The manager and owner of the coffee shop. (Carmen's Perspective)

A few minutes earlier...

Carmen examines herself in the bathroom mirror after touching up her makeup. She’s satisfied with her handiwork, having gone a little darker around the eyes for that "smoky eyes" look.

Brings out a certain...intensity, she thinks to herself. Together with her ruby red lips and high cheek bones, her look conveys a kind of sexy authority. Not too sexy, of course. She isn't some kind of slut.

Carmen did her makeup in a rush earlier after sleeping through her alarm and she still ended up late to work. Luckily for her, she's the boss, so she doesn't have to worry about being fired or reprimanded. Of course, it sets a bad example for her employees, and she knows that the next time one of them is late, they'll bring up her tardiness today and demand leniency. She sighs, putting those thoughts out of her head as she continues to admire herself. Her chestnut hair is tied up in a loose ponytail, with her bangs parted down the middle in a way that frames her face nicely.

Carmen moves her eyes down to her torso. She's wearing a blue, button-up blouse, tightly fitted over her rather large breasts, with a few extra buttons undone to show off her ample cleavage. She runs her hands over her boobs, feeling their heft and taking pleasure in the fact that they fill others with awe. In the past, she has considered getting them reduced due to back pain, but she felt and continues to feel that, together with her well-above-average height, they give her a certain aura of dominance. Both men and women notice when she walks into a room, and both men and women are intimidated by her figure.

Of course, dominance and intimidation were more necessary when she worked in the corporate world than they are in her coffee shop, but she likes to think her breasts, at the very least, help with repeat business. But anyway, instead of a reduction, she opted to hit the gym and work on her core muscles to help support the load of her big boobs. That wasn't the only thing she worked on, which, along with hitting the genetic jackpot, is why her thighs and ass are also looking pretty killer in her tight, knee-length pencil skirt. On her feet, she wears comfortable, but still nice flats. She would like to wear heels for that added height, but when you have to work on your feet all day, you gotta think practically. She raises her eyes back up to her face, taking in her whole reflection one more time.

Damn, I look good. But I can’t admire myself all day.

She checks her silver Rolex watch, the one her stuck-up, bastard of a father gave her.

7 minutes. Yep, time to get back to work.

Carmen turns to the door and steps out of the employee bathroom. She grabs her black apron and ties it around her waist as she walks down the hall, past her office, to the front counter. Upon seeing that there is a line of customers and only two of her baristas, Tracy and Ramona, are working, she becomes greatly annoyed.

Where the hell is Selena?! She should be here by now.

When she had come in that morning, Carmen had rushed into her office to get some paperwork out of the way before redoing her makeup in the bathroom, so she had been unaware of employee attendance. Carmen approaches Tracy, her cute, blonde assistant manager who is currently rushing around to make multiple drinks. Tracy, while continuing to work, looks to Carmen, knowing her annoyed expression means she has something to say.

"Where's Selena?! This is the third time she's been late this week! I know I was late today too, but I wasn't this late." Tracy takes on an uncomfortable smile.

"Um...she isn't late actually. She's here. She's just, um… occupied.”

"Occupied?!” Carmen fumes. “Is she texting in the broom closet again, right when we're swamped?"

"Heh, well... actually she's, um, over there." Tracy turns away from the counter to point into the dining area. Carmen follows Tracy's finger to... to...

"What the hell is going on over there?!!" Carmen exclaims, flabbergasted at the sight of her buck naked employee sitting on the lap of some guy in one of the booths.

“Well,” Tracy starts, nervously, “I guess that guy, um, owns Selena now. So he made her have, um, s-sex with him in the dining area.” Carmen closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and sighs. Tracy laughs uncomfortably before getting back to work. It was obvious from the moment Carmen saw them that that guy owned Selena (though she isn’t sure when or how that came to be), but she can’t have her employees having sex openly in her coffee shop. Carmen looks to the line of customers, then back to her nude employee.

“I’ll take care of this,” she says to Tracy, before walking out from behind the front counter and into the dining area. She storms over to where Selena and the stranger (who appears to be some nerdy college kid) are seated. They’re both slumped in the booth, obviously having just... finished, based on the white goo leaking out of Selena.

Jeez. Guy didn't even use a condom.

Carmen feels a tinge of sympathy for her employee at that, knowing that Selena's new owner doesn't seem to care whether or not he knocks her up. Still, she needs her to get back to work. Carmen, now standing in front of the pair, crosses her arms and begins tapping her foot. Selena opens her eyes and blanches slightly at her boss’s stern stare.

“Um, John?” Selena says to the guy whose lap she’s sitting on.

“Just give me a minute,” responds the guy, whose name is apparently John. Carmen rolls her eyes.

What a prick.

“Ahem.” John quickly sits up and opens his eyes, seeming a little startled. Upon noticing Carmen, he takes a moment to, quite obviously, ogle her, his eyes lingering an especially long time on her breasts. Carmen grits her teeth and narrows her eyes.

This guy’s a real piece of work.

Carmen takes a deep breath and relaxes her demeanor. As detestable as this guy is, he’s still a customer.

“Sir,” she begins, speaking slowly to better control her tone, “I'm the owner of this establishment. I’m going to need Selena here to get back to work.” The guy has the audacity to look confused.

“But… I own her.” Carmen strains to hold back an instinctual eye-roll.

“I’m not disputing that, sir. But if you want your property to retain her job here, she’s going to have to get back to work.” His confusion melts away.

“Ooohhh. Yeah, okay. You can get back to work now, Selena.” Selena, with some help from John, gets up off of his lap, a bit more cum seeming to leak out of her as she stands up straight.

Wonderful, Carmen thinks as she watches the white goop spill out of her employee onto the floor. Selena gives a final lustful look at the guy’s penis before she bends down to pick her underwear up off the floor. However, she’s immediately interrupted by a SMACK to the ass by her owner. Selena jumps in surprise and stands back up.

Well, I can admire a firm hand at least, thinks Carmen, not admitting to herself that the display turned her on a little as Selena, rubbing her ass, turns to face John.

“What was that for?” Selena asks in her typical whiny fashion.

“I told you to get back to work. I didn’t tell you to put your clothes back on,” answers her owner matter-of-factly.

“You mean you want me to work naked too?!”

“Well, not completely naked. You’re free to wear your socks and shoes… and your apron.” Selena huffs.

“How very generous of you,” Selena replies as she bends down to grab only the permitted clothing items.

"That's not gonna fly,” Carmen interjects, causing both Selena and John to pause and look at her. “Nobody is going to be working naked here. Employees must wear their uniforms at all times. This isn’t a strip club.”

"I'd like it better if it was," says the prick with a smirk. Carmen has had enough.

"Listen you little prick," Carmen says harshly, stepping toward the college kid and making him shrink back in surprise. "You may own Selena here, so you don't have to treat her with any shred of decency, but this is my establishment, and I'm tired of your cocky ass. You can either get the hell out of here and let me decide how to run this place, or I can fire Selena and you can both get the hell out of here." The guy seems to have lost his confidence with Carmen staring him down. He laughs nervously and even looks a little apologetic. But then he shakes his head, takes a deep breath, and looks at her with determination.

"I own you."