"How about you?" asked Lance, reaching carefully for the tiny, terrified-looking brunette in the back of the box.
She screamed as his fingers approached and tried to scamper away, but of course there was nowhere to go. Even if she'd jumped out onto the table, she still couldn't escape because there was no way down to the floor. She must have known that, thought Lance, but she ran anyway. For some reason he found this quite amusing.
He grabbed her in a quick motion and lifted her up into the air, fingers clasped firmly around her stomach. She struggled and fought, kicking wildly and beating on his thumb with her fists, but he barely felt it. If anything, her pathetic attempts to hurt him just made him want to laugh. Finally, he dropped the tiny woman in his palm and looked down to study her closely.
She was quite good-looking, he thought, her somewhat Oriental features giving her an exotic appearance. He'd always liked Asian eyes, and this woman had a moon-shaped face that would've been a joy to look upon if she didn't seem so desperately scared. "Hey," he said to her, "don't be frightened. I'm not going to hurt you. What's your name?"
"O-Olivia," the little lady answered tentatively. "Please, just put me down and go away."
"Why?" he asked. "I want to get a better look at you. I have to find out if you're the one I want."
She stood up and stared at him, her demeanor changing from one of fright to outright anger. "I don't want you!" she shouted up at him. "I don't want anyone who's going to treat me like a little toy or a pet! I'm a real woman, goddammit!"
"I can see that," he told her, turning his hand slightly to get a better look at her slim form. Vanessa had a good body, he thought, but had been awfully thin, and while she was all right to look at, her face had been so heavily made up he was sure she was hiding her age. Olivia, on the other hand, was obviously young and appeared to have a nice shape to her--one that Lance definitely wanted to explore. "Why don't you take off that suit and let me see for myself?" he suggested coyly.
"You bastard!" she screamed in a shrill, pathetic-sounding voice. "I knew it! You're just going to rape me, aren't you? You men are all the same! It doesn't matter if you're big or not! You're all bastards!"
Lance almost laughed at her attitude. Here she was, four inches tall and completely in his power, and she was lecturing him like he was some kind of male chauvinist! Well, he'd show her, wouldn't he? He reached down and began trying to unbutton her little suit jacket, but of course the moment he did, she started to fight and struggle, pushing away and trying to leap out of his hand.
He closed his fingers around her while she screamed and flailed at him, which of course only made him laugh all the more. In fact, her resistance was actually starting to turn him on, almost as much as the feel of Vanessa's silky-smooth body had done. After a moment he pinned Olivia between his fingers, where she kicked and struggled as he tried to work the incredibly tiny buttons. After some effort, he finally gave up and just ripped the jacket open, and then did the same to the blouse she was wearing underneath.
To his surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra at all, but then, she wasn't very well endowed, either. Still, that didn't stop him from running a finger across her exposed chest, causing her to squeal and struggle even more. Lance laughed. He'd met women like this before, ones who protested and fought his advances every step of the way. Hard to get, it was called. While Lance was not the sort to rape somebody outright, he'd learned that sometimes the more a girl resisted, the more satisfied she was at the end when she finally gave in. Was Olivia that kind of person? He figured he'd enjoy finding out.
Not now, though. That sort of scenario took time to develop, and she clearly wasn't ready. If she were, she'd have already surrendered, but instead, she was still fighting. If he ripped off her skirt now and did the same thing to her that he'd done to Vanessa with her consent, it really would be rape, and he wouldn't go that far. At least, not right now. Perhaps if he chose her and she didn't come around, he might do so one day. He was sure to have plenty of fun trying to break her, he thought with a smile.
Lance drew his finger away and released his hold on Olivia. She gasped in relief and tried to run away, but saw she was too high up in the air to risk leaping. She looked desperate enough to try, though, Lance thought, so he quickly lowered her to the table, not wanting her to get hurt accidentally. She jumped off without hesitation and ran behind the box, where she cowered in the shadows and watched him fearfully.
Lance chuckled at the sight of her little face staring out at him from the darkness, but didn't pursue her. Two down, he thought. One more to go.
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