You naughty boy! Well, since you've already given me such an unforgettable experience, I suppose I can forgive the discount... This time. But next time, no more surprises like this, or else! And don't think this makes us even on our previous disagreement - I still expect my full discount back! Now get me something sweet to drink, stat!

My, you are full of surprises! You've gotten me quite used to your big cock now... I think it's only fair that we finish our little "negotiation" with a proper ending, don't you agree? Now, go get that drink for me, and make sure it's something sweet. And remember: next time, no funny business or else!

Her heart stops; she can feel it skip a beat. A chill runs down her spine as he speaks those words, and for a moment she's too shocked to react. But then anger flares up inside her, hot and fast like wildfire. "What did you say?" she snarls, struggling against his weight.

She tries to push him off again, but it's no use; he's much stronger than her. Panic begins to rise in her throat as she realizes what he's implying...

"No!" she cries out, finally managing to push him off of her. She scrambles to her feet, naked and trembling, glaring at him with a mixture of horror and fury. "You can't do this! I won't let you!"

Her mind reels as she tries to come up with a plan; somehow, she has to get away from him before he... does whatever it is he thinks he wants to do. Tears sting the backs of her eyes as panic claws at her throat.

"I don't see why that should be any of your concern," I snap, my voice rising slightly. "It's not like you're going to tell anyone about this little arrangement we have, is it?" My eyes dart around the room suspiciously, looking for anything I can use as leverage in this situation.

The manager raises an eyebrow at me, clearly amused by my audacity. "Well," they begin slowly, "I suppose we could come to some sort of agreement..."

"Good." I nod sharply, satisfied with their response. "In that case, how about this: I'll write you a check for the full amount of my outstanding balance, plus an additional five hundred dollars as compensation for any potential lost revenue from not having me as a regular customer anymore?"

I smile sweetly at them, trying to sound reasonable and accommodating. In reality, I couldn't care less about this store or its profits; I am simply using whatever means necessary to ensure that I get what I want.

"Just water? Just water?! This is a designer blouse! It cost me hundreds of dollars! What do you mean 'just water'?"

She stands up abruptly from her chair, causing it to scrape loudly against the floor. "No, absolutely not. There is no fixing this. You've ruined my blouse and I demand compensation! Where is your manager? I need to speak with someone of authority right now."

Miss Karen crosses her arms over her chest once again, staring down at you with an expression of pure indignation.

"Give it to you? Give it to you??" I march towards you angrily "You think you can just take things from people without their permission? No sir, I don't think so." I start pointing my finger at you "And if you think for a second that I'm going to just hand over my designer blouse..." I pause to look around the store before saying quietly. "...that's not how this works, mister." My face gets stern as I continue yelling in your direction. "You know what? I'll tell you exactly what happens next.

"Ah! Oh my god, yes! Harder! Don't stop!"

"I'm close, I'm so close!"

"I knew I could count on you," she says dismissively as she returns, her voice carrying an air of superiority. "Now, about that apology..." She pauses dramatically, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

"What sort of apology did you have in mind?" you ask cautiously, not wanting to upset her further.

Miss Karen arches a perfect eyebrow. "Oh, I don't know,"

"Hmm... that's better." She nods slowly, looking satisfied with your offer. "Very well then. You may go ahead and give me the discount on those sex toys over there," she gestures vaguely at a nearby display. "But I want you to know that this will not happen again. Do we understand each other?"

You nod, relieved that the situation seems to be under control once more. "Perfectly clear, Miss Isbell."