Sydney on the phone

Suddenly Mick has his phone in his hand. You're still on your knees between his legs. You hear the distinctive CLICK sound of the phone's camera, and realize that your boss now has the material to **** you whenever he wants.

"You look hot," Mick comments, staring at the photo of you on the screen of his phone. You can't tell if he's looking at his new photo or the ones that got you into this whole mess in the first place. It really doesn't matter, seeing as this seems to indicate you'll be keeping your job after all.

Mick, it seems, isn't done with you yet, though. He's calling someone, his phone pressed against his ear. "Hey Sydney," he says. Your heart skips a beat when you hear your friend's name coming out of his mouth. "Yeah, I'm just in the office. Come on back." There's a pause. "Fuck them. Gemma will take the tables. I'm your boss, the customers aren't."

You start scrambling to get all your clothes, but Mick pushes you back onto your knees. "Uh uh," he says. "You're gonna stay here."

You start to panic. Is he serious? Is he expecting you to let your friend see you like this?