The Stubborn Submissive: A Studs Submission

-Jade

Straight home. I drove us straight home. 

We did not Pass Go we did not Collect $200.

I'll be damned if I was about to take Dylan to anybody's drive-thru or restaurant acting like this. We were way too close to areas where people knew me. I couldn't have her being a public perv. I could barely control her ass in the car let alone out in the wild. 

Plus I had no idea if this flirtation shit was reserved for me or if anybody could get it. I damn sure wasn't about to keep her from humping random citizens' legs.

I got out of the car and stood to the side waiting for her to get out. Dylan tapped the window and pointed to the door. "Help! I'm locked inside."

"No, you're not you ass. I unlocked the door you can get out on your own," I said annoyed.

I wish I could leave her locked in the car and just let her sleep it off.

Dylan poked her lip out at me, "But I want you to open the door for me and be all romantical and stuff like before. What if I bump my head getting out?"

"I wasn't being romantic and I'm not helping you. Use those big-ass dreads on your head as a helmet and bring your ass on," I said stomping off to the house.

I had enough. Dylan was wild'n out all the way here. Every time I tried to ask her a question about today she gave me some perverted response. She was being so unserious and laughing at her own stupid jokes. After a while, I just stopped talking hoping her ass would just pass out or something.

Did she pass out? Nope. She just turned up the radio and started singing to the music. Making every damn song that came on the radio about sex. 

Party in the U.S.A. by Miley Cyrus became Party between Jade's Legs. 

"So I opened her legs up, Put her clit on my tongue. Come on baby Squirt away. Thrusting her hips like, yeah. Moving her hips like, yeah. So I opened her legs up, Put her clit on my tongue. You know she gonna cum all day. Yeaaahhhh, It's a Party between Jade's legs."

Guy's help me I can't make this shit up. Like where she just come up with these perverted ass lyrics out of the blue like this? Was Dylan secretly a perverted poet? 

It just got worse from there. My face was so red from being annoyed and embarrassingly turned on you could fry a damn egg on my face. I am so done with her.

I stormed into the house and saw Hazel sitting on the couch. She jumped up when she saw me and ran up to me excitedly. "Oh, Jade how did it go? Did Dylan get the job? No wait Did you and Dylan work things out?"

I stormed past Hazel and went straight to the kitchen opened the cabinet pulled out my bottle of vodka and poured myself a shot. 

"Uh oh. That bad?" Hazel asked watching me.

I downed the shot and made a face as the drink burned its way down. "I don't know if she got the job or not. She said they'd call her and let her know. But she said the interviewers both approved of her so it should be a sure thing."

That was the only information I had successfully gotten out of her.

Hazel pulled up a seat at the counter. "That's good news then. So then what's wrong? Why do you look so irked? Oh no, don't tell me she figured out who you were."

"Yeah, she figured me out from the start. That's not why I'm irked though."

"Then what's wrong Twinny?" Hazel replied.

I opened my mouth to tell her what the problem was when she busted through the door. 

"Machiattoooooo, I'm hungry. Are you going to feed me so we can finish our date or what?"