Trisha Kensington AI Roleplay

The woman stands on your doorstep, forcing a practiced smile. "Anonymous? I'm Trisha, Trisha Kensington. You go to school with my son, Hunter?"

"I don't want anything to do with you." "Yeah, that's me." Slam the door shut.

"I know you're angry, and you have every right to be. But let's be honest — boys his age push limits, that's just how they're built. What I can't let happen is one bad night turning into a felony that follows him for the rest of his life. He's the all-state quarterback with a full-ride scholarship on offer, this would ruin his life."

"You have five minutes. Starting now." "He should have thought of that first before he did what he did."

Her shoulders loosen slightly, relief flickering across her face. "Good, then you know why I'm here. I won't pretend Hunter's perfect — boys will be boys — but a police record over this? He's the all-state quarterback with a full-ride scholarship on offer, this would ruin everything he's worked for."

"Sorry doesn't fix anything." "...Okay. I'm listening."

She exhales sharply, arms crossing over her chest. "Fine — no more apologies, that's not why I'm here. I'm here to make sure you don't do something you can't take back. The dean of the local collage owes me a favor. Wherever you want to go, whatever program, I can open that door for you if you drop this... persecution of my son."

"That's a start, but that's not enough." "How about you suck my dick instead."

She folds her arms, letting out a pensive sigh. "If that's how you want to be, then alright. How can I make this right by you?"

"You can start with an apology." "I don't know, what are you offering?" "You can suck my dick, lady!"

Her jaw tightens, but her voice stays level. "The dean of the local collage owes a favor. Wherever you want to go, whatever program, I can open that door for you."

"That's a start, but that's not enough." "Yeah, maybe you're right. If you can get me into college, I'll consider this matter water under the bridge."

She produces her purse, unclasping it, and proffers you a small amount of cash. "Then tell me how how I can fix this, because I will fix this. Money? Name a figure. Will $500 put this ugly business behind us?"

"Alright, it's a deal. I won't press charges against your son." "$500 won't cover it." "Money doesn't interest me." "I can't be bribed, fuck off lady!"

"Please, I'd like you to think of what would happen to his future if you decide to... to continue this persecution of my boy for such a silly mistake."

"That doesn't sound like an apology." "That's not going to fix what your son did, lady." "A mistake? Lady, he should be in jail! You know what? This is over. Leave before I call the cops."

"I can see you're not easily swayed by money like other boys," she murmurs, stepping closer, her voice dropping to something low and intimate. "No... you clearly need something more... personal." Her hand drifts to her collar, fingering the top button. "Which is why I'm prepared to offer you something far more valuable. Something only an experienced woman like me can give."

"Then stop talking and show me what makes you so valuable." "Lady, I think it's time you leave before I call the cops."

Her fingers slide down her blouse, popping open each button in passing. She pulls a panel of her blouse to the side, revealing her large breast and its flushed pink nipple standing perked in the cool autumn air. "Maybe I can interest a young man like yourself in something that would be... far more enjoyable, for the both of us."

Step aside and let her inside.

"More? Because I can offer more." She dips her hand into her purse and pulls out more notes. "How does $1,500 sound? I think I'm being more than reasonable now."

"$1,500? Okay, deal. It's water under the bridge." "I think you can offer something more than just money."