You propose a deal

You glare at Philip, who is visibly trembling his eyes frantic with fear. Laurel remains bent over the table, biting her lip as though to stop herself from giggling, her skirt still pulled up over her delicious rump. Naomi seems to be in shock beside you, her eyes wide and anxious.

"What do I want? What could make up for this outrage?" you snarl, gesturing at Laurel. "Well let me tell you what seems fitting. Since you thought it was ok to fuck my wife, I think I should fuck yours." You put your hand on Naomi's ass as you speak, feeling her quiver as you see Philip's eyes widen in shock.

"What...my wife...oh...no...that's...oh God..." Philip babbles, looking horrified.

"It seems fair to me Philip. You fucked my wife, I get to fuck yours. Or we can deal with this another way, and you can find yourself unemployed. Your choice Philip. Your wife or your job." Naomi is quivering again, glancing between you and her husband, biting her lip uncertainly. You give her ass a squeeze and hear her gasp sharply.

"Oh...I...Oh..." Philip stammers, looking utterly miserable. "Naomi? Um...what...oh God...Naomi? What do you....um think...Oh God..."

"Yes Naomi, what do you think?" you ask with a sneer, turning to look at the trembling young wife. "Are you willing to fuck your husband's boss to save his job?"

She looks at you with wide, submissive eyes, looking every bit like a frightened rabbit. She glances briefly at her husband, then turns back to you and nods slowly, silently mouthing the word 'yes.'

"Louder Naomi. Say it so everyone can hear."

With a sudden angry glance at her husband, Naomi nods her head sharply.

"Yes. Yes, I'll fuck you, Mr. Chandler."