Strut Interrupted

"Bonnie," I say, "you know that if a customer demands you be his ****, you have to. You don't want to get fired or even arrested for refusing such a legal request."

"Oh, I know!" she says with a hint of panic in her voice.

Just before we make it out of the store, a woman Bonnie's age comes in drinking a smoothie. She is tall and thin and is wearing a tight black knee-length skirt and a dark pink long sleeve blouse. She had curly auburn hair down to her shoulders, green eyes, and plump lips. "Bonnie!" she said in shock, "what's going on?"

I look at her name tag, Mary Rose: Manager. "Mary Rose, since I demanded Bonnie be my ****, she had to agree as is your store policy. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Oh no!" says Mary Rose.

"Good, now why aren't you naked?" I ask. The manager should always be naked; it's company policy."

"I just went to lunch!" she says apologetically. "I'll strip ASAP!" she hurried to the back.

I waited for Mary Rose to come back. She was nude and smiling nervously.

"Very good," I said, "I can't wait until you agree to suck me off if I buy Casey here some clothes from your store. Giving blowjobs to men who buy clothes here is company policy too, or do I need to complain to headquarters?"

"Oh, I know that!" she says. "I was just about to remind you of that."

"Good," I said. I turned to Bonnie. "Bonnie, hike that skirt up a bit, so your ass cheeks show. Strut with a hand behind your head and one on your hip. Strut like a truck stop hooker."

"Yes, sir," she says blushing. She puts her left hand behind her head and her right hand on her hip. She starts to strut down the mall, swaying her hips.

I turn to Casey. "I think Bonnie needs a slap on the ass every once in a while to put her in her place."

Casey smiles and giggles. She kisses you on the cheek then runs up to Bonnie and smacks her on the ass.

I was really horny now, but decide to follow Bonnie and Casey to see what reactions they get.