Stopped by your new fan

"Hey there," you hear as you feel a hand on your shoulder. It's the creep from before who got handsy during the photo op. "Having a good time?" He asks, obviously masking some ulterior motive.

"Trying to get some work done, thank you. Have a good day," you say dismissively as you turn to walk towards the booth again. This time his hand grabs your arm. "After feeling that sweet ass of yours, I couldn't help but take some pictures of my own. I've been following you around." Your stomach drops as he holds up his phone and scrolls through dozens of candid pictures taken of you. Some zoomed in on your chest, some on your feet, but most of his pictures focused on your ass in those tight hotpants.

"Get away from me you fucking perv before I call security!" you bark at him. However, he doesn't budge.

"Not so fast there, sweet cheeks. Seems someone's been fraternizing with the enemy." He holds up a picture of you exchanging numbers with the other booth girl. "Bet your boss wouldn't appreciate you giving any information to your rival. Maybe I even heard you mention some trade secrets. But I could be persuaded to delete the pics of you two..."

You feel panic start to set in. What if Mr. Li won't change you back? He'd be livid if he found out you were socializing with her. As much as you hate this creep, you can't take that chance. "F..fine, what do you want?" You stammer.

A huge grin slowly spreads across his face.