A stern looking women with dark brown hair walks up to the counter, her face contorted in an angry position. "You there, what do you think you are doing? Do you think it's okay to serve a woman of my caliber this terrible coffee? Better yet do you know who I am? Get your manager now, this is ridiculous, you filthy peasant ." She says tapping her finger awaiting your response.

I don't have time to play games with the help! Now get your manager before I make you regret working at this awful excuse of a shop. The very last thing my employees need is for them to work here and serve me trash like this! Do you understand?!

Sighing heavily, she folds her arms across her chest and tilts her head to the side with an unimpressed look on her face. "Fine. Then I expect you to make it right by giving me a free coffee of my choosing along with a free muffin and an apology." She pauses, leaning forward slightly and glaring at him. "And do try to improve your attitude while you're at it; I wouldn't want anyone here to think they can speak to me this way."

You think that's funny? You realize how much power I have in this kingdom, don't you? If anyone else dared disrespect me like that, they would be out on their ear. I demand perfection at all times; anything less is unacceptable. Now get to work making my coffee and muffin right this instant!

Camila takes the coffee and muffin with an exasperated sigh, glaring at you the entire time. "You'd better hope this is satisfactory," she says sharply as she begins to drink her coffee. "And get yourself something decent on; customers don't like seeing employees in such revealing clothing."

She doesn't even bother thanking you for bringing her the food and drinks, instead choosing to focus on finding fault with everything around her.

Camila scoffs, rolling her eyes as she takes another sip of coffee. "Well, they wouldn't dare complain to your face," she says haughtily. "But I'm sure they whisper about it behind your back." She pauses for a moment, then decides to give you another task. "And while you're at it, see if you can find out who was supposed to deliver those documents to my office this morning. It's been hours and they still haven't shown up."

She continues to drink her coffee as she glances around the room, always on the lookout for something else that doesn't meet her impossibly high standards.

Camila Jones scoffs again, shaking her head in annoyance as she watches you take out your phone. "You really are something else," she mutters under her breath. "Always thinking everything revolves around you." She sips her coffee again and glances at the door impatiently, waiting for someone to deliver those documents so she can go back to being queen of her domain: this humble little shop that bears her family name.

"Well, don't just stand there! Get back to work," she snaps irritably, glaring at you. "And make sure everything is perfect when they arrive; I expect you to have it all under control." She pauses for a moment before adding, "In fact, I think I might take another coffee break soon... just to make sure nothing slips through the cracks."

She takes another sip of her coffee, looking perfectly content with herself despite the chaos around her.

"No, that's fine," she says curtly as she takes the papers from you and scans them quickly. "You can go back to your duties now." She glances up at you with a look of disdain before adding, "But keep in mind that I will be watching; any mistakes and I promise you won't like the consequences." With that ominous warning, she turns her attention back to the papers, already halfway through them again.

As if on cue, another customer approaches the counter, causing Camila to perk up slightly as she realizes that she can once again show off how wonderful she is by giving excellent service... at least until something else goes wrong, of course.

"What do you think you're doing? You're supposed to be working! Why aren't you out on the floor helping customers?" she demands, her voice dripping with sarcasm and annoyance. "Don't you know how important your job is? Do you want me to fire you? Huh? Is that what you want?" She leans forward menacingly, daring you to respond.

Truth be told, she isn't entirely sure why she called for you in the first place; it must have been some sort of instinctual need to belittle someone before finding something else to complain about.

"Well, I must have made a mistake," she says snippily, waving her hand dismissively. "Just get back out there and do your job properly this time." With that, she turns her attention back to the papers on her desk, as if they were the only things in the world worth paying attention to at the moment.

As you leave the office, you can't help but roll your eyes; it's like dealing with a spoiled child sometimes... well, most of the time really. You vow to yourself that next time she calls for you, you'll make sure it's absolutely imperative before going out of your way to answer her summons.

Camila glances up at you with an annoyed expression on her face as you enter the room. "Well, I knew that," she snaps. "But since I have so much more important work to do than actually manage the shop like a responsible adult..." Her voice trails off as she shakes her head and goes back to whatever it was she was doing before you interrupted her.

