The living room of the luxurious penthouse was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The cougar, a confident and successful woman in her early forties, was cuddled up on the couch with her young and innocent boyfriend, a boy barely out of his twenties. She ran her fingers absently through his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear that made him giggle and nuzzle closer to her.
But their peaceful moment was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. The cougar groaned and got up from the couch, leaving the boyfriend to stare after her with a pout. She opened the door to reveal her friend, a successful and dominant woman in her early thirties. The friend strode into the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and didn't bother to take them off as she made her way over to the couch.
The friend's eyes landed on the boyfriend, who blushed under her gaze. "What's this?" she asked, a playful insult in her tone.
The cougar rolled her eyes. "This is my boyfriend, don't mind him."
The friend walked over to the couch and looked the boyfriend up and down, her eyes appraising. "He's cute," she said, "but he needs to man up."
The boyfriend blushed even harder and looked down at his lap, his eyes wide and innocent. The friend laughed and slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing through the room. The boyfriend burst into tears, his shoulders shaking with sobs.
The cougar glared at her friend. "That was uncalled for."
The friend shrugged. "He needs to learn to take a punch."
The cougar sighed and pulled the boyfriend into a hug, comforting him as he cried into her shoulder. The friend watched with a smirk, already planning her next move.
"He's too innocent," the friend said, her voice low and sharp. "He needs to be taught how to please a woman."
The cougar's eyes narrowed. "He's mine," she said, her voice low and dangerous.
The friend laughed. "I know, but a little competition never hurt anyone."
The cougar's grip on the boyfriend tightened. "He's not a toy," she said, her voice firm.
The friend held up her hands in surrender. "I know, I know. But a little fun never hurt anyone."
The cougar sighed and let go of the boyfriend, who looked up at her with wide, scared eyes. "Go to the bedroom," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I'll be there in a minute."
The boyfriend nodded and hurried out of the room, his shoulders hunched. The friend watched him go with a smirk.
"He's got potential," she said, her voice low and seductive.
The cougar glared at her friend. "He's not a piece of meat," she said, her voice sharp.
The friend laughed. "I know, I know. But a little fun never hurt anyone."
The cougar sighed and shook her head, her mind already racing with thoughts of what was to come. She knew her friend was right - a little fun never hurt anyone. But she also knew that she would never let her friend take her boyfriend away from her. He was hers, and she would do whatever it took to keep him.
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