Master of Lust

The manager, for his part, was at a loss for words. The confrontation had left him reeling, unsure of how to placate the irate customer standing before him. He was desperate to find a solution that would calm her down without causing further commotion. Glancing around for assistance, he spotted one of the waiters and gestured for her to come over quickly.

The young waitress, sensing the urgency, hurried over to the manager\'s side. He leaned in, asking her in a low, urgent tone, "Can you please fill me in on what\'s happening? I need to understand the situation."

As the waitress relayed the details of the unfolding drama, the woman\'s patience wore thinner by the second.

Her voice, laced with growing impatience and incredulity, cut through the air like a knife. "Will you hurry up, you imbecile? Do something!" she demanded, her tone bordering on hysteria.

The manager, now slightly more informed, turned back to the woman, "Yes, ma\'am, I understand your frustration, and I truly apologize for the inconvenience this has caused you. Please, if you could give me just a moment to address this issue," he said, as he gestured towards an empty seat, encouraging her to sit and relax while he handled the situation.

In the thick of the tumult, the manager, feeling the weight of the escalating tension, made his way to Rick and the old Matriarch amidst the confused and upset crowd.

"Excuse me, sir, ma\'am," he started, his voice carrying a mix of diplomacy and urgency, "I must ask you to please bring this situation to a close. It\'s not right to treat anyone in this manner, and it\'s causing quite a stir among our other guests. It\'s also not the kind of atmosphere we want to promote in our cafe."

Rick and the old woman, however, seemed to barely register the manager\'s presence, much less his plea. They were engrossed in their own world of unresolved issues and silent standoffs, completely oblivious to the growing unrest around them.

It was only after a few moments, that felt like an eternity to everyone watching, that Rick decided it was time to wrap up their public spectacle. Perhaps realizing that continuing in such a manner could potentially damage whatever fragile understanding he had with the old Matriarch, or maybe just tiring of the game, he finally acknowledged the chaos around him.

"Perhaps we should relocate this discussion to a more...appropriate setting, away from prying eyes and ears," he suggested, a hint of readiness to conclude the theatrics in his tone.

"Sure," came the crisp nod from the old matriarch, as she pushed herself up from her chair with an air of finality.

Without uttering a single word or offering any explanation, Rick and the old woman made their way towards the exit.

Despite the lingering stares and murmurs, neither of them paid no attention to anyone. Geoffrey stared at two of them, holding his ears with his hands in disbelief.

As they reached the doorway, Rick paused briefly, turning to the manager who had been silently following them, wanting to say something with a conciliatory smile.

With a gentle, almost reassuring pat on the manager\'s shoulder, Rick\'s voice broke the silence. "I really am sorry for all the fuss we caused. I hope it hasn\'t been too much of a headache for you!"

The manager was about to speak something from his mouth, but before he could separate his lips, Rick, without waiting for a response, reached into his pocket and withdrew a bunch of cash, which he stuffed into the manager\'s hand.

"Sir, what...?" the manager began, his confusion evident as Rick interrupted him mid-thought. But Rick, in a gesture of unexpected generosity, waved away the manager\'s inquiry and directed his attention to Gloria and Qasim\'s table.

With a pointed gesture, Rick indicated the couple. Gloria attempted to hide her face in embarrassment, while Qasim looked on with a gentle smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"The couple over there, their bill is on me. Don\'t charge them for anything," he declared, a sense of finality in his voice as if the matter had been settled without room for argument. Qasim, in response, offered a thumbs up in acknowledgment, his appreciation evident.

Admitting this, Rick was about to leave the place, but then again, reeling his mind, he turned his attention back to the manager.

"The extra cash is for you," Rick explained, his voice carrying a note of seriousness. "Keep a watchful eye on this old man," he continued, nodding towards Geoffrey, who still stood at attention nearby. "He\'s not to leave until closing time, understand? I wish I could trust you," he added, his words a mixture of instruction and thinly veiled skepticism.

