Summary: Allegra knows what she’s gotten herself into with Dusty, but that doesn’t mean that Dusty doesn’t know exactly how to keep Allegra in line when she has doubts.
Word Count: 655
Warnings: Medication Bribery, Munchausen by Proxy
Allegra’s fingers trembled as she held the small white pill between her thumb and forefinger, staring at it like it was poison. In a way, it was. But she wasn’t concerned about what it might do to her body. Her real drug was sitting across from her, eyes soft and syrupy, lips curved in a knowing smile. Dusty Jackson, the woman who claimed to care, to nurture. But Allegra knew better.
Still, knowing didn’t stop her from wanting it. Wanting her.
“Go on, sweetheart,” Dusty crooned, voice like a lullaby as she nudged a glass of water toward Allegra. “You need this. You’re not feeling well, are you? I can see it in your eyes.”
Allegra’s gaze flickered to Dusty’s hand, which was now gently brushing against hers. That brief touch sent a shiver through her, a rush of warmth curling low in her stomach. She hated how much she craved it, craved her. But she couldn’t resist, not really. Dusty was everything she had been searching for, belonging, purpose, affection. But all of it came with strings.
“I don’t need it,” Allegra whispered, more to herself than to Dusty. The medication wasn’t something she needed at all. She was perfectly healthy. Yet, it had become a twisted game between them, one she was allowing herself to lose.
Dusty’s smile turned saccharine sweet as she leaned closer, her tone positively dripping with concern. “Oh, honey, you do. You’re so fragile, so delicate. Without it, I can’t bear to think what might happen to you.”
She knew what she was doing, pushing Allegra’s buttons with just the right words. She always did. And Allegra hated how much it worked, how much she wanted Dusty to keep caring, keep treating her like something precious. So she sighed, defeated, and popped the pill into her mouth, chasing it down with the glass of water Dusty provided. The bitterness lingered on her tongue, but Dusty’s expression softened, lighting up like Allegra had done something truly good.
“There’s my good girl,” Dusty murmured, slipping an arm around Allegra’s shoulders and pulling her in close. The warmth of her embrace wrapped around Allegra like a blanket. “I’m so proud of you.”
This— this was what Allegra wanted more than anything. It was the way Dusty’s fingers threaded through her hair, the way her voice dipped low, soothing like honeyed tea. For this, Allegra could forget the nagging voice in her mind telling her to run, to escape the grasp that was tightening around her with each passing day.
“Thank you,” Allegra murmured into Dusty’s shoulder, closing her eyes as she leaned into the touch. She wished she could stay in this moment forever, basking in the attention and affection she so desperately craved. But a dark part of her knew that this, too, would be fleeting. Dusty’s care wasn’t unconditional. It came at a price.
“You know I just want what’s best for you, Allegra,” Dusty whispered, her breath warm against Allegra’s ear. “You need someone to take care of you. You’re so lucky I’m here.”
Allegra swallowed hard, tears prickling at the edges of her eyes as she was reminded of that price she was always so willing to pay for these moments. Lucky. That’s what Dusty always said, and in some twisted way, maybe she was right. Allegra had drifted for so long, searching for someone who made her feel like she mattered, even if it came wrapped in manipulation and conditions.
And so she stayed, took the pills, and clung to the affection she was offered. She couldn’t ever be certain if it was real or not, but it felt like it, and wasn’t that good enough? The truth was, Allegra was weak for Dusty, addicted to both the physical affection and the adoring words she received in exchange for her compliance. Dusty’s affection, for all its poison, was the only thing keeping her from feeling completely empty.
You look up from the computer and feel your breath catch and cheeks flush, "Hi- Uhm-" you clear your throat, "Do you have a reservation, ma'am? Otherwise I can't, I'm sorry-"
The older woman rests her hand on yours, "I don't have one, but I'm sure you can find something for me and my granddaughter, can't you?" You swallow, going to say no but the way she was looking at you had you nodding, "I'll have a look for you, ma'am." She flashes you a smile that brings color rushing back to your cheeks, "Thank you, doll."
You couldn't help but let out a giggle at the petname, "I have-" You look at her, "You know I could lose my job for this, right?" She hums, "Well, you just tell whoever pulls those little strings of yours that Dusty Jackson came by, and if they have any issue, they can come find me." You repeat her name in your mind, Dusty Jackson, what a name. "Alright, ma'am. Well- I've moved someone's booking so we have a table available now. Let me take you lovely ladies to it," you smile and bow your head, gesturing for them to follow you while you take them to their table. You pull the seat out for Dusty before moving one out of the way for her granddaughter, you then pour them both a glass of chilled water, "A waiter will be by shortly. Please enjoy your meals."
