Compromisse and do as he says

Finally, her fingers loosened. She lowered her head, drew a deep breath, and raised her trembling hands to the first button of her blouse. Her fingers stopped there, shaking violently, as if that tiny plastic button weighed a thousand pounds. Images flashed through her mind—her son Miguel in his college sweatshirt, beaming brightly—and then she shut her eyes. One button. Two. Three. The white blouse slowly fell open, revealing a cream-colored lace bra underneath. Her tits looked full and soft inside the bra, her cleavage quivering with every ragged breath. She clenched her jaw, and her voice came out almost through gritted teeth: “This… this is as far as it goes… Don’t think you’re seeing any more than this!”

Jessica, standing nearby, immediately snapped with displeasure, “You bitch! Boss said expose your tits—that means take the bra off too! Are you deaf?”

You waved your hand, signaling Jessica to calm down. Watching Susan’s expression—a mix of shame and fury, yet forced to comply—actually made it more entertaining for you. You said gently, “Leave it. This is fine. Jessica, don’t scare her.”

Jessica pouted and muttered under her breath, “When it was my first time, I had to take off my entire top—couldn’t even keep the bra on… Boss, you’re so unfair…” She shot Susan a jealous glare and retreated to her spot, but her eyes still scraped over Susan like knives.

Susan breathed a sigh of relief, but then tensed up again. She straightened her body stiffly and began to move her feet, performing the simplest of ballroom dances. Her movements were clumsy and rusty—her arms swung rigidly, her hips twisted unnaturally. She hadn’t danced at all since her husband died in a car accident five years ago. The last time was at his birthday party. His arm around her waist, her laughing like a girl in his embrace. Now, her blouse hanging open, her bra exposed, she was clumsily swaying in front of a stranger, eyes shut tight, pretending none of this was real.

You leaned back in your chair and savored the sight before you. Her tits jiggled gently with each clumsy dance step, the cream lace edges peeking out. Her lashes were still wet with tears, and her lips were red from being bitten. That mixture of unwillingness and forced compliance—the sheer humiliation of it—made your cock rapidly swell and stiffen inside your pants. You slowly pulled down your zipper, and your massive cock sprang out, bobbing slightly in the air.

Though her eyes were closed, Susan seemed to sense something. She cracked them open just a sliver and saw you gripping that thick, intimidating cock in your hand. She gasped sharply, her cheeks flushing red again: “You… you pervert!” She abruptly stopped dancing, spun around, and headed for the door, her high heels clicking rapidly against the floor.

You didn’t get up to chase her. You didn’t even raise your voice. You just slowly stroked your cock up and down, the tip oozing clear precum that glistened lewdly in the sunlight. In a tone as calm as if chatting about the weather, you said, “Go ahead. I really will go see your boss. And your son. Miguel’s studying engineering at State U, right? I’ve got some friends over there. They could ‘visit’ him every day, make sure he knows exactly who his mom owes.”

Susan’s steps halted. Her hand was already on the door handle, but it was shaking so badly she couldn’t turn it. She stood there, back to you, shoulders heaving. You heard her draw a deep breath, and then her hand slipped off the handle. She turned around, her face full of rage and humiliation, but her feet carried her back, step by step. She stood once more in the center of the office, shut her eyes, and resumed that clumsy ballroom dance. A single tear squeezed out from her tightly closed lids, rolled down her cheek, and dripped onto the floor.

You watched her like this—open blouse, lace bra, clumsy dance steps, tightly shut eyes, tears of humiliation—and your stroking hand unconsciously sped up. Her compliance was taking root, but it wasn’t enough yet. She still dared to close her eyes. She still dared to curse you in her heart.