"Yes… Yes Sir," the manager replied, his shock evident in the widening of his eyes and the slight slackening of his jaw. He was still processing the unexpected turn of events, trying to make sense of Rick\'s sudden acts of generosity and authority.

With a final nod of assurance, the manager gestured for the old matriarch to precede him through the doorway. His smile, though tinged with confusion, remained calm and reassuring as he silently acknowledged her presence and followed her lead.

As they made their way towards the exit, the old matriarch couldn\'t help but cast a lingering gaze back towards Geoffrey, her eyes betraying a mix of sympathy and helplessness.

It was clear that she felt torn, caught between her own sense of duty and the emotions stirred by the situation unfolding before her. Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away and moved forward, her steps heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts and emotions.

Despite the turmoil brewing beneath the surface, she found herself unable to interfere, perhaps constrained by the dynamics of her own obligations and the delicate balance of power within the Blood Thorne family.

And with that, Rick and the old matriarch disappeared into the bustling streets outside. Left behind, the stunned and confused audience slowly began to regain their composure, the chatter of conversation gradually resuming as the café returned to its usual rhythm and atmosphere. Stay tuned for updates on мѵʟ

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As the commotion settled and the cafe returned to its usual buzz, the manager stood rooted to the spot, his mind racing to catch up with the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded before his eyes.

The weight of the thick bundle of cash in his hand served as a stark reminder of the moral dilemma he now found himself entangled in. Each note felt like a heavy burden, a silent testament to the choices he was about to make.

With a furrowed brow, the manager couldn\'t help but wonder about the amount. "How much is it? Looks like 20,000 dollars," he mused to himself, his fingers tracing the crisp edges of the bills as he clenched them tightly.

It was a substantial sum, equivalent to what he could earn in a month or more. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, sinking deep into his conscience and weighing heavily on his shoulders. With such a huge amount in his hand, he felt bound to fulfill the instructions given to him, no matter how conflicted he felt about them.

"The boy was willing to spend so much just to humiliate this old man. He must really despise him too much," the manager muttered to himself, his thoughts swirling with a mixture of disbelief and resignation.

As he processed the depth of the situation, a sense of clarity began to emerge amidst the chaos of his thoughts. With a determined set to his jaw, the manager turned towards the gossiping crowd, his gaze steady and resolute as he prepared to navigate the uncertain waters ahead.

"What are you all doing here, bunched up like a flock of confused chickens?" The manager\'s voice cut through the murmurs and whispers like a knife. His tone was sharp, filled with irritation and impatience.

"Do I pay you to gossip and ogle at other people\'s business? It\'s their personal matter, let them sort it out on their own. Instead of passing judgment, do what you\'re supposed to do," he scolded, his gaze stern as he addressed the female staff members who had been indulging in idle chatter.

Feeling the weight of the manager\'s disapproval, the gossiping ladies quickly dispersed, scurrying back to their tasks with guilty looks and murmured apologies. With a wave of his hand, the manager restored order to the cafe, asserting his authority with a no-nonsense attitude.

"And as for you, Neighbourhood Mommies," the manager\'s voice took on a sharper edge, his frustration palpable. "If you want to have a nice cup coffee and gossip about the tight ass of the young boys you call for cleaning your pools, do it in the corner. If not, get your wrinkly ass out of my cafe."

The members of the Neighbourhood Mommies were taken aback by the manager\'s blunt words, their expressions shifting from indignation to confusion. They felt their boobs tremble and ass cheeks squeeze. They had no retort to lash out at the manager. They were confused, How did he knew about that?

Meanwhile, Geoffrey remained steadfast in his punishment, his teeth gritted in frustration and anger. His eyes burned with intensity, reflecting the depth of his rage . Despite the chaos around him, Geoffrey was surrendering his strength in the exertion, his body has to face because of the ruthless punishment.

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