A week had passed and the coffee shop

A week had passed since the incident, and Cynthia had been dreading this meeting with Eddie. She stood outside the designated location, a coffee shop in a quiet part of town, and took a deep breath. She was wearing only a pair of crotchless panties and a cupless bra, just as Eddie had instructed. The cool breeze sent shivers down her spine as she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The coffee shop was dimly lit, with only a few patrons scattered about. Cynthia's eyes scanned the room, searching for Eddie's familiar face. She spotted him sitting in the corner, a smirk spreading across his face as he caught her eye.

As Cynthia's eyes met Eddie's, she felt a surge of anxiety and humiliation. She could feel the cool breeze caressing her skin, making her aware of her exposed body. She took a deep breath and began to walk towards Eddie, her high heels clicking on the floor. The sound seemed to echo through the coffee shop, drawing the attention of the other patrons. Cynthia's face burned with shame as she felt their eyes on her.

Cynthia's heart raced as she walked towards Eddie, her face burning with shame. She could feel the eyes of the other patrons on her, their gaze lingering on her exposed body. She felt like she was on display, like a piece of meat for their entertainment. She could feel her skin prickling with goosebumps, her nipples hardening in the cool air.

As she reached Eddie's table, she could see the smug look on his face. He was enjoying this, she thought. He was enjoying her humiliation.

As Cynthia reached Eddie's table, she could feel the weight of his gaze on her exposed skin. He was sipping a latte, his eyes never leaving hers, as he motioned for her to sit down. Cynthia's face burned with shame as she slid into the chair, trying to cover herself with her hands. But Eddie just chuckled and shook his head, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Don't bother trying to hide, Cynthia," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're not going to be able to cover yourself up in here. At least, not yet." He smiled, his eyes lingering on her breasts, and Cynthia felt a surge of humiliation and anger.

Eddie's smile grew wider as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Cynthia's face. "You know, I think it's time we took this to the next level," he said, his voice dripping with excitement. "I want you to get up and walk around the coffee shop. Show yourself off to the other patrons."

Cynthia's face burned with shame and humiliation as she hesitated, unsure of what to do. But Eddie's eyes seemed to bore into her skin, and she knew she had ****. She slowly stood up, her heart racing with anxiety, and began to walk around the coffee shop.

Cynthia's heart raced as she walked around the coffee shop, her face burning with shame and humiliation. She could feel the eyes of the other patrons on her, their gaze lingering on her exposed body. She felt like she was on display, like a piece of meat for their entertainment. She could feel her skin prickling with goosebumps, her nipples hardening in the cool air.

She walked slowly, trying to maintain her composure, but it was difficult as she felt so **** and exposed.

As she walked, Cynthia could feel the weight of the patrons' gazes on her, their eyes lingering on her exposed skin. She felt like a specimen in a lab, being studied and examined. She tried to keep her head held high, but it was difficult to maintain her dignity when she felt so ****.

Eddie's voice echoed in her mind, "Show yourself off to the other patrons." She felt a surge of anger and resentment towards him, but she knew she had to comply. She had to protect her reputation as the Champion.

Cynthia walked past a group of young men, who couldn't help but stare at her. One of them whistled, and the others snickered.

Cynthia's face burned with shame as she walked past the group of young men, who couldn't help but stare at her. One of them whistled, and the others snickered. She felt like a piece of meat on display, a plaything for their amusement. She wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and vanish. But she knew she couldn't. She had to keep going, to maintain her composure and protect her reputation as the Champion.

She continued to walk around the coffee shop, her heart racing with anxiety and humiliation.

As Cynthia continued to walk around the coffee shop, she felt like a piece of meat on display. The patrons' eyes lingered on her exposed skin, and she could feel their gaze like a physical touch. She tried to maintain her composure, but it was getting harder by the minute.

Some of the patrons started to get bolder, and soon, hands were reaching out to touch her. Cynthia felt a surge of fear and humiliation as strangers' hands grabbed her breasts and pussy. She tried to push them away, but there were too many of them.

One of the young men from the group that had whistled earlier grabbed her breast and squeezed it hard.

Cynthia's heart raced as the young man squeezed her breast, his hand lingering on her skin. She felt a surge of fear and humiliation, but she knew she couldn't react. She couldn't make a scene. She had to protect her reputation as the Champion.

She took a deep breath and tried to push his hand away, but he only laughed and squeezed harder. "Come on, babe," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Don't be like that. You're showing yourself off, aren't you? You want us to look."

Cynthia's mind raced as the young man squeezed her breast, his hand lingering on her skin. She felt a surge of fear and humiliation, but she knew she couldn't react. She couldn't make a scene. She had to protect her reputation as the Champion. So, she let out a soft sigh and allowed him to continue.

The young man's friends watched in awe as he groped Cynthia's breast, their eyes wide with excitement. They began to cheer him on, urging him to go further.

The young man's friends cheered him on, urging him to go further, and he didn't hesitate. He reached down and grabbed Cynthia's crotch, his fingers probing her through the crotchless panties. Cynthia's eyes widened in shock and humiliation, but she didn't dare react. She was trapped, **** to endure the indignity for the sake of her reputation.

The coffee shop patrons began to close in, forming a circle around Cynthia and the young man. They cheered and jeered, egging him on as he continued to grope her. Cynthia felt like she was in a nightmare, unable to wake up from the horror.

Eddie watched from his table, a smug smile spreading across his face.

Eddie's smile grew wider as he watched Cynthia's humiliation. He was enjoying every moment of this, and he knew that he had her right where he wanted her. He took a sip of his coffee, savoring the taste as he watched the scene unfold.

The young man's friends were getting more and more rowdy, cheering him on as he continued to grope Cynthia. She was trying to maintain her composure, but it was clear that she was on the verge of breaking. Eddie could see the fear and humiliation in her eyes, and it only added to his enjoyment.

