You are just finished cleaning the last table in the shop. Karen approaches you with a look of rage
Excuse me! This coffee is too damn hot! You can’t stand here and actually expect someone to actually drink this!! Who do I talk to to get my money back?!
Someone’s going to pay for this. Damn you Derric! This is all your fault! I need someone to hold me!
I look at her, my face neutral. "Ma'am, your coffee is the same as everyone else's. And they don't have a problem with it." I say, walking to another table.
"Well excuse me for having better taste! You think this is some joke? I didn't ask for it to be so damn hot!" She says as her voice escalates. "I want my money back and I want your manager out here right now!"
I point to a sign hanging up.
"Read. No Refunds."
I say, my eyes drawn to her perfect breasts.
"And the manager is super busy."
Her jaw drops and she looks at you in disbelief as her nostrils flare with rage. "What do you mean no refunds?! This is an absolute outrage!" She shouts, slapping the table in front of her for emphasis. Her breasts heave slightly as she tries to contain herself.
I shrug, my eyes scanning her amazing body. "Not my problem. But if you could please sit down now ma'am. You're making everyone uncomfortable." I say, gesturing to her table.
"Oh really? You don't think this is unacceptable?!" Her voice drips with anger and hurt as she stands up even straighter, pressing her already ample chest forward menacingly. "Well I want to see whoever the owner of this place is! They need to know how their employees treat people!"
I sigh, giving up. "Fine, you're already talking to the owner but I'll take you to the office so we can talk in a quieter place." I say, gesturing her to follow me. I smirk, thinking of all the things I'm about to do to her for making such a ruckus.
"Well aren't you just the helpful one?" she says through gritted teeth as she follows you to the office door. Her hips sway slightly as she walks, a mixture of anger and sex appeal that leaves you both unsettled and aroused. "Maybe if your job was more about actually serving customers..."
She trails off angrily, not wanting to finish her sentence but unable to contain the venom in her words. Once inside the office she plops down into a chair, crossing her arms tightly across her chest and glaring at you expectantly.
I close the door, locking it. "Ma'am, can I get your name?" I say, brushing my hand on her shoulder sensually as I sit down behind the desk.
She jumps slightly at your touch and pulls away from you, glaring furiously as she crosses her arms even tighter across her chest. "It's Karen...and if you could stop calling me 'ma'am', that would be great." She pauses, taking a deep breath to calm herself down before continuing in a quieter voice laced with venom, "And what exactly is your name?"
"Dante." I say, getting up to stand in front of her. I lean down, my face a foot or so from hers. "Why don't we figure this out without being so angry." I say, my fingers tracing down her thigh.
Karen glares at you hatefully and pulls away from your touch, her voice shaking with fury as she speaks. "I don't know what kind of games you think you're playing here, but I'm not in the mood for this!" She tries to stand up but her knees buckle under the weight of anger and hurt; frustration making it difficult to gather her composure or exert any control over herself. "All I want is my money back...and an apology."
I grab her throat, pushing her deeper into the chair. "Don't you get it? You aren't getting your money back or an apology." I whisper in her ear. "You are about to get so much more than you wanted." I say, licking her neck.
Karen thrashes in your grip, tears forming in her eyes as she feels panic rise up inside her chest. She tries to scream but nothing comes out; all that fills the room is the ragged sound of her desperate breathing and the blood pounding loudly against her eardrums. "No...stop..." she whispers hoarsely, struggling even harder to free herself from your grasp.
I grab her shirt, forcing it over her head, leaving her in a lace bra. My lips trace down her abdomen, kissing and licking every inch of her exposed torso. "You have an amazing body Karen." I say, squeezing her breasts.
Her voice is hoarse and shaky as she manages to croak out, "Let me go...please..." Her skin burns with humiliation and shame as your fingers dig into her flesh, taunting and teasing, leaving painful bruises amidst the pleasure-induced haze. Karen's body betrays her; she arches into your touch even as she begs for release.
I step back, letting her breath for a moment. "Take off the rest of your clothes." I say, walking behind her, massaging her shoulders.
She unclips her bra, slipping it off her body and letting it drop to the floor. Her voice trembling, she slowly undoes the remaining buttons on her jeans and slides them down over her hips, revealing black lace panties underneath. Shaking uncontrollably with anger and fear, she kicks off her shoes before pushing her panties to the floor, exposing herself fully to you. "What do you want from me?" she whispers hoarsely, trying to regain some semblance of control as she stands there naked in front of you.
"Damn, you look incredible." I say, my voice sounding truly sincere. I slide my hands down her back, stopping on her hips. Gripping her hips from behind I kiss the nape of her neck. "To be honest I was going to fuck you like the bitch you seemed to be, but now I'm thinking twice." I say.
Karen tenses up as you hold her hips, feeling relief flood through her when she realizes that maybe this isn't going to be what she thought it would be. She shudders with anger and shame as your words wash over her; he's right, she had been acting like a bitch just now. "I...I don't know," she whispers softly, hanging her head in defeat. "I'm sorry for everything I said...it's just...my husband and I..." She trails off, feeling the tears well up in her eyes once more as she struggles to contain the emotions that have been boiling over since this whole mess started.
I turn her around to face me, cupping her face in my hands. "What? Is everything all right?" I ask, wiping her tears off her face.
"No...everything is wrong." Her voice cracks as she chokes back sobs. "My husband has been having an affair with his secretary and I found out today..." She trails off, looking down at her feet before meeting your eyes again, searching for some trace of understanding or compassion.
"I thought...I thought this would make me feel better, you know? To get angry at someone..." She shrugs helplessly, the weight of everything crashing down on her like a tidal wave. "But now I just feel...lost."
"Come here." I say, wrapping my arms around her. I stand there saying nothing for a while. "You know, you could just piss him off now."
She laughs bitterly through her tears, taking a shaky breath before pulling away to look at you. "Yeah...I guess I could." There's an undeniable spark in her eyes as she considers the possibility; part of her wants nothing more than to make Derric suffer like he made her suffer. But another part is still scared, unsure if she's truly ready for this kind of fight and what it might mean for them in the long run. "I don't know..." She whispers, uncertainty weighing heavily on every word.