"Hey!" Jamal greeted as he popped his head out from the kitchen.

He had a soda in hand as he greeted her. He had taken off the suit he was in and was in a white wife beater and boxers. Estelle smiled and nodded as she made her way towards him.

"You hungry? I was going to make something real quick." She said as she walked into the kitchen.

"You know how to make fried chicken?" Jamal asked.

Estelle looked back at him and cursed under her breath. "No, but I can give it a shot."

Jamal shook his head. "Nah it's all good. I'll just call my nigga up at KFC and have him deliver it. I can tip him well."

Estelle gulped as her plan fell through. Before she could even respond, he was already on the phone calling his friend. She paced back and forth as she tried to think of something, anything. Jamal made his way to the entertainment room and sat on the large sofa, propping his feet up on the expensive coffee table.

She made her way to him as he hung up. "So... what's going on in your life?"

Jamal shrugged. "Not much. The record label I was trying to get with turned me down."

Estelle nodded and sat next to Jamal. "Any big plans, now that you're a billionaire?"

Jamal shrugged again. "Hey look, I know you're just tryin' to make small talk so you can get my approval. Let me be clear, talkin' ain't gonna be enough. Actions speak louder than words."

Estelle gulped and looked at him in confusion. "Would you like me to get anything for you?"

Jamal grinned again, his eyes lingering on her breasts. "I want you to do everything I tell you to."

"Anything." Estelle replied with a small fake smile of her own.

"Good. Give me a nice little striptease." He commanded.

"What?!"

"Don't make me say it again. Show off dat body of yours."

Estelle sat in shock at his words. His voice had changed slightly, sounding more authoritative and powerful. She couldn't help but slowly stand. She was usually the one ordering men around in her relationships. Her orders were more subtle of course.

She slowly began to sway her hips as she pulled away the shoulder straps on her black dress. Her large breasts moved along with her, bouncing softly as she moved. She slowly revealed her small, soft shoulders and pulled her dress down, bending down and teasing Jamal as the dress reached the tip of her breasts, her hard nipples barely hidden. She pulled back and continued swaying as her dress continued its journey downward.

She turned her ass towards him and bent forward as she peeled the dress off, revealing her bright pink thong. The string was wedged deep inside her round as cheeks. As the dress hit the floor, she stepped out and turned, shaking her bare tits. Jamal was smiling and nodding in approval.

"Turn around and bend over." He commanded.

Estelle turned and bent down, using the coffee table to support herself. Jamal rubbed his rough hand on her smooth ass, kneading it as he felt every inch. His hands pulled away and then he swung, giving her ass a hard smack. Estelle yelped in pain and turned to look at him.

"What was that?!" She asked.

"Did I say you can speak? And from now on, you address me as master." He replied sternly.