Frantic, Frustrated, and Female

The tattoo event has been going well. You checked on Gloria, and Kelly, as soon they were finished and both girls were fine. The tattoos worked perfectly. You're about two hours into this marathon and everyone is having a blast. After Carissa began working, another large group came in and now you have more than thirty people in the parlour, or hanging around just outside. You told Amy and Carissa that you'd cover any additional tattoos that happen. They just smiled and kept grinding them out. You ordered a dozen pizzas and a couple buckets of chicken wings delivered, along with some drinks. You even found someone to come out on no notice and play some music. Now it was a party.

And then Olivia came back.

Amy was first to notice again, she recognized the angry sound of Olivia's Charger. Olivia came screaming around the corner like she was running from the cops. You even had to wave Gloria off, as she was about to go deal with her. When Olivia came in, it was straight through the front door. You thought she'd react to the massive party in her tattoo palour, but no. Her eyes were glued to you as soon as she entered. From her disheveled appearance, it was clear the kind of night she'd been having... or trying to. You chuckled softly to yourself and glanced at Amy. Amy had a hand over her mouth to hide her amusement. Olivia walked right through the crowd and straight up to you.

"What did you do?!? How?", she's loud and nearly hysterical. Carissa looks up from her work but I wave at her and she nods, returning to her work. I look back at Olivia. "You already know. I told you. I took them back because you were being a bitch. I'm guessing sex with Gary wasn’t that great?"

She lets out a small scream. You thought she might launch herself at you but she manages to keep control - just barely. "I know they're yours. I can read, asshole. But why did you suddenly take them back? Because you don't like my attitude? Because I wouldn't play your stupid little harem games?"

I shake my head. "You still think you're in control. You call the shots. You still think I'm shit. Go home. You aren't frantic enough. Not frustrated enough. Make sure to stock up on batteries though, it's liable to be a long night."

"Not frantic enough?!," she growls. "If I attack my clit anymore it might disappear under the assault. I can't cum!!! I want to cum!!! Give me back my orgasms, asshole!"

"No can do," I told her. "I can't give back YOUR orgasms because you don't own any." She opens her mouth to object - or maybe just scream again, but you hold up a single finger to silence her and continue. "I can't give you back something that isn't yours, Olivia. But I CAN give you an orgasm."

She blinks, confused and asks, "what do you mean, you can't give them back but you can give me one? What the fuck are you saying?"

"I'm telling you that they are my orgasms. I can choose to reward you with one - if you deserve it. Do you think you deserve an orgasm from me?"

"You'll... you'll give me one? Yes! I need one! I can pay you. What do you want? What do you mean, do I deserve one? Of course I do, my clit is going to fucking explode!"

"Come with me then, I'll help you out. Carissa... I'm going to borrow the back office for a bit. Amy, Kelly, you two are in charge for now - keep it moving." The girls all nod approval. Olivia notices her mother's calm acceptance when you say you'll use her office. She looks like she wants to say something but you just motion for her to follow you. She does. Whatever gets her the release she needs. She figures she'll deal with the other nonsense after you give her back one of her orgasms...

You get into the office and shut the door as she enters. You sit on the desk and look at her. "Get naked."

She just stares at you a moment. "What! Fuck you! I'm not stripping for you, you pig!"

"I thought you wanted to cum? Didn't you say you wanted me to give you an orgasm?"

It finally hits her, what you've been saying. "You mean from you? Like... fuck you? You want me to get naked and then fuck you? Are you serious? Are you stupid? Are you..."

You interrupt her. "Do you want to cum or not?"

"Of course I do! But not from you!"

"Well, that's unfortunate. Because the only climax you're going to get is from my cock." You pull your cock out, so she can see it in all it's majesty. "Now choose. Get those clothes off and bend over this desk or go home. You don't have to like me, Olivia. It doesn't change anything. Cum on my cock right here and now... or never again."