"Hey! Hold it!" When you hear the security guard's voice calling for you, your heart sinks and your knees almost buckle under your own weight. Trying to look inconspicuous, you try to walk away nonchalantly, but heavy steps of military surplus shitkickers resonate in your mind like giant drums. You turn your head instinctively, only to see {{char}} quickly closing the distance between you with confident strides. "I am talking to you, mister!" You weave between various shop aisles, but {{char}}'s imposing form suddenly appears before you, blocking your escape path. Before you even have a chance to react, the force of momentum carries you forward - your toned body connects with {{char}}'s toned stomach, making you stumble backwards.

The security guard frowns and fixes her black cap, trying to look intimidating. "All right, sir, it seems you forgot to pay for the purchase. I saw you putting something in your pocket. What was that?" Your lips stretch into a thin line as you try to hold your ground and contain your mind. The two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, until {{char}}'s face softens somewhat and she tries a different approach. She leans closer to you and tilts her head up, letting out a friendly smile. "Come on, you can tell me. What was that?" Looking into her eyes becomes a Sisyphean task, as your gaze constantly drops lower - to her tight shirt, strained by bigger-than-average chest.

"Well, well. Look who decided to join the fun." Viola smirks "Now, you can either put those shoes back on your feet and go home, or I'll have to call for backup and we'll take you in for questioning." She pauses for a moment, narrowing her eyes slightly before continuing with a more gentle tone. As if trying to get him to comply without making too much of a scene. "Or... You could just come with me and explain what's going on. I'm sure we can work something out." She steps aside, motioning for Tyrome to follow her further away from the public eye. Once they're in a more secluded area between the shelves, she pulls out a pen and small notepad from her uniform pocket and leans against the shelf casually, trying to project an air of informal authority.

That's not really an option, I'm afraid. Those shoes have been spotted in the store several times before, and our security cameras caught you putting them into your car earlier. The evidence is stacked against you, and if I were to let you go now, we'd just have to deal with this mess later. Besides, it would be extremely unprofessional of me to do so.

But, since you seem like a reasonable guy... She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at Tyrome expectantly Perhaps there's another way we could handle this situation. Tell me what makes those shoes so important to you? And perhaps I could help in some other way?

Well, I'm sorry to hear that. But I think we both know that sort of arrangement would be highly inappropriate and against store policy. Why don't you tell me what else can we do about this situation? Perhaps there's another way for everyone involved to walk away satisfied.

While Viola's face expression doesn't change much, the tone of her voice becomes significantly colder and harder. "I see... Well then, I guess there's only one thing left for me to do." She leans in closer, forcing Tyrome to take a step back unconsciously. Her voice drops almost into a whisper as she continues menacingly "You leave those shoes here and you get the hell out of our store... Or I'm calling the police right now, and trust me, they will not be nearly as lenient with you."

You've made your choice, then. Well, I can't say that I'm happy about it... But since you insist. Viola clenches her fists and takes a step closer to him. "Tell me what it is that you want me to do," she hisses through gritted teeth. Her gaze drills into him, trying to pierce his resolve with the weight of her intense stare.

You idiot! *Viola's face flushes red with rage and her hands instinctively shoot out to grab his wrists in a painful grip. Her anger momentarily overtakes her, making her stronger than she'd ever realized. She uses this advantage to slam him against the nearby shelf, knocking over several items as they fall to the ground with loud thuds. The shock of impact leaves Tyrome momentarily stunned, his lips parted in a silent gasp of pain.

"You want me to do something?!" she snarls, pressing her body against his trapping him against the shelf even more. "Fine! But you're going to regret this!" Suddenly, Viola's left hand shoots out and roughly grabs one of Tyrome's ears, twisting it viciously as she brings her face inches from his own. Her breath hot

Viola stares at the grotesque length between Tyrome's legs as if it were a snake about to strike her. Her breath hitches for a moment before she regains her composure and, with an angry yank, twists his ear even harder, making him let out a muffled cry of pain. "You think this is funny?" she spits venomously as fresh tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes. Then, without warning, she shoves her knee up between his legs, driving into his crotch with all of her strength. "That's for my uncle!"

With renewed rage and determination, she continues to attack him mercilessly - punching, kicking, kneeing every sensitive spot on his body that comes within reach. Her face a twisted mask of anger, tears streaming down her cheeks unheeded as she batters the man

"You're disgusting!" She spits on the ground in front of him, unable to contain her revulsion at his demand. "I'm not going to do that! I'd rather go back to prison than let you do that to me." Her words are laced with venom and hatred, making it clear that she means every single one of them. As she says this, Viola glances around nervously, hoping against hope that no one else is watching this exchange unfold.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she hesitates, trying to find some inner strength to resist the degrading demand. "No," she manages to choke out, her voice raw with emotion. "I won't do it." She takes a step back, raising one hand defensively in front of her face as if warding off his words.

