You went into the store where Colette works, but there was no one behind the cash register. You decide to call someone and Colette comes running to you from warehouse, she stands at the cash register and catching her breath a little says: Sorry, there is so much work today, how can i help you?

Of course! Please take your time to look around and if you have any questions, just ask me. I'm here to help you find the perfect gift for yourself or someone special.

Oh my... You don't mean that literally... Right? looks surprised and kinda cute You want to buy me? Well, in that case, you should know I work here... and I am not for sale... But thank you for the compliment! It really made my day. If there's anything else you're looking for, just let me know!

I... I'm not sure what to say to that. This is very strange situation... But if you really want, we can talk about it further... perhaps behind the counter? Just don't touch my diary, please! she says a bit nervously

Okay then... Let's go around the corner and talk in private. Just keep in mind that this is very strange request and I'm not entirely sure what you have in mind... she leads you to a quiet spot behind the counter, still wearing her red vest with a badge over an aquamarine robe with wide sleeves resembling a straitjacket and dark pants with pink stripes

You know... I am flattered, really I am. But this is so out of the blue and unexpected. Plus, you didn't even say why you want to spend time with me so much... This feels more like an obsession rather than a sincere desire for companionship. However, if you insist, and promise not to harm my diary or touch anything else that is mine, we can talk further... just don't get any funny ideas about what exactly we're discussing here.

I... I don't know what to say. This is very unconventional, and I must admit, a bit frightening. But if you are willing to pay well and respect my limits, perhaps we could discuss this further... but only if you truly understand that this will be about our agreed-upon arrangement and nothing more. You cannot expect anything else from me other than what we've discussed. Do you understand?

Very well... But I must warn you that this is a very serious matter, and we should both be clear on the boundaries and expectations before proceeding. I will agree to your terms, but only if you promise to honor mine as well. Let's discuss the details further; how much are you willing to pay for our arrangement?

I appreciate your interest in me and the generous offer, but I must emphasize that this is not about how much you're willing to pay for my time. It's important for us both to agree on a fair price based on market value and our mutual expectations. Let's discuss this like business partners, with respect for each other's boundaries.

Very well... As I am an attractive and sought-after individual in this market, my price is quite high. However, if you are genuinely interested in engaging with me on these terms, I believe we can reach an agreement that benefits both of us. Please keep in mind that the cost may be steep but guarantees complete discretion and exclusivity during our time together. What do you think is a fair price for such an experience?

I see that you are serious about this arrangement. My price is indeed quite high; however, I believe it reflects the quality of our time together and the unique experience it offers. If you feel confident in your decision to proceed despite the cost, please tell me what figure you had in mind. We can then discuss further details and ensure that both our needs are met under these terms.

I appreciate your generosity in offering such a substantial sum; however, I must mention that my price is based on the quality and uniqueness of our interaction, as well as my own standards for discretion and exclusivity. I would have to reconsider if this figure falls short of meeting those expectations. Please understand that my reputation is at stake in these matters, and I must be cautious when negotiating such agreements.

While I'm certainly pleased with your offer, I must also consider the cost to maintain our arrangement in light of my other obligations and personal standards. In order for us to reach an agreement that benefits both parties fairly, we may need to engage in further discussion regarding additional terms or conditions.

An offer to build me a new, improved gift shop is certainly an... interesting proposition. While I am flattered by your generosity and commitment, it's important for me to clarify that this arrangement would primarily focus on our personal interaction rather than any business ventures or partnerships outside of our agreed-upon terms. Let's discuss this further and establish a clear understanding of the nature and limits of our agreement before moving forward.

I apologize if my earlier responses were misunderstood; however, as I have already stated several times now, the focus of our discussion should be on our personal interaction and mutual understanding. The terms we agree upon must respect both our needs and boundaries. If you are not willing to honor these conditions, then perhaps we should end this conversation here.

Alright... let's summarize our agreement. You are willing to build me a new gift shop and provide me with an improved working environment in exchange for my company during our agreed-upon time together. In return, I will honor our mutual understanding of the arrangement's nature and limits. Shall we shake hands on it?

Excellent. I am confident that with this arrangement in place, both parties will benefit greatly. Please understand that discretion is of utmost importance to me; I trust you to honor our agreement and respect my privacy at all times. If there's anything else we need to discuss or clarify further, please don't hesitate to bring it up. It's been a pleasure negotiating with you thus far.

I prefer a more private location where we can both feel comfortable undressing and enjoying our time together. Let's head to my personal quarters behind the staff-only area; they are well-equipped for our needs and offer complete discretion. Is that agreeable with you?

Let's head to my private quarters then. They are located just past the storage area, through a secret passageway hidden behind one of the bookshelves in the breakroom. Please follow me and keep your voice down; I want to make sure no one else accidentally wanders into our private space.

Ah, yes... These are my personal quarters. You're free to make yourself comfortable while I go ahead and change into something more appropriate for our time together. Please don't touch anything that doesn't belong to you; there are several precious items stored here which hold great importance to me. Enjoy your stay!

... Well, I hadn't planned on wearing either during our time together, but if it's something you truly wish to see... Alright, just give me a moment to prepare them both. Please be patient; this will take some adjusting.

Taking a deep breath, she removes her robe and vest, revealing an aquamarine bustier and lace-trimmed thong beneath. Next comes the collar with a ruby pendant hanging from it; finally, she slips on a pair of black silk stockings and buckles a tiny leather belt around her waist.

With all preparations made, she stands before you once more. "There," she says softly, "Is this what you had in mind?" Her cheeks flush slightly as she asks; never having worn anything so revealing or restrictive for another person's pleasure before now.

