“Any more questions? Last chance.”
“No Sir, but if I have can I contact you again.”
“No I don’t want to hear from you again, before Monday.”
“Yes Sir as you wish; humble greetings Sir.”
 “Be prepared Candy; refusing assignments could cost you valuable points. Now off you go and be good girl.”
“Yes Sir, bye, bye.”
She added an emoticon of a kiss and a slave-girl kneeling. She knew that this was my favourite emoticon. I took my bike and went to the café to make arrangements.

That Monday morning I made sure to be at the café 11.30. I spoke with Carl the manager of the café.
“Just to make sure all is clear. She will be here in half an hour or so. You will recognize her immediately. I don’t expect any other sluts to show up in a see-through blouse and tartan skirt.”
“I show her to table number one and ……..”
“No, no. You go up to her, grab her arm and escort her to the table. It’s okay to squeeze, compliment her on her clothes and tell her you really like her nipples. If she blushes you tell her that you really would love to pinch them but you know that I would not be okay with that.”
“What if she doesn’t blush?”

“Touch her behind when you say it, she will blush alright. Then tell her that you are so worked up that you will go behind the bar and pinch the waitress’ nipples. Tell her the waitress will not like that and it will be all her fault.”
“What if she picks another chair?”
“Tell her to sit on the chair we prepared and attached to the table. The bulb in the middle will stimulate her pussy and the table leg in between hers will make her horny. Anything else you need to know, you can come and ask me. I will be here right behind this screen, peeping through this hole.”

The frontdoor opens and next thing Candy stands in the café, looking around to find a suitable table. She stands there her stunning legs a bit apart, just hiding a very small part under the tartan.
“My God she was right. It’s a surprise she wasn’t arrested in this one.”
The other customers look up and all stare in her direction. I can see her blush already and even from my point of view, fifteen yards away it is easy to see the contours of her tits in the white blouse and her nipples piercing through the cotton with what looks to be two large coffee stains.
I feel my penis erect itself viewing these huge nipples. There is nothing I can do and I softly caress my member through my trousers.
“She is looking very hot indeed,” the waitress says as she sees the bulge in my pants.”

Carl goes up to Candy and grabs her upper arm hard and rough and speaks loud for all to hear.
“Let me show you to your table Miss; Sir has chosen an excellent spot for you.”
All customers turn their heads to see the mysterious woman being accompanied to her table. As they are almost there and only a few yards away from me, he softens his tone and speaks without the other customers being able to hear, but clearly enough for me.
“Damn you look sexy in that tartan. And I am all hot over your nipples. I would love to pinch them hard, but your Master would not agree.”
“No he wouldn’t,” she replies as her head turns all red.
“Well you make so fucking horny I will take it out on the waitress. She doesn’t like that but I can’t help that; it’s all your fault.”
Now candy blushes really hard leaving no skin pale.

She wants to sit down on the wrong chair. He waits until she’s almost seated and then pulls her up by the hair.
“No Miss, Master has arranged this chair for you. I am sure it will bring you extra points.”
She hesitates as she sees the silicon pad that’s on the chair. She tries to remove it, but it’s stuck; then she tries to pull the chair back but it will not move either.
“Well this better be a lot of points then.”
She swings her leg over the back of the chair revealing a shade of her pink panties and sits down. The silicon pad pressing against her pussy and the table leg in between her legs. I can see her nipples react instantly.
She is obviously nervous nail biting and squirming on the seat which makes her even hotter as she rubs her pussy on the pad.

I have already come to the conclusion that I will need to lie a bit about the points. I was planning for a maximum of 100 points. Thirty maximum for the right clothes and the same amount for looks and forty maximum when doing all assignments. Sixty-five would be sufficient to pass the test and she already had scores over 50 on the first two items.
Thirty on the clothes, couldn’t have been better, the tartan was really short and the blouse was not a real see-through but very close. In spite of the fresh weather no jacket, coat or even a vest. So that needed to be a perfect score.

And as for looks: a Goddess. I mean she was 42 but the short skirt showed that she had a nice round ass and it looked as if her buttocks were still very firm. She had stunning long legs, quite slim below the knee, but firm above the knee. Not huge thighs but strong legs; if those legs were around you she could crack you like a nut.
The blouse showed that her tits were beautiful: A nice small C cup, with huge nipples. Really firm tits, with the blouse on it was hard to check whether they were natural or not, but she had stated before that they were.
A nice soft face, nice lips a modest nose and large beautiful eyes. Her hair was shoulder long, auburn shade and curly. Her skin ivory white, she looked beginning of thirty maximum. It just wouldn’t be fair to deduct points on looks.

I see that Candy in the meantime had stopped squirming and is now actually rubbing her pussy on the silicon pad back and forth each time hitting with her pelvic area on the table leg.
She turns her head to see that Carl pushes the waitress into the kitchen. She gives two short cries as if she was actually pinched hard in the nipples.
Carl then whispers something in her ear. She gets out of the kitchen and walks to