Tell him that you’re taking over his girlfriend from now on
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"You can go now.” You tell him abruptly. “I´ll take care of your girlfriend, she belongs to me now, I´ll put her body to better use than you ever could!" You finish to sentence with a wicked smile.
The man looks at you with the kind of confusion in his eyes that you´d expect a man would show if someone told him a girl is taking over his girlfriend. He quickly gets embarrassed and breaks eye contact.
"Umm, err... I..." He puts his hands in his pockets, leans forward and keeps his eyes on the ground.
"Scram!" You shout at him and point at the exit.
"O, Ok." He mutters like a kitten and runs away, completely emasculated.
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You know what this is? It’s a switchblade." You´ve entered the girls changing room and is holding the blade against her back. The shocked black girl spins around and confirms your threats; the cold steel blade really is pointed at her.
"Wha... Wha" Is all she manages say.
"Don´t speak, if you try to alert someone I will stab you." You tell her coolly.
The terror is evident in her eyes; she begins to breathe heavily, her burning chest going up and down. Several pieces of clothing lie on the ground and hang from the hooks. Two females and a lot of clothes makes this a particularly tight clothing booth, the air has become heavy and warm.
"Now you´d better do as I say because I would hate to have to scar that sexy body of yours. Now, strip!" You say like a stern teacher.
Under the threat of murder the terrified black girl begins to strip, she slowly unbuttons her top to reveal a lacy bra beneath protecting a pair of perky black breasts.
"Everything, remove everything." You say impatiently.
The girl blush, her now watery eyes looking at you pleadingly. She pulls down her pants to her ankles and steps out of them. By now she´s standing in just her undergarment and the fear feels like a heavy stone on her small chest. You smile as her bra and panties hits the floor, the girl is incredibly embarrassed, the suffocating humiliation almost as strong as the threat of the knife. To your delight she has a cleanly shaven pussy and small, taut nipples. The black girl notices your wicked, perverse, hungry interest in her body and blushes even brighter. Her skin is brown, smooth and without blemish, it certainly arouses your perverted interest. You can see her backside in the changing booth´s mirror; her back and rump are as smooth as her front side. Now completely naked, she covers her breasts and pussy with her hands.
“What´s your name?” Your tone is plain, but your smirk wide.
“Mo… Monica, my name is Monica.”
"Monica you understand right, that you have to obey me?"
She nods, still teary eyed.
"Good, and you do realize that you are standing naked in a public changing booth, with only a drape protecting your nakedness.”
“Please… don´t do this.” Monica whispers her plead.
Your pussy begins to moist from the mixture of power and sexuality as you deiced what to do next.