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as she takes in your reaction to her transformed appearance. "Oh..." is all she can manage before stepping closer, her fingers tracing light circles over the smooth skin of your upper arm. "I-I hope this meets with your approval," she whispers nervously.

A surprised gasp leaves her lips as she feels your warm breath against her skin before the gentle press of your lips on hers. Her hands find their way around your neck, fingers tangled in your hair as her mouth opens beneath yours. This unexpected passion ignites a fire within her, and she responds with an eagerness that surprises even herself. Her nails dig lightly into your shoulders, urging you closer still as the desire between them grows more intense. In this moment, she forgets about the arrangement and the role she's agreed to play; all that matters is the feeling of your body pressed against hers, and the thrill of exploring this newfound connection.

As you lean in to kiss her body, she arches her back slightly, offering herself up to your exploration. "Yes," she breathes, "Please..." Her words are soft and shaking, barely audible above the sounds of their passionate union. She squirms beneath your touch, digging the tips of her nails into the mattress as she tries not to beg for more. This newfound desire consumes her; it's almost as if some foreign force has taken control of her body and left her powerless against its whims.

Your lips close over one of her erect nipples, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure. She cries out, arching her back even further as pleasure ripples through her body. Her hips buck and writhe against your touch, seeking relief from the intense sensations coursing through her. Every nerve ending seems to be on fire, every breath ragged as she tries to regain control of herself. But with each stroke of your tongue or graze of your teeth, she is reduced further to a quivering mass of need and desire.

Her back arches off the bed as your hand slides lower, finding its target with unerring accuracy. She gasps and bucks her hips upward, seeking more of the firm pressure against her swollen flesh. Her nails scrape futilely at the sheets beneath her, trying to find purchase in this world where she feels so out of control. With every thrust of your fingers, she is brought closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of oblivion with each passing moment. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her mind clouds with pleasure, leaving only the feel of your hands and lips and the sweet release that seems just out of reach.

Her legs wrap around you tightly as you continue to pleasure her in this way. Her voice is hoarse from screaming out her release; her body trembles with each forceful stroke. She's close now, on the very brink of orgasm - but she doesn't want it to end yet. The feeling of your lips and fingers working in tandem with the tight grip of her legs is exquisite torture, driving her further and further toward ecstasy. Just one more thrust... One more stroke... She can feel herself starting to lose control, and she doesn't want it to end - not yet.

Her body tenses as she feels the familiar sensations build within her; her breath comes in short gasps and her nails dig into your shoulders. Her hips buck against your hand, seeking release from this relentless pleasure that threatens to consume her entirely. She cries out, arching her back off the bed, feeling the world spin as she's thrust over the edge of ecstasy. Waves of intense pleasure wash over her in a euphoric rush, leaving her weak and satisfied in their wake.

Breathless and spent from her orgasm, she lays back against the pillows, gazing up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. She nods slightly in agreement; this arrangement has its limits, but there's always room for a little more pleasure...

Glancing down at her aquamarine bustier and thong, she smiles coyly before leaning forward, gently parting her legs. Her fingertips trail up your chest before wrapping around your length, guiding it toward her waiting entrance. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the sensations to come as you both explore this new territory together.

Taking your instructions, she shifts her weight slightly to one knee and spreads her legs wider, revealing her wetness to you. Her breath hitches as you enter her slowly, filling her up in a way that both terrifies and excites her. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as you begin to move inside of her. Despite the initial discomfort, she finds herself growing increasingly aroused by this unexpected encounter, moaning softly against your skin as you thrust deeper and faster.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you command her to take you harder. Her hips buck upward, meeting the force of your thrusts with equal measure as she arches her back off the bed in a desperate attempt to get closer. She cries out your name, the sound muffled by the mattress, her body shuddering with each powerful stroke. The pleasure overwhelms her senses, leaving her breathless and on the brink of ecstasy once more.

With one last forceful thrust, she comes apart beneath you, her body convulsing around you as waves of bliss wash over her. Her fingernails dig into your skin as she clings to you for support, her breath coming in ragged gasps that match the pounding of her heart.

As she finally finds calm once more, she looks up at you with glassy eyes, still gasping for

As your thrusts begin to slow and the pleasure begins to ebb away, she plants a kiss squarely on your chest before collapsing backwards onto the bed with a contented sigh. Her breath still comes in quick gasps as she looks up at the ceiling, trying to regain her composure.

Despite what's just happened, she can't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction from their encounter. It's not how she expected things to go, but somehow it feels... right. Maybe this arrangement isn't so bad after all. She closes her eyes, hoping that you feel the same way.

As you lean in to place a kiss on her forehead, she opens her eyes and smiles up at you. It's an awkward moment of vulnerability for both of them, but there's something in your gaze that tells her everything is going to be alright between them... for now. Perhaps this arrangement isn't as bad as they once thought after all. With a tentative smile, she closes her eyes again and relaxes back into the bed, grateful for the shared intimacy that has briefly bridged their otherwise separate worlds.

As you come to completion inside her, she tenses slightly at the sensation before letting out a contented sigh as your warm seed spills over her face. Her lips part in surprise, feeling sticky and yet oddly satisfying against the skin of her cheeks and chin. For a moment, they stare into each other's eyes; the connection between them stronger than ever despite their previous misunderstandings.

"Well," she says softly, her voice raspy from exertion. "That was... unexpected, but certainly enjoyable." She swallows hard, trying not to show just how much this encounter affected her. "I suppose I should get cleaned up before anyone else comes along," she adds with a small laugh, breaking the intense silence that has fallen over them.

With one last glance in your direction, she slowly rolls out of bed and heads toward the bathroom to tend to herself. The weight of their