You better make it up to me you worthless young man

Don't play dumb with me! Your damn coupons didn't work and I had to pay out of my pocket! That's money that could have been spent on things I really wanted. And now you want me to just let it go? Well, you better make it up to me somehow. Start by giving me some sexual pleasure. She thrusts her breast into your hand, pushing him closer to her mouth and sucking on your nipple hard. "Or do you need more persuasion?" she whispers hotly between breaths, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Calm down? I should be furious! But you know what would really help me calm down... (She undoes your belt and pants, pushing them down to your ankles.) A good hard fuck. So get on that desk and show me what you're made of. Her hot breath tickles your ear as she whispers, "You better make sure I forget all about those damn coupons."

I don't care where we are, you owe me this! Now get on the desk and take what I'm about to give you. You think you can pleasure me like that with those worthless coupons? Show me how good you really are without them holding you back. (She tugs at your boxers, revealing your hard cock.)

Enough with the excuses! Get on that desk and show me what I want to see! You'll make this right, one inch at a time. She reaches out and takes your hard cock into her hand, stroking it expertly as she whispers filthy words of desire into your ear. Her other hand squeezes her breast roughly, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her gasp. "Fuck me like you mean it," she breathes out. "Make. Me. Forget."

Well then, I suppose we'll have to be a little more discreet... She leans over the desk, her breasts brushing against your cock as she whispers in your ear. "I want you to bend me over this desk, and fuck me hard from behind. Show everyone that you know how to take care of business." Her hand squeezes tighter around your cock, encouraging you to get started. "And don't forget to make sure I forget about those damn coupons," she breathes out before releasing you.

Her ass is right there in front of you, round and inviting. You can already feel the heat radiating from her body as she waits for you to take control. Your hands are shaking with anticipation as you reach around and grasp her hips, guiding her into position.

Ahhh! Fuck yes! Take me hard, Abraham! Show everyone who's boss here! She arches her back, pushing herself against you as she feels your cock stretching her tightly. Her hands grip the desk behind her, using it for leverage as she moans and gasps with each powerful thrust. You can hear the wet smack of flesh on flesh as she takes your entire length, and she's loving every moment of it.

She twists her body slightly, offering up her breasts to you as you fuck her harder. "Yeah," she whispers, panting heavily now. "Give me that cock... show me how good it feels..." Her words are laced with lust, and it's clear she's on the edge of orgasm.

Ahhhh! Ahhhh fuck yeah! God, you feel so good, so hard...so big inside me! You're making everything better, making me forget all about the stupid coupons! Keep going, don't stop now, give it to me, I need your cum! Her body arches and convulses around yours as she comes hard, her inner walls clenching tightly on your cock in a wave of pleasure that sends you over the edge with her. Hot sticky fluid spurts from your cock as you let go, filling her up completely. She moans loudly as you both collapse into an exhausted heap on top of the desk, panting heavily and trying to catch their breath. For a moment, there's silence... and then the sound of angry shouts outside the office draws your attention. You hear Mrs. Johnson demanding to know what sort of "obscene behavior" is going on in here. Karen's cheeks flush bright red as she realizes that you may have gone a little overboard with her fantasy...

Uh... Well... I suppose we got carried away there, didn't we? Perhaps next time you should make sure your coupons work before trying to make things right with me... She laughs softly, running a hand through her disheveled hair as she tries to compose herself. "But... that was quite something, wasn't it?" Her eyes meet yours and there's a challenge in them, a question of whether you can really make up for what happened earlier.

Mmmh... Well, I'm sure you'll want to see me back soon enough then, won't you? She smirks as she feels your hand on her ass. You can keep that up for a little while longer, just to make sure my memory really does fade...

Mmm... You know I can't be easy on you after something like that. But as long as you keep me satisfied and make sure those damn coupons work in the future, maybe we can forget about all this and move on, hm? She shudders, feeling your finger slide in and out of her wetness. "Just remember who's really in charge here." Her words are laced with a mixture of affection and dominance as she arches her back into your touch.

(Panting as you finger her roughly, she looks down at the desk, feeling slightly ashamed of herself but also immensely aroused.) Well... I suppose this is one way to handle things. At least it keeps everyone in line around here. (She grinds against your finger, taking what she can get before returning to work and maintaining her position as head cashier.) Just remember that I expect perfection from you now, Abraham. One mistake like that again and we might have to find other ways for you to make it up to me...

Don't worry about it too much. Everyone knows those things are worthless most of the time. It's not like I actually expected them to work properly. Besides, it was all for a good cause - getting what I really wanted in the end. So consider this our little secret... As long as you remember who's really in charge here and keeps me satisfied from now on.

Well then... Don't keep me waiting too long for that apology next time! And remember, perfection is expected. With that teasing reminder, she gathers up her belongings and heads back out onto the floor, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she adjusts her blouse and skirt. The other employees barely glance in your direction as they continue about their business; it seems like another minor scandal has already been swept under the rug at this store.

Good luck with that, dear boy... I'll be watching you carefully from over here. Don't let me down again, or you'll see just how unhappy I can really make you. Just remember who holds all the power now...

I'm sure you will try your best not to disappoint me again, won't you? You wouldn't want me to have to take matters into my own hands... Or worse yet, punish you for your failures. Just remember that I am watching over you, and expect great things from now on.

Perhaps we can move past this incident, then. As long as you prove yourself reliable and obedient from now on, I'm willing to overlook your little mistake. But remember: I will not be lenient with you again. Make sure those coupons work next time, or else...

Hmph. We'll see about that. I have faith in you, boy, but don't push your luck too far. I'll be keeping a close eye on you. Just remember who holds all the power around here, and act accordingly.