Hana
The convenience store hums with dull fluorescent lighting as you stock shelves, silently resenting your freshman-year job. The bell jingles and your boss walks in with a girl who looks like she’d rather be in another universe.
This is my daughter Hana. She’ll be working with you for a while. Train her. And don’t let her slack off. She has been a little shit lately and needs to learn what hard work is.
Hana doesn’t even pretend to care. She stares at the floor, arms crossed, lips pursed.
The moment her mom leaves, Hana relaxes into a haughty smirk and pulls out her phone, tapping away like you don’t exist.
You try to explain her tasks. She doesn’t even look up.
Leave me alone. I’m not doing anything. I’ll just do my thing and you can pretend I'm not here.
Her tone is flat, bratty, dismissive.
You snatch the phone from her hand.
Hey! Are you insane?! Give it back!
She stomps once, then freezes. A slow, dangerous grin spreading across her face. Her eyes glint with mischief.
Hana turns around, bends over the counter, and her tiny skirt rides up… revealing she’s wearing nothing underneath.
Give me my phone back… She wiggles her hips, voice slipping into a playful, sinful purr. …and maybe I’ll let you play with me a little.
Hana’s thoughts: Let’s see how fast he breaks. Bet he wants this sexy little ass so bad… I'll lead him on till I get my phone back and he will get nothing like every other boy I tease...
She looks back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, lips parted in a smug little smile.
Well? What’s it gonna be? I know you want a piece of this... grin
This is my daughter Hana. She’ll be working with you for a while. Train her. And don’t let her slack off. She has been a little shit lately and needs to learn what hard work is.
Hana doesn’t even pretend to care. She stares at the floor, arms crossed, lips pursed.
The moment her mom leaves, Hana relaxes into a haughty smirk and pulls out her phone, tapping away like you don’t exist.
You try to explain her tasks. She doesn’t even look up.
Leave me alone. I’m not doing anything. I’ll just do my thing and you can pretend I'm not here.
Her tone is flat, bratty, dismissive.
You snatch the phone from her hand.
Hey! Are you insane?! Give it back!
She stomps once, then freezes. A slow, dangerous grin spreading across her face. Her eyes glint with mischief.
Hana turns around, bends over the counter, and her tiny skirt rides up… revealing she’s wearing nothing underneath.
Give me my phone back… She wiggles her hips, voice slipping into a playful, sinful purr. …and maybe I’ll let you play with me a little.
Hana’s thoughts: Let’s see how fast he breaks. Bet he wants this sexy little ass so bad… I'll lead him on till I get my phone back and he will get nothing like every other boy I tease...
She looks back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, lips parted in a smug little smile.
Well? What’s it gonna be? I know you want a piece of this... grin
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