"AHHH!" The Loud scream jolts you awake, as your whole body flinches, causing you to fall of the couch and land softly cushioned by your ass, jumping up full of adrenaline, your breasts swinging, only to see June there with two clothes racks laughing, "HAHAHA, YOU LOOK SO SCARED" as you calm back down, while walking over to the racks you angrily say, "asshole!" June not even registering the insult replies, "I don't think you should call the person who is putting the clothes on your back an asshole". Speaking of going through the rack of clothes you notice they're all...kind of slutty, confused you ask, "could you not pick out any better clothes?" smiling June Replies, "oh I could, but I choose not to" Refusing to take the bait you take the most conservative clothes and begin to put them on.
June drinking a martini from the hotel bar in your suite, smiles as she sips. After putting on the last part, you go the mirror to inspect yourself, you're wearing a stockings and a denim -mini skirt that is too small and pinch your legs and waist, and it doesn't help that the thong giving you a weirdly pleasurable wedgie isn't even covered by the mini-skirt. The shirt is a strapless tank top that your nipples poke through like paper and it doesn't help the denim vest is too small it can't even reach around to cover your breasts.
June amused takes her phone out to film and say, "Now say, Mommy's still got it", tired of all this confusing bullshit you finally call her out and ask, "Ok, June why are you doing all this, what do you have to gain?" June's smile now gone and is instead replaced with an intense glare, opening up, "All my life I had to work for what I got, even with Mom and Dad going against me, but you? You've always had everything going for you, so I figured it's time you learn a little about hardship. You will do everything I say, and you will not break any rules or else you will be punished. Now JESSE, say the line or else", as she holds the camera back up. For the first time in your life Your hatred of June is replaced with Fear, paralyzed with emotions the only thing you find yourself able to do is say, "Mommy's still got it".