Both, you distract him and steal his wallet as

You know arguing or pleading will get you nowhere. Lucas is a violent idiot who thinks with his cock. You could try to beat him or call Eric for help, but this would only result in him freaking out and maybe hurting you. Also, the effect on giving him what he deserves would only last for a few hours at best. But you know something that would give him much more trouble and you some more money. You have no doubt, that this bastard is easy to distract. You just have to get him to the toilet to steal his wallet.

“How about we do it in there?” you propose as best as possible with a hand around your throat, “nobody sees us in there and there is enough space so I can put some work into it.”

“Sounds reasonable,” Lucas mumbles and leads you to the toilet as if it was his idea.

He is obviously surprised but doesn’t seem to think much about your easy cooperation. Like all idiots in this town, he believes he is irresistible and girls are just cock hungry sluts. Well, you leave him his illusion for now. You need him ignorant for the moment.

In the toilet, you immediately go to your knees. Lucas immediately unbuttons his pants and let his cock out. His pants land on the floor, just where you need them. Looking at his fast-growing cock, you must say, it is nothing special. It’s not tiny, but still a little less than average. If he wouldn’t be such an idiot, Lucas probably could please a girl. However, knowing how obsessed men like him are with their testicles, you decide to act like they are enormous.

“Oh, not bad,” you say and act like you are impressed, “it’s big.”

“Of course, it is, slut,” Lucas replies arrogant and proud, “who do you think you are talking too? I’m not one of this sissies who you regularly suck. Now start your duty and treat this masterpiece the way it deserves.”

He deserves to get cut up by a rusty garden scissor, but you keep this thought to yourself. You begin to stoke the cock a little to get it to full erection. Than you open your mouth and swallow it. You move quickly up and down and listen concentrated to Lucas moans. You know how boys sound when they feel good and even if you hate to admit it, you are maybe really skilled in sexual pleasing.

You open a button on your uniform shirt too and show the idiot your cleavage. As expected, he immediately goes for your tits and massages them. No pervert could ever withstand the temptation of your tits. And you go even a step further. While you suck on the tip of his penis, you use your perfect tits to massage the shaft of his cock. You want him to completely focus on you, after all. It’s maybe not necessary, but it’s better to overdo it than losing his focus.

And your tactic pays off quickly, after only a few minutes, Lucas is breathing heavily. He tries to hold back his climax to not cum so quickly. Even as an asshole, he fears you could think little of his stamina. You are already fully in control, but Lucas still tries to somehow make sure you are below him. When you take his cock out of your mouth, he tries to grab your hair and **** your head back over his cock. But you simply continue stoking the penis with your left hand and Lucas weakly goes along with it.

Lucas is used to be in control when talking with girls. Girls who are poor, sluts or really need the job at the café. That you turn tables and take control so naturally irritates him. Still his huge ego and small intellect make him believe he is still in charge and you only do this because he has so much power over you. He doesn’t notice that while you stoke his cock with the left hand, you reach for his wallet with the right hand and pick it our of his pants on the floor.

Quickly you finish him and with a pleased moan Lucas shoots his load in the toilet. You think about ruining his orgasm for a moment, but in the end, you let him his pathetic small victory. You have what you want.

“God, yes, that’s the right work for you sluts,” Lucas moans, “next time you keep the cock in your mouth. But I belive that was too hard to remember for a stupid cow like you. Well, It was fine, so I don’t mind. Now fuck off! And if I ever meet you here again, you will regret it.”

Lucas leaves and you stay back for a moment. As soon as you hear the door close, you take a look at your loot. The wallet looks cheap. Well, Lucas mentioned that he has not much money. In the wallet you find 20 dollars. Not much but at least something. There also is an ID-card, a driver license and loyalty points card from a discounter in the mall. You look further and find a picture of a girl. She is good looking, blonde and about your age. You don’t know if she is Lucas girlfriend or not. You are not sure if a girl like her would date a creep like him. You decide to keep the photo for now.

When you are back in the customers area, you see Lucas is back at his post and nervously searches for something. You can’t help but smile slightly. Eric is done with his cake too and you waste no more time. You decide to not talk to Eric about this. Neither do you want him to consider you a weakling, nor do you want him to do draw attention to you and risk Lucas finding out where is wallet is.

While you walk, you throw the empty walled and the cards in a nearby trash bin. With some luck nobody finds it and Lucas has to go to all government offices and wait for weeks to get new papers. Maybe the day was not that terrible. The end of your shift was difficult, but you are sure, you teached this asshole a lesson. And you did the old owner a huge favor and earned some money. More than you would have made with just working. So, in the end, it was not as bad as it could be.

Still, on the way back to the car you are lost in thoughts. This city is much worse than you thought. In your old home, most people were not rich, but cared for each other. Here it is the exact opposite. Everybody seem to be only caring for himself and people like Lucas are just the disgusting norm.

“Is everything alright?” Eric asks and gives you a concerned look, “you are very quiet.”

“I … I guess I am,” you say and shake your head, “I just hate this city and the assholes living in it.”

“I know what you mean,” Eric says empathic and gently puts his hand on your shoulder, “don’t worry, with some time it gets better. And if you need anything, you still have me.”

“Yes, thanks” you mumble and take a deep breath, “well, we better not let my dad wait.”