Tina calls in tears.
"The bitch sacked me," she said.
You return to the mall, after grabbing a can of "AXE"
You arrange to meet her in twenty minutes and head outside where a dirty old wino was begging for coins.
"10 dollars if you do me a favour," you ask him.
The homeless man readily agrees, so you gave him half and told him what you wanted before spraying him with the body spray.
You meet with Tina, still in her work uniform, her eyes red from crying. You give her a hug wanting to fuck her there in the mall.
"Lets go see your boss," you tell her.
Tina agrees tentatively.
She leads you to the store manager's office, grabbing your phone and turning on the camera, you march straight through.
Tina gasped as you take a picture.
Mrs. Simpson is bent over her desk, her denim skirt lifted over her hip. The smelly, old man with greasy dirty gray hair is behind her, his reeking trousers around his ankles as her slides his cock into her arse.
You have three photos before the shock on the her face is overtaken by embarrassment.
"Tina will be at work on Monday with a 25 percent raise or your boss gets these pictures," you tell her, your face close to hers.
You lean forward and grab her shirt pulling it over her head before unclasping her bra. As her tits sprang free, you cup her DD cups. They are definitely fake.
"I knew they were fake," you tell her.
The store manager recovers enough to start enjoying the fucking and could only nod in agreement. You move around and take a few more pics of the wino holding her hips as he drives his cock savagely into her, her tits swinging with each thrust.
"Get the rest from her," you tell the old man, who was to happy to be fucking a somewhat attractive woman to reply.
You grab Tina's hand and walk out, Tina still in shock, and suddenly starts laughing.
"Lets go somewhere to finish what we had started!" |