Chapter 51
Anxiously Lisa watched the clock tick on, hoping that the syringe Linda had arranged would arrive in time. The clock ticked way too fast to her liking and with every passing minute the chance of that syringe arriving in time grew slimmer and slimmer. Sure it was to be expected, Linda had told that she doubted it could make it in time, yet she had put all her hope on exactly that.
Way too soon the time to make a definite decision came though, she couldn't afford to wait on that syringe any longer or rather Marcy couldn't afford it. She didn't want to let john win and she was growing nauseous just at the thought of his demand, but she had to do this, she couldn't ditch Marcy like this, Marcy was too precious and she had suffered enough already.
Sighing deeply Lisa cursed under her breath as she prepared to make her way over to John. She was dressed in a casual pair of skinny jeans with white sneakers and a black t-shirt. For good measure she decided to thrown on a baggy black hoody on top though. She didn't like this one bit, and she would let John know so. He could shove his lingerie up his ass. There was just no way she was dressing sexy to booth. If John wanted to get she would do so in the least gratifying way possible. The bastard didn't deserve any better. Hell he didn't deserve to get off at all, but sadly she couldn't afford to deny him that.
More even she couldn't deny him that all it would do was ruin Marcy and what they had together and John would most definitely still get his rocks off with Marcy. With how Marcy dressed up so prettily it would probably even be more enjoyable. God she hated that bastard, but for now she was doomed to play his sick game as she dragged her feet along slowly, her hatred for John growing with every step.
Eventually after what felt like a long torturous walk to Lisa, mentally more than physically she arrived at John's door. She was already feeling sick and she hadn't even seen the bastard or his cock yet. Not wanting to potentially startle Marcy by ringing the doorbell she just sent John a text. "I'm at your door." It was as dry and business like as possible.
In no time at all the old smug bastard opened up the door for her standing there still clad in just his ratty grey bathrobe. He looked like a complete slob. Just like she had done no effort to look good he hadn't either. It made Lisa's stomach turn. This was clearly going to be even harder than she expected. "Ah there you are, that took you long enough, I almost feared that I would have to break poor Marcy's heart showing her how little you cared for her. So little that you couldn't even be bothered to take care of her duties playing with my cock for once." John taunted with a big smirk.
He felt exhilarated, oh he was going to love this so much and the look of anger and frustration on Lisa's face only made it that much better. Just like Marcy Lisa would soon be another bitch in his pocket, she just didn't realise it yet. Then again he had already pushed her quite far to start with, getting her to come take care of his cock on demand. The power trip it gave him, especially after Lisa had been such a torn in his side during all of this was just spectacular.
Just the idea nearly got him hard already, it would have if not for the fact that Marcy had already well taken care of his first erection this morning. While he wouldn't be able to give Lisa the biggest mouthful of cum like he wanted he didn't mind too much as instead Lisa would have a harder time getting him too cum needing her to put in more time and effort. A very worthwhile trade off in John's mind.
"Don't you fucking dare you fucking bastard I'm here like you ask now let me the fuck in and let's get this over with. The sooner I am out of here the better and I swear if you don't keep your word I will have your balls." Lisa spit his way with a look that could kill. She wasn't intending to let John push her around, she couldn't let the bastard win.
"I'll let you in when you stop with that fucking attitude. I'm a man of my word you can count on that, but I won't be taking any of your fucking bitchy attitude got that? If you want to take care of my cock and come inside you can ask for it nicely. Given how you decided to dress you clearly want to go at it for a long while. If you don't ask nicely, well then I guess you can take care of things right here on my porch like I had Marcy do before. To make up for your disrespect you can call me Master John or just Master from now on." John scolded, loving the shocked expression on Lisa's face.
"If you are a good girl and ask things nicely you will find out that I am a rather reasonable man. However if you are a complete and utter bitch I will treat you like one so what's it going to be? Are you going to be a good girl and ask nicely or are you going be a bitch and offer one of your holes to me right here and now?" John asked with a big victorious smirk already knowing he had won.
Deep inside Lisa silently cursed the guy, she couldn't believe the outrageous demands he was already making. She knew he was dead serious though and she hadn't come all this way and put herself through this agony for nothing. God she hated this bastard so much, but if she wanted at least some privacy during this horrid task she knew she would have to yield to his demands, he held all the cards right now, it was both infuriating and frustrating, but she had no choice.