- wait. Where are you going?"
"I've got a new audience to perform for. The more slaves, the better." Yasmine said, her throne carriers walking to the new crowd that had gathered.
"Why. Why do you go and dance on them. Can't you just turn them into slaves without that disgusting method." The lady asked.
"Okay listen her miss…"
" Sydney, Sydney Birde."
"Okay miss Sydney. I may be a stripper but that doesn't mean I'm dumb. I've realised that mind controlling someone is easier when they have more lust for me than when they don't. If I try and control them when they aren't lustful, I get a horrible headache." Yasmine gestured, putting the back of her right palm on her forehead. "Besides I get to feel the tools of the men up close to decide who to use next."
"Erm, well good for you, I … guess." Sydney said the heat had spread too quickly to the point that it was unbearable. "H-Hey um, miss Queen, what did you say I should tell your slaves again so that they would, you know, get rid of this heat."
"Hmm, i don't remember. Oh well, guess you're on your own then." Yasmine said, acting forgetful.
"P-please. I'm begging you, help me." Sydney begged, getting on her knees even though that made her shiver a bit due to how sensitive she was.
"Hehe fine. But I get to pick who becomes your first." A sly smile adorning her face as she stated her condition.
"F- Fine, but please hurry it's getting wors- nnngghh." Sydney's request got interrupted midway as a firm pair of hands grabbed her from behind.
"Sydney meet number 2. He'll take good care of you. Number 2, this is your reward for all your hardwork. Be gentle with her." Yasmine said to the new couple.
"Thank you my Queen. I won't fail you." Number 2 said as he carried Sydney to a nearby building as per Yasmine's mental request.
"Taa taa. Enjoy yourselves."