Chapter 5 by baggo

What do you do with Greta?

Cum on her back, and tell her to get back to work.

The girl is your plaything, and technically your employee, and she's begging you not to cum inside her.

You're a monster, though you feel little remorse for it, having been beaten down and abused by your society for so long. Greta is no monster, and while you've enjoyed punishing her this much, she's just a basic bitch doing her job. To unload your junk in her, even after humiliating and **** her, feels like too much.

You pull your cock out, noting the nice, clean state of it all now that you've showered, and pump your spunk all over the gorgeous butt in front of you.

"Oh, yuck, oh my god!" Greta turns over her shoulder to see your cum sticking to her ass cheek and lower back, despite the warm shower water. "Oh come on, Mr. Al, really?"

You laugh, and slap the other ass cheek, causing her to yelp. "Shut up, Greta. You get back to work with that spunk as your outfit. Another word of complaint, and I'll fire your ass. Got it?"

Greta turns to stand before you, straightening herself up, standing almost as tall as you, her full breasts thrust upward and almost touching you. "Got it, sir," she says, and then takes a slow breath in before walking out into the cafe, still sopping wet and wearing nothing but her apron.

You're a new man. You have all the power, and you don't even smell bad anymore. Now that you've established yourself, and used this rulebook to change the world, what's next for you? Will you stay in the cafe, or head elsewhere?