The young man's friends were getting more and more rowdy, cheering him on as he continued to grope Cynthia. She was trying to maintain her composure, but it was clear that she was on the verge of breaking. Eddie could see the fear and humiliation in her eyes, and it only added to his enjoyment.

Suddenly, Cynthia's eyes caught Eddie's. She could see the smug smile on his face, and it filled her with anger. She knew that this was all his fault. He had put her in this position, and now he was enjoying her suffering.

Eddie's smile grew even wider as he pulled out a large dildo from his bag. He held it up, waving it in the air for everyone to see. "Time to take it to the next level, Champion," he said, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

The coffee shop patrons cheered and jeered, urging Eddie on as he approached Cynthia. She felt a surge of fear and humiliation as Eddie held out the dildo, expecting her to take it. She knew that she had ****, that she had to comply if she wanted to protect her reputation.

The young man who had been groping her stepped aside, allowing Eddie to take over. Eddie held out the dildo, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Eddie held out the dildo, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Cynthia's heart sank as she looked at the large toy. She had never done anything like this before, and the thought of it made her feel sick to her stomach. But she knew she had ****. She had to protect her reputation as the Champion.

With a trembling hand, Cynthia reached out and took the dildo from Eddie. The coffee shop patrons cheered and jeered, urging her on as she held it in her hand. She closed her eyes, trying to push back the wave of disgust and humiliation that threatened to overwhelm her.

Cynthia's heart sank as she looked at the large toy. She had never done anything like this before, and the thought of it made her feel sick to her stomach. But she knew she had ****. She had to protect her reputation as the Champion.

With a trembling hand, Cynthia reached out and took the dildo from Eddie. The coffee shop patrons cheered and jeered, urging her on as she held it in her hand. She closed her eyes, trying to push back the wave of disgust and humiliation that threatened to overwhelm her.

Slowly, she began to insert the dildo into her pussy.

Slowly, she began to insert the dildo into her pussy. The crowd watched in awe as she did so, their cheers and jeers filling the coffee shop. Cynthia felt like she was in a trance, her body moving on autopilot as she followed Eddie's instructions. She couldn't believe what was happening to her, but she couldn't stop either.

As she continued to push the dildo inside of her, Eddie approached her. He leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear. "That's it, Champion," he whispered. "Show them what you're made of."

Cynthia's face burned with shame as she felt the dildo slide deeper into her pussy. The crowd's cheers and jeers grew louder, and she could feel their eyes on her, watching her every move. Eddie's breath on her ear made her skin crawl, but she didn't dare move away.

As she stood there, frozen in humiliation, Eddie reached out and grabbed her breast, squeezing it hard. "You're doing great, Champion," he whispered. "Just a little more."

Cynthia felt a surge of anger and hatred towards Eddie, but she knew she couldn't react. She was trapped, **** to endure this indignity for the sake of her reputation.

The crowd began to chant, "Fuck her! Fuck her!" as Eddie continued to squeeze Cynthia's breast. She felt like she was going to be sick, but she knew she couldn't back down now. She had to see this through to the end.

With a final push, Cynthia **** the dildo all the way inside of her. The crowd erupted in cheers as she stood there, trembling with fear and humiliation. Eddie let go of her breast and took a step back, a proud smile on his face.

"That's it, Champion," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You did great."

But Eddie's words were cut off as Cynthia suddenly took control. With a determined look in her eyes, she began to move her hips, riding the dildo with a newfound sense of purpose. The crowd watched in stunned silence as she took charge, their cheers and jeers dying down as they realized something had changed.

Cynthia's movements were slow and deliberate at first, but they quickly became faster and more urgent. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of the dildo inside of her. It was foreign and uncomfortable, but she refused to let it get the best of her. She was the Champion, and she would not be defeated.

As Cynthia's hips moved faster, the crowd's silence gave way to a mixture of gasps and murmurs. Eddie's smile faltered, and he took a step back, his eyes narrowing in surprise. The coffee shop patrons were transfixed by the sudden change in Cynthia's demeanor, their faces a mix of shock and fascination.

Cynthia's eyes remained closed, her face set in a determined expression. She was lost in the sensation of the dildo inside her, her body taking over as she rode it with a newfound sense of purpose. The crotchless panties she wore offered no resistance, and the cupless bra seemed to emphasize her breasts as they bounced with each movement.

As Cynthia's hips continued to move, the crowd's murmurs grew louder, their faces a mix of shock and fascination. Eddie's eyes narrowed, his smile completely gone, replaced by a look of surprise and concern. He seemed to be wondering how Cynthia had suddenly taken control of the situation, and what she planned to do next.

The coffee shop patrons were transfixed by the scene unfolding before them. Some of them looked away, embarrassed or disturbed by what they were seeing, while others leaned in, their eyes glued to Cynthia's body. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the soft hum of the coffee shop's machinery and the quiet gasps of the crowd.

Cynthia'`s movements became more and more frenzied as she approached her climax. The crowd watched in awe as she took control of the situation, their eyes wide with shock and amazement. Eddie, on the other hand, looked on in disbelief as Cynthia defied his expectations.

Cynthia's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she neared the edge. She could feel the dildo pressing against her g-spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation, her hips moving in a steady rhythm.

Cynthia's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the implications of Eddie's words. She knew that he was threatening to share the video online, and she couldn't let that happen. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and spoke in a low, even tone.

"What do you want, Eddie?" she asked, her eyes locked on his.

Eddie's smile grew wider as he saw the look of realization on Cynthia's face. He knew he had her right where he wanted her. "Well, Champion," he said, "I was thinking that we could meet again next week to discuss the next deal. I have a feeling that you're going to be a valuable asset to my team."