As you turn to leave, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist and tug you back, making you gasp, "Oh- Is- there something wrong, ma'am?" She gets a pen out from her bag and goes to write on your hand, "Ma'am- I can't-" she gives you a look, pushing the sleeve of your shirt up before writing her name and number on your forearm in cursive, covering the entirety of it, perhaps to match the size of her ego. "Call me once you get off work, and perhaps I'll help you get off too." Your face flushes red, a groan coming from her granddaughter, "Grandma!" Dusty winks at you before letting you go back to the front, you look at the number, admiring her writing before pulling your sleeve back down and focusing on work. You couldn't help but feel her eyes on you the entire time, any time you would look up you'd see the corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk, as if she knew you were watching her too.
Dusty left well before you did, and as she was pushing her granddaughter past you, she pulled her oversized sunglasses down and winked at you before continuing on like she'd done nothing. You'd only met her that day and she was already making your breath catch and cheeks flush in ways no one else has.
Your colleague and friend teased you when you made quick work of changing back into your regular clothes, "You seriously going to call that old lady? Someone's fucking desperate." You roll your eyes, "She's not old. Just because you prefer someone in their forties, doesn't mean the rest of us have to. Go fuck that hollywood blonde and stop giving me shit for who I like." She makes barking noises, "That's what it's like watching you. You sure she's not a dog trainer? No other reason she'd draw a bitch like you in."
You flip her off before leaving, calling Dusty as you walk back to your apartment, "Please work- Did I even enter the right number? Shit-"
"Hello, Dusty Jackson speaking, who's calling?"
Your cheeks heat up at her voice, "Uh- Hi- Hi, it's- It's Yn from the restaurant. The one you-"
"Ah, you. I'd remember a pretty girl like you real easy, doll."
You giggle, surprising yourself that you're acting like a school-girl, "You flatter me, Ms Jackson. So, what did you-"
"I'm only going to tell you this once, doll, so listen real hard, understood?"
"Yes, ma'am." You listen intently as she tells you her address, typing it quickly into your notes on your phone, "Got it, thank you. I'll be there in an hour. Won't be late."
She chuckles, "Good girl." Before the line clicks.
You let out an uneven breath as you head into your place, dropping your bag off and grabbing a quick bite to eat before brushing your teeth and leaving again. "She's a lady- she'll want flowers and wine," you say to yourself as you head to the store, deciding on a live Orchid plant and a nice bottle of red wine before going around to hers, your anxiety rising the closer you got.
You park out front then get out, heading up to her door you ring the bell once before waiting, smiling when she opens the door, "Hi," you breathe out, "I- bought you these." You hand them to her, "I hope you like them." Dusty smiles, "My my, aren't you a darling. Come in." She steps to the side so you could enter, closing the door behind you before heading through to the kitchen to put the plant and wine down. "It's a nice place you have here, Ms Jackson. Cozy," you follow her through.
"Thank you, doll. Open this bottle for me, will you?" She gestures to the wine while she looks for some glasses. You set your keys and wallet down before going into the kitchen, picking the bottle up and popping the cork, your breath hitching when you feel her behind you, "Thank you, doll." You nod, "You're welcome, Ms Jackson." She sets the glasses down and you fill them with wine before setting the bottle back down, putting the cork back in. "Follow me, doll," she says while leaving. You pick the glasses up and follow her, handing one to her once she's seated on the couch before you join her, your glasses clinking together gently before you both take a sip. Dusty moans at the taste, smacking her lips together, "Delicious. You've picked such a lovely drink, doll. I'm surprised you can afford something like this, hm? Working there mustn't pay too well."
You laugh a bit, sitting back, "The tips make up for it. I put on a real nice smile and it brings the cash in." She puts her glass down before grabbing your jaw, her acrylics digging in slightly, "Did you put one on for me, doll? Or was that a real one, hm?" You swallow hard, your cheeks turning red, and you were starting to lose count of how many times it had happened that day, "It- it was a real one, Ms Jackson. Promise." Dusty chuckles and pushes your face away before picking her drink up again, sucking some more back, "Thought so. I've still got it."
You drink some more, hoping it eases your nerves, "Why'd-" you gasp when she suddenly pulls you closer, her lips crashing against yours, wine spilling into your mouth making you groan. Your hands grip the front of her shirt loosely as you kiss her back, almost whining when she pulls away, her thumb swiping away a droplet of red wine from your lip, "Want some more, babydoll?" You nod, "Yes- yes, please." A cocky grin spreads across her face as she sucks more wine into her mouth before kissing you again, her tongue joining the wine in your mouth, making you moan again. You move closer to her, almost in her lap, swallowing the wine before kissing her again, her teeth tugging your bottom lip as she pulls back, "Eager little thing, aren't you? Want momma to make a whore out of you?"