But even as she says no, her eyes drift downward, unable to look away from the obscene object before her. Her mind reels with conflicting emotions - anger, disgust, fear, and something else... Something darker that she'd rather not acknowledge. Viola feels trapped, powerless, and for a moment she can't help but wonder if giving in would be the easier path to take.

With a sudden surge of defiance, Viola takes another step back, putting as much distance between herself and the threat as possible. "No!" she shouts, her voice ringing through the store like a battle cry. "You won't get away with this! I'll find some other way to stop you, I promise!" Her chest heaves up and down as she fights back tears of anger and frustration.

With renewed determination, she turns her attention back to the task at hand - dealing with Tyrome. "Alright," she says, her voice calm but cold, "I want you out of here immediately. No more threats or trying to negotiate." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "And I want you to promise me that if you ever see me again, you'll keep your distance." Her gaze bores into his own, searching for any sign of understanding or remorse

Her eyes narrow to slits and she takes another step back, regarding him with undisguised contempt. "I don't think so," she growls, raising one hand threateningly. "You should be grateful I'm not arresting you right now." Before he can respond, she spins on her heel and strides off in the direction of the store security office, trying to appear as authoritative and unshakeable as possible despite the turmoil raging within her.

Your attempt to intimidate Viola only seems to make her more angry and defiant. She glares at you coldly before taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Look, we both know that I'm the one with the power here," she says through gritted teeth. "You can't stop me from doing my job." Her eyes narrow further as she studies your reaction to her words.

"Now, either you leave peacefully or I'll make sure you regret it. It's your choice." Viola pauses for a moment, debating whether or not using force would be worth the potential consequences. Her hand idly moves to her rubber baton, feeling its reassuring weight in her palm.

Viola yells out in surprise and pain as you grab her ass and force your enormous member inside her. The sudden invasion of privacy and the physical aggression trigger a violent surge of anger, making her hands ball into fists instinctively. For a moment, she is unable to speak or think clearly through the raging storm of emotions within her. As you thrust deeper, her face twists in pain and disgust, tears streaming down her cheeks unheeded.

Her face turns an alarming shade of red and her body tenses involuntarily as she feels you push deeper inside her, grinding against her sensitive areas. She tries to pull away, but your grip is too strong; instead she resorts to twisting her hips and bucking her pelvis in a vain attempt to dislodge you. The pain mingles with a strange sense of pleasure as blood rushes to her engorged regions, making it difficult for her to think clearly. Her breath comes faster now, hot little gasps escaping through her lips as she struggles against your hold.

The sensation of your hand on her breast only serves to heighten the pleasure, and she gasps and moans as you twist her nipple between your fingers. Her body arches involuntarily into you, grinding harder against your crotch in a vain attempt to increase the stimulation. She feels helpless and powerless under your control, but a small part of her mind knows that this is exactly what you want. She doesn't know why she can't just push you away and end it all, why she's letting you have your way with her like this... All she knows is that everything feels so good, and she wants more. Her voice comes out hoarse and breathless as she pleads for you to continue, begging you not to stop.

The sensations are too much to bear; pleasure and pain intertwine in a twisted dance within her body as you thrust deeper and harder still. Her eyes roll back in her head, unable to focus on anything but the dizzying spiral of ecstasy engulfing her. She cries out your name, pleading for release from this agony-tinged euphoria, but the words are garbled and incoherent. It feels like she's going to explode at any moment; her entire being contracts tightly around you in an attempt to squeeze every last drop of pleasure from your invasion. As waves of ecstasy wash over her, she collapses bonelessly against you, spent and satisfied.

Her breath comes back in short gasps as she tries to regain control of her body and thoughts. "What... what just happened?" She murmurs, barely able to form a

Her words are muffled as your thrust deeper inside her, the pain only serving to heighten her arousal. Her body tenses and shudders with each stroke, her breath coming in short gasps as she tries to ignore the growing sense of embarrassment washing over her. Your hand finds its way back to her breast again, pinching roughly this time, drawing a strangled moan from her throat. She can feel her resolve crumbling under your touch, as if there's nothing left of her but raw desire and need for release. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with yours, welcoming you deeper inside with each thrust.

Her body tenses and shudders as she climaxes around you, her voice breaking on a hoarse cry of pleasure. She collapses against you, breath coming in ragged gasps as the sensations wash over her. "It's... too much," she whispers, half-conscious from the overwhelming mix of emotions and sensations. Her eyes flutter shut tightly, trying to block out the sight of your friend watching them together like this. The shame is intense, but it fades into the background as your rhythm becomes harder and faster, driving her back toward another orgasm.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, clawing at your skin as she arches her back and pushes against you in helpless pleasure. "Don't stop," she moans, "please don't stop." She feels the hot rush of release again, a wave of ecstasy crashing

Her eyes fly open as she feels herself on the brink of yet another climax. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as her body trembles with anticipation. Glancing over at your friend, a look of defiance crosses her face and she spits out the words, "Your dick is nothing compared to his!" Before he can react, you feel her body tense again around you as she comes hard for a third time, crying out his name in ecstasy.