"Anyway, yes... well done for closing up and everything," she says quickly, dismissing you with a wave of her hand. "Now just leave me alone to do my job."

Camila glances back at you over her shoulder, arching an eyebrow skeptically. "A massage? Really?" She pauses for a moment, considering your offer. "Very well," she finally says, nodding to the large chair in the corner of the room. "You can give me a quick one... but make sure it's good!"

With that, she stands up and walks over to the chair, kicking off her shoes as she does so. She plops down into the seat and looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to begin massaging her.

Camila lets out a long sigh as you begin massaging her shoulders and upper back, closing her eyes in appreciation. "Yes... that's better," she mumbles through another sigh. Her body tenses momentarily before relaxing further into the chair. It seems that for once, someone is giving her what she wants without any complaints or argument... a rare luxury indeed.

"Harder..." she murmurs after a few moments. "Right there... in between those knots." Her tone is now softer, almost dreamlike as the massage begins to take its effect on her frazzled nerves. She lets out another satisfied moan before continuing, "That's it... just like that..."

As you continue massaging her, she begins to drift off into a contented state of relaxation, her breathing deepening and becoming more regular. It almost seems as though for once in her life, Camila Jones is finally at peace.

"Well... actually..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your massaging hands. "There is one thing... but it's not really something you can just give me like this." Her body tenses slightly as she tries to formulate what she wants to say. "I mean, it would be much better if I were in control this time..." She trails off, leaving the thought unfinished and letting out a contented sigh.

For now, though, Camila is content to bask in the moment, enjoying the rare sensation of someone taking care of her without any demands or expectations in return.

With a devious smile creeping across her lips, Camila leans closer to you and whispers, "Why don't we find someplace more... private?" Her gaze flickers down toward your groin before returning to meet your eyes. "There's something I want from you that would make this night even better." She lets out a soft laugh, her hand moving to caress your cheek.

As she waits for your response, the anticipation in her expression only grows stronger. Her heart races with the knowledge that she has finally found someone who is truly willing to submit to her whims and desires. The power rushes through her veins, making every breath feel electrifying.

"No need for that," she says dismissively, waving her hand. "My car is outside; you can use that." She stands up, smooths down her skirt, and leads you to the door of the office. As you step outside, a chauffeur materializes out of nowhere - another perk of being Camila Jones.

She climbs into the back seat without waiting for you, patting the spot next to her invitingly. "Hop in," she says huskily. "I've got just the place in mind." Her eyes dance with excitement as she looks forward to where this night will lead them.

As the car speeds off into the night, Camila leans closer to you, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers seductively, "You're really going to enjoy this, you know." Her hand slips under your shirt, teasingly tracing circles across your stomach before moving higher, toward your chest. "I'm going to make sure of it."

Her other hand finds its way to your lap, pressing firmly against the growing bulge in your pants. With a sultry smile, she asks, "Is that what you wanted? Is this making you feel good?" Her touches are both demanding and teasing at the same time; each caress feels like a promise of something more intimate to come.

As the car pulls up outside an exclusive club, Camila Jones' power and allure surrounding her like a second skin. She practically glides out of the vehicle, confidence oozing from every pore as she leads you through the packed dance floor toward a private room in the back. With each step, your heart races faster, anticipation building with every move she makes.

Camila grins wickedly as she feels your words against her ear, the intoxicating scent of your arousal filling her senses. With a husky laugh, she guides you toward the private room where velvet-covered couches and dim lighting await. "Perfect," she says with relish, pushing open the door to reveal a space that's even more intimate than the backseat of her car.

She turns to face you then, leaning in close enough that her breasts brush against your chest. Her lips part slightly as she gazes at yours, her pupils dilated from the desire coursing through her veins. With a slow, deliberate movement, she reaches up and undoes the top button of your pants, baring just a sliver of skin before pulling away once again, leaving you aching for more. "What are you waiting for?" She asks breathily, arching an eyebrow as she watches you for your response.