Not too happy. [Carmen's Perspective]

Glass shatters.

His words echo through her head as she stands frozen in shock, getting louder and louder until it feels as though the noise has broken out of her mind and into reality.

He… owns me? Oh, fuck.

Carmen is feeling a little faint as she comes to terms with what just occurred. Now she's the one who has lost her confidence as she stares at John, now her owner, with her mouth hanging open. She leans forward and puts her hands on the table to steady herself. But as she looks up and sees the smiling face of the prick who just made her his ****, she forces herself to get a grip.

Come on, Carmen, get it together. This asshole's smug enough as it is. You don’t need to give him the satisfaction of watching you freak out.

Carmen takes a deep breath, and stands back up, steadying herself both physically and mentally through **** of will.

In a professional tone, she says, “So… you own me. What does being owned by… John, was it? What does being owned by you entail?"

Not that she doesn’t have some idea, casting a quick glance to the cum on Selena's thighs. Looking back to John, she grits her teeth at his smiling face. Though, surprisingly, he seems more awestruck than smug as he chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. It takes a moment before he even registers that Carmen said something.

“Oh, um… what did you say? Sorry, I’m just a little amazed I’m now the owner of two incredibly hot babes.”

Well, that's… sort of flattering… I guess.

“I asked what being owned by you entails.”

The kid pauses to think for a moment.

"Uh," starts John, seemingly still figuring out what he wants to say, "I'm still figuring that out." Well, okay, it wasn’t just seemingly. He’s still thinking to himself when suddenly, he tilts his head back slightly and his eyes widen. He faces Carmen with a curious look on his face.

"So, um, what was your name?"

Carmen sighs.

"It's Carmen. Carmen Crane."

"Okay, well, Carmen, you said you were the owner of this coffee shop, right?"

"I said that, yes."

"Well, now that I own you, who owns the coffee shop?" At first, Carmen thinks he's just rubbing it in, but his eyes seem genuine.

Great, so not only is my owner a prick, he's an idiot.

"You do, obviously." She let's slip a bit of irritation in her reply. She isn't sure if he didn't notice it or if he's just choosing to ignore it as he smiles and looks around the place.

“Wow. This is really something.”

“Of course it is,” Carmen says, proudly, looking around the room. “I’ve put my blood, sweat, and tears into this place.“

“Oh, I didn’t… er, I mean yeah, this is one heck of a coffee shop.”

Carmen nods with self-satisfaction.

“It’s my pride and joy.” Carmen’s prideful expression suddenly turns bitter. “Or it was up until a few minutes ago.”

John gives a cheeky smile.

“Funny how life works out.”

I’m gonna fucking strangle him.

“Anyways, now that I’m the boss, you can get back to work now, Selena. In the outfit I told you before.”

Selena, who has been quietly standing naked in the same spot frozen in a surprised pose with her hand over her mouth as her eyes darted between Carmen and John. She nods slowly before putting on her socks, shoes, and apron. She turns around and walks back to the front counter, her plump, bare ass bouncing with each step.

“Fair warning,” not that you deserve it, “Selena is not the greatest worker. She’s not bad if you can keep her focused, but she slacks off frequently.”

John raises an eyebrow.

“Thanks for the heads-up, but why do you care to tell me this when I just stole the place out from under you.”

Carmen leans to the side, her hand on her hip.

“Why? Because even if it isn’t mine anymore, I’ve still put enough work into this place that I don’t want to see it driven into the ground.”

The punk smiles.

“Well, you should be at least somewhat happy to know that I’ll let you continue handling the day-to-day management of this place.”

“Oh, so I get the honor of doing all of the work, just with none of the pay or prestige.“ The malice returns to Carmen’s tone. “Why, thank you, oh Benevolent Master. What an absolute fucking joy it is to be owned by you.”

The fear Carmen momentarily instilled in John before does not return, and she is instead greeted by yet another smirk. He stands up, dropping his pants in the process, his penis fully erect despite his recent ejaculation.

“I think it’s about time we make some changes to your outfit.”

Carmen’s rage is tempered by her nerves as her eyes lock on to his erection.

Uh oh.

Carmen takes a step back.

“I… um… I like my outfit how it is, personally.”

“Oh, sure,” he says, in mock agreement, “you look great. But with a few adjustments you could look even better. Just hold still.”

Carmen begrudgingly complies, holding still as John steps immediately in front of her, his eyes glued to her awe-inspiring cleavage. He slowly places a hand on her collar bone, gently sliding it down along her chest, tracing between her breasts to her straining blouse, and begins unbuttoning. Carmen’s eyes follow his hands closely, her brow beginning to sweat. As he undoes the last one her shirt falls open, revealing her black bra that, despite its size and sturdy material, still strains against her gargantuan rack. John steps even closer to Carmen, pressing his chest into her bosom and struggling to wrap his arms around her to reach the clasp of her bra, his hard cock colliding with and sliding up Carmen’s bare stomach. She shivers at the touch of his member.

Oh, God.

He stretches his arms to reach the back strap with either hand, struggling for a moment to wrestle them apart. With some effort he succeeds in unhooking the garment and releases it. The bra drops to the floor and her magnificent mammaries swing free.