"I'll be anything you want me to be, Dusty," she hums, running her hands over your body before pulling your top off. You stop her halfway, "What about- what about your granddaughter?" She chuckles, "She's off with some silly boy. If she's allowed to have fun in her state, then so am I." She had a point, so you let go of her hands, letting her remove your top, melting under her touch, "Dusty-" Her nails scratch against your skin, even the accessory hanging off one of them tickling against you. She takes your breasts into her hands and squeezes them, enjoying the moans she pulls from you, "Such a noisy thing." Dusty digs her nails in, the pain a nice contrast to the pleasure her touch was bringing you, "I'll be quiet if you want me to-" You groan when she gropes you harder, her lips soon gliding against your neck, teeth sneaking out to graze against you. Your hips rock against her but she's quick to put a stop to it, pushing you down against the couch, "Only I will be bringing you any pleasure, babydoll. As much as I think you'd enjoy putting a show on for me, hm?"
You look up at her, chest heaving somewhat, "Yes, Dusty. I would-" you cut yourself off, you barely knew this woman yet you were willing to do anything she wanted, already hooked on her and those god awful nails of hers. There was something about them, though, that you loved. "You would?" She twists a nipple between her nails, making you whimper, "I would put on a show for you." She smiles, "A desperate bitch." She leans down and kisses you again, her other hand diving into your pants to cup you hard, your hips arching into it, "Dusty-" She teases you through your panties, a hiss escaping you when you feel her acrylic against your clit, "Oh did that hurt? Oh doll, you poor thing." Dusty moves them to the side so she could feel you, a moan escaping the older woman when she feels how wet you are, "Such an easy girl. I say jump, you say-" You moan, grinding against her fingers, "How high?"
Dusty grins, dipping the tips of two fingers into your needy hole, "That's right, doll. You do say how high." You nod quickly, "Please, Dusty- I need you-" your breath catches in your throat as she slides her fingers into you, her nails scraping against your walls making you squirm until she pins your hips down with her other hand, "Now now, doll, don't go acting up like a desperate whore. I don't want to waste my time with whores." You look up at her with parted lips, "I'm not a desperate whore- I'll be good-" She pulls out just to thrust back in hard, her thumb rubbing brutal circles against your clit, "Oh I'm sure you will, doll. You'll be a good little girl for me."
Dusty doesn't stop fingering you, scissoring them inside you, only stopping whenever you got even close to cumming, "Oh you were close? Did you think you could without asking?" You let out a frustrated groan before gasping when she smacks you across the face, "I'm sorry!" You rush out, "I'm sorry, Dusty. Please let me cum. Please." She crooks her fingers inside you, scraping her nail against your clit, "Oh doll, you sound so sweet. Do you want to make a mess over my fingers? All over my nice couch?" You whimper, "I'll clean it Up! I'll clean it-" you moan loudly when she bites your neck roughly, "Damn right you will, doll. Cum for me. That's it-"
You grip the sides of the couch tight, not wanting to ruin her shirt as you orgasm, the blonde's fingers continuing to fuck you through your orgasm before pulling out and shoving them in your mouth. You suck on her fingers eagerly, gagging slightly as she shoves them down further, her eyes taking on a certain intensity to them as she doesn't let up, "Such a good girl. I think, doll, if you want to keep seeing me- I need you to prove yourself." She pulls her fingers out and wipes them on your pants. You take a few deep breaths before responding, "Tell me how, Dusty." Dusty chuckles picking her glass up and finishing her wine, "Already told you, babydoll. I say jump, you say-"
How They Act When They’re Jealous (The Politician Preference)
Dede Standish: Dede doesn’t get jealous much. She trusts you to shut down any flirting you don’t want on your own, or be honest with her if you actually decided to flirt back. As long as you follow that rule, she’s totally okay with it and feels there’s nothing to be jealous about.
Dusty Jackson: Dusty won’t let anyone near enough to you to get so much as a chance to flirt, so take that as her not being jealous at all, or extremely jealous. That’s up to you to interpret. Part of what you fell in love with was her protectiveness of you.
Georgina Hobart: While easily bored of people, Georgina actually gets surprisingly jealous when someone tries to hit on you. Near crazy levels of jealousy. She doesn’t love that about herself, but she’s reassured when you tell her that you like when she defends you and calls you hers.
Hadassah Gold: Hadassah gets super insecure when she’s jealous and worries that you won’t love her enough not to leave her. You really have to be clear and direct that you’re already taken, especially when Hadassah is around, because you know it makes her smile when you choose her over anyone else.
