...er. "No please - no I can't - I can't." She hadn't been able to come. She would surely die.
"Trust me," Lexi said.
No no, Stacy's common sense screamed. Evil, Black Scorpion was evil.
It made Stacy think of the story where the scorpion asks the frog to take it across the river. The frog does and halfway across is stung. "But you'll die too," the frog said. "I know," said the scorpion, "But, it's my nature."
Nature. I guess it's my nature too. To trust. To be stung. Stacy let Lexi attach the watch to her wrist. Condemning herself. The bomb would surely go off. No way she could come. She had tried several times that day already.
"That's my good girl," Lexi said. She guided Stacy to the floor, then turned around and straddled her head. "Now who's my Superslut?"
Stacy blushed. "I am," she whispered. The promise of death had liberated her.
"Say it," Lexi said. "I want to hear you say it."
Stacy reddened even more, as stared up at Lexi from between her spread thighs. "I'm your - ah - I'm your Superslut," she stammered.
"Damn straight you are." Lexi lowered herself on Stacy's face. "And Superslut . . . I'm turning your dial to number nine," she said, as she went down and kissed her roommate's pre...