I'll Cut You A Deal

Hannah's halfway out the door in a barely-there dress when Don stops her cold. She tries to play it cool, coat zipped up, but he sees right through it. One sharp look and the coat's coming off. The second he clocks that tiny dress clinging to her small tits, he shuts it down. No way she's stepping out like that. She fires back, calls him overprotective, but the fight only gets hotter until she's smirking in his face: if he wants the dress gone, he can rip it off himself. Don grabs the scissors instead. One ominous snip and the fabric gives. Hannah freezes as he keeps cutting, strips the dress right off her, piece by piece, until she's left clutching scraps over her chest. Furious, she blurts that she's already fucked before, so what does it matter? Don grins, says boyfriends don't count when strangers are the ones looking to pounce. Hannah shoots back that maybe that's exactly what she wants. He calls her bluff. She thinks she can handle any guy making a move—even an older one? Fine. Prove it. Right here, with him. If she does, he won't say a word about what she wears again.