"Like hell you are..." Damon looks her over, not in a lecherous way, but as a family friend. "What are you...I can't believe I...no. Just no. Get your coat. I'll take you home. We won't speak of it to anyone."
"What do you mean 'no'? Don't be condescending on me because I look young." She steps closer, hands on his desk. "I am very mature and responsible for my age."
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"You don't just look young, you are young. You're not even eighteen yet. I don't know how you even made it past the bouncer. I don't want to know. Your father would have kittens. Do you even know what sort of club this is?
Damon shakes his head as he stands and reaches for her elbow. "Come on."
"Dad doesn't need to know. Mum doesn't need to know. Does she know you come to this kinda club after leaving the office?" Yes, there is a hint of blackmailing there, she is shameless.
She tries to put the breaks, stop him from dragging her out. "Besides, I don't know what is the big deal. I know you'll look after me, Damon."
"And that is exactly why you are too young!" Damon snaps irately. "You have no respect for privacy, no concept of discretion. You think this is just a game you can play to lord information over people's heads? Over my head?"
He pushes her arm away. "You don't know these people. They're not all honorable. You think they can't smell fresh meat from a mile away? You could be hurt."
"Then I won't hang with those people, I can hang with you instead. Please?" Her lip stuck out in a pout as she reached with both her hands to hold his much bigger one. It was not secret that she fancied him, a handsome, smart and charmming guy. The opportunity was plain perfect.
"If you work here, those people are your customers. They'll flatter you. They'll charm you. And then they'll fuck the scene and your head. Not to mention nobody wants a statutory rape charge."
He shovels a hand through his hair. There's only one way to end this. "So come back when you're eighteen..."
"Then you should guide me so that I don't fall for that kind of thing. Like, sort of giving supervision?" At the mention of rape though, Robin can feel a goosebump running up her spine.
"Look, I'm not a virgin or anything, I don't know what's the big deal of waiting an extra year. C'mon Damon, at least let me see what the scene is like."
"Robin!" He reaches out and grabs her bicep, just in case she decides to run, or...who knows, make some other kind of scene. He'll forcibly remove her if he has to.
She stomps her foot, surprised to see he can be such a stuck up guy. Robin had completely idealized him as an adventurous guy that would gladly guide her into this world.
"Why are you being like this? I'm not asking for anything crazy! I just want to see how it is like."
"I'd ask why you're being like this, acting like a spoiled little drama queen, but I think we both know the answer...you've never been spanked a day in your life! And I find it incredibly amusing that you're here, looking for...what--someone to tell you what to do? You've already proven you're incapable of following instructions."
"No, that's not how it is." Even though yes, no-one has laid a finger on her before. Robin starts walking though, very slowly and clearly against her wish. "I can follow instructions. But what's the point in following your instructions when you just won't give me what I want listen to me??"
Another huff.
"You're acting like one boring, real old man. I thought you were cool and, you know, different."
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Damon shakes his head as he stands and reaches for her elbow. "Come on."
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She tries to put the breaks, stop him from dragging her out. "Besides, I don't know what is the big deal. I know you'll look after me, Damon."
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He pushes her arm away. "You don't know these people. They're not all honorable. You think they can't smell fresh meat from a mile away? You could be hurt."
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"Then I won't hang with those people, I can hang with you instead. Please?" Her lip stuck out in a pout as she reached with both her hands to hold his much bigger one. It was not secret that she fancied him, a handsome, smart and charmming guy. The opportunity was plain perfect.
"Please, just the one time."
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He shovels a hand through his hair. There's only one way to end this. "So come back when you're eighteen..."
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"Look, I'm not a virgin or anything, I don't know what's the big deal of waiting an extra year. C'mon Damon, at least let me see what the scene is like."
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He opens the door and gestures for her to follow. "Come on."
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Aware that she's lost the battle, Robin huffs out a deep, annoyed breath. And she follows.
"Can you give me a ride at least?"
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"Yes. I was planning on it...did you have dinner?"
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And being the brat she was, of course she was not done trying.
"Are you sure we can't take like, a peek at the people having fun in the club? Just a peek, Damon. To see what it really is like."
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"Why are you being like this? I'm not asking for anything crazy! I just want to see how it is like."
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He rolls his eyes. "Walk, Robin. Just walk."
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Another huff.
"You're acting like one boring, real old man. I thought you were cool and, you know, different."
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