You stake your claim

Dinner was a slightly unusual affair, as you decided to be joined by Mr. Jenkins, who was undoubtedly subdued and the thrill of seeing his reaction to the stares and glares of quite a few of the guests made you laugh a bit. The old man seemingly wilted under the intense scrutiny and his fidgeting in the chair was often misunderstood by others as the result of your control over the situation. You didn't do anything to dispell this notion, nodding your acknowledgment to more than one man who came up to thank you for setting this guy straight, or the women who thanked you for making sure he stayed away from his partner. The extra sense of glee they had when you told them that she left and dumped his ass made the humiliation all the more fun.

Throughout dinner, as you ate, you could tell that the changes in his body were already starting to take hold as he squirmed and then, in the middle of dinner, he gasped and groaned slightly as the changes occurred. Having seen what went on earlier that afternoon, you had no doubt that by the end of it, Jenkins was now the proud owner of a very wet and very empty pussy, though you couldn't be 100% sure whether it would be suitable or not still. Did you really care, though? Perhaps.

This was a good steak, though.

Seeing that he was no longer hungry, you motioned for the waiter to come and after the plates and dishes were cleared away, you stood up and held out your hand. "Wallet."

The man didn't look up at you as he took his wallet out and handed it to him. "You won't be needing this," you muttered, slipping out the bills and handed it to the waiter. "Here's something to help start paying back for the trouble he caused." You looked at the young man. "If that's not enough, please tell me. Make sure some of it gets to the other staff that took care of this piece of shit, okay?"

"Yes sir, thank you," he bowed out and you looked down at the credit cards before you laughed and placed them back into his wallet before you flung it into the rolling surf. Jenkins made a start but then sat back down as you stared at him.

"Now that it's over, here," you took out a small pipette that had a double load in it and handed it to him. Jenkins eyed the substance inside and his body began to shake a bit. "Take it...you'll need your fix."

The man quickly stuck it in his mouth and moaned again as the first bits of semen went into his mouth. You watched with amusement as the man's hunger overcame the revulsion of sucking a man's cum but you didn't doubt, for a second, that his body needed it. Once it was gone, and the man's eyes were closed, you leaned forward and dropped your voice down. "You're going to becoming my latina cumslut, pet. For that, your skin color needs to change from this pasty thing to a nice golden tan. That will become your natural skin color. Also, you're a bit too tall. I want my pet to be no taller than 5'4". This is my command to you, okay?"

"Your command..." he whispered and nodded slowly as the medicine started to filter through his body.

"Go back to your room. This will be your last night there." You looked at him again. "We'll see you in the morning."

You walked to the head of the restaurant and looked back at Jenkins who was still sitting there, awkwardly mumbling to himself, before you slipped the hostess a piece of paper and a bill. "Here, make sure he gets back to his room. Don't be gentle."

"As you wish, sir, and thank you again."