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"I wasn't asking you if you have the time or not!" Darren grunted, gently grabbing Frankie by the throat. "You see, I really don't give a damn about your job. It's none of my business. What bothers me, is that you came into this shop, and picked up some cheap rags to bring to the counter, thinking I'm some sort of idiot, who wouldn't catch on to your schemes."
He leaned forward, reaching for Frankie's left ear. "I have to punish you for not being honest with me from the very beginning" he whispered in the man's ear, groping his crotch, with the other hand. "You can call for help if you like, but I'll deny everything, and say you attacked me, and tried to force yourself on me. Who do you think they'll believe? A stranger, or the nice salesman?"
His hand started playing with the zipper, as he backed up a bit, to look Frankie in the eyes again. "If you want me to model that badly, you'll have to be my dog, my slave, and do whatever I tell you to, whenever I tell you. Should you refuse, the entire deal's off, and you can kiss your job goodbye.
He grabbed Frankie's tie, puling it, as though it were a leash around the man's neck. "So let's begin with the tutorial, shall we? I have something on you, you're desperate enough to do anything to keep your job, even if you don't like it, and that's fine as well. I'd love to see you resisting, only to surrender eventually, seeing how you have no other choice. So, I am your master, you are my filthy slave, and I want to take advantage of you right here, right now, and you're going to comply, and keep your mouth shut, while I have my dirty way with you! Is that understood?"
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