Let them go with a warning

Feeling out of your depth, but determined to make a decision on your own, you glare at the two maintenance men.

"You will forget this happened. You will never contact this young woman again. Understand?"

"Si senor," one of them says. "But what if she comes to us, like she did before? Threatens us?"

"She won't," you say firmly. "Will you Noelle? You will leave these men alone, understand."

"Yes...but...yes..." she agrees miserably, her face staring at you.

"Now get out of here," you tell the two men. "If I see you with this girl, your jobs won't last an hour, and you'll be lucky if the police aren't involved."

"Si Senor," they mumble before heading shamefaced for the door. Noelle looks up at you, her face a mask of shame and need.

"What about me Sir? What are you going to do to me?" She turns to sit on the bench, facing you and letting her hands fall to her knees, exposing her plump white body and heavy breasts, her creamy thighs parting to expose her sex.

She bites her lips, wriggling as she looks at you with open invitation in her face.