Order her into the back room with you

You peer into Kristen's dark eyes. "Follow me, slut." You say, and start to walk into the back room.

She follows.

You know you're abandoning your post, but at this time of day, you hardly ever get customers anyway. Besides, you'll still be able to hear the bell ring if someone enters the store. Even from where you're going. Which is past the staff break room and to the dock.

For whatever reason, the receiving dock feels like the right place to take Kristen. It's dark. It's dirty. It represents the life she'll have to get used to. These are the types of thoughts you're having, but you're not sure you still believe them. Part of you thinks by the end of the day, everything will return to how it used to be. But you can't focus on that now.

As you walk out into the dock, you notice and grab a box cutter. Kristen's eyes open wide, but she doesn't drop her wicked smile. You stop and turn toward her, looking her up and down. That tight black dress is just meant for teasing. It has to go.

So you cut it off, starting at the skirt, which is barely a skirt, just a tight wrap of fabric around Kristen's thighs. You cut it up the front, all the way to the top. It probably was worth thousands of dollars. Now it lays next to Kristen in the mud. You cut off her panties too. It's not enough to just pull them off. If you pull them off, she can put them back on afterward, and that's not acceptable to you.

And now you're staring at Kristen Stewart, naked except for a pair of heels, which you've decided she'll keep on. It's cold on the dock and her flesh is quickly covered with goosebumps, her small nipples are hard as little pebbles. But you wonder if her twat is warm, since it's surprisingly covered by a furry brown muff.

Her nude body is quite a sight to see, petite, pale, flawless, ready for your next move. And you never thought you'd be the type of man to whom filthy, evil thoughts come so quickly, but your head fills with them. And it's a good thing, because your cock feels like it's going to bust out of your jeans.
"Knees." you say.

Kristen obeys, quickly dropping to her knees on the concrete dock floor.

"Take out my cock." you say.

Kristen obeys, reaching over eagerly, pawing at your bulging crotch, undoing your belt, button, zipper and pulling down your pants. Your cock pops out instantly.

"Tell me how nice it is." you say.

Kristen looks it over, her face studies both sides of your cock, the top, the bottom, your balls. The tough bitch that she projects in her public life seems to have completely faded away. A cowed slut is all that remains.

"It is nice." She says softly.

"It's too good for you." you say, giving into darker and darker dominant thoughts.

"Yes, it is." Kristen replies, sounding more and more sheepish by the moment.

"Anything is too good for you. Any cock, any pussy. You deserve to stay tied up, toys in your ass and cunt and throat at all times. Anyone willing to give you human contact is being very generous, did you know that?" You're saying these things, but you still can't believe it.

A look of realization washes over Kristen's face. As if it's suddenly truly occurring to her that this is happening. She stares at your cock and licks her lips. "Be generous to me."

And then, because life is cruel, you hear the bell on the front door ring. You have a customer.