You were about to let it go... but the manager appears

You contemplate your options for several seconds, as Sammy waits your reply.

At this point, another woman steps up coming from inside the back room.

She looks older, mid thirties, wearing a respectable blue skirt and blouse combo, like an office worker.

She seem nervous and as soon as you make eye contact she starts talking rapidly.

"Samant- Sammy is willing to go with her new nickname at her workplace, amends have been made, you have had your coffee... so please let us go about our work..."

A few murmurs from the crowd, all have them have been waiting as this unfolds, but no-one other than this woman had dared talk to you.

"What's your name?" you ask, knowing you will make an example out her.

"Jessica White, i am Sammy's manager, i am in charge of this-"

"No, from now on, you are Jessy, and i am the one in charge." You say, your eyes staring at hers, in a silent tug of war.

"No. You can't do this... i will not answer to-" she replies, but you feel the confidence wavering in her voice.

"Yes, you will Jessy" then you think of what a movie gangster would say before continuing "after all, you don't want your family to get hurt..."

"You bastard! Let them out of this... they..."

But her expression changes... and you know you touched a sensitive point. You stay silent, letting her imagine all the nasty things that could happen.

Another few seconds go by, until she relents, dodging your gaze and replies resigned "Yes... i am now Jessy and you are in charge... god dammit."

You chuckle at her expression "Now now Jessy, it's quite rude to use such a language in front of the customers. Take off your blouse."

She looks pleading at the crowd, hoping for support, for someone to intervene on her behalf, but no-one is willing to put themselves in the spotlight.

Not only that, but a couple other men from the crowd are now taking out their mobile phones, probably to take pictures or record the event.

You smile as you put her in an impossible situation, her dignity or the safety of her loved ones.

She moves hesitatingly, slowly taking off the blouse and dropping it to the floor, exposing her C sized breasts protected only by a black bra.

She tries her best to cover herself with her hands and arms folding them in front of her, as she tries to shield them from view.

You will not allow her such modesty... "Hands behind your back."

A small part of the crowd is now eagerly waiting for what will happen next, even though the majority seems disgusted and angry at your antics.

She looks back at you, face red in embarrassment, yet, she can't seem to move her hands away and expose herself.

Suddenly she makes a **** plea...

"Can we please go to somewhere more private Sir? Please... i beg you."

"And why would i do that?" You ask amusingly "We don't want to deprive the customers from such a treat..."

"I beg you Sir---" she knows her words are probably being recorded but still goes through with it "I will apologize properly... in private, Sir, please let us go inside."

You hear a couple of chuckles from the men in the crowd... everyone knows exactly what she is offering, if only you spare her from this public humiliation.

But you want to make her say it out loud.

"Are you begging me to have sex with you Jessy?"

"Y-y-yes, Sir. Please..."

You can see a tear ruining her otherwise perfect makeup, as she is **** to admit it.

It feels such a rush to be in this position of power, knowing she will do whatever you tell her to do.

Will you take her on her offer?