Of course he has not.

You do not register the clerk pulling his dick out of you. The shock of what just happened clouds your mind too much. You just lie limply over the back of your sofa sobbing in despair and humiliation.

"I wish you'd stop that fucking crying bitch." The clerk says loudly. "It was kinda cool to begin, but it's starting to piss me off."

Instantly your tears dry up, though your mood is still as distressed as before. You hear the sound of a zipper and gratefully assume that for now at least the asshole has put his cock away.

"I wish you'd take off everything and kneel in the middle of the room until I tell you different bitch." The clerk commands. "Except maybe for those fuck me boots, you can leave them on."

You pull yourself off the sofa and do as you have been ordered, the leather vest, shirt and little skirt gone in a moment. You walk around the sofa and kneel down in the centre of the room obediently. The clerk meanwhile is wandering around your apartment looking at all your hard earned belongings with a nasty smile. He occasionally glances back and down to where you kneel and laughs.

"You got some nice stuff in here bitch." He comments. "Gonna make a few hundred dollars more on top of whatever you got in the bank."

"You really are a grade A asshole." You reply, your anger getting the better of you. "****, thieving piece of trash."

"Now that ain't a nice way to talk with such a pretty mouth." The clerk says angrily. "You need a little reprogramming I reckon. I wish from now on you'd start and end everything you say to me with the word Sir and be unable to smartmouth me."

There follows a pause of several seconds as the clerk stares down at you and you glower back up at him. You certainly do not think any different, you still think he is a nasty creep and if you only had your old body back you'd beat him within an inch of his miserable life.

"What do you think about that then bitch?" The clerk eventually asks.

You open your mouth intending to tell him to go fuck himself.

"Sir, I think that is a wonderful idea, Sir." You tell him.

"Awesome!" The clerk laughs. "You must hate that, not that you can say so anymore. So how do you feel about sucking me off, bitch?"

"Sir I'd love to suck your cock, Sir." You dutifully reply, hating the words coming from your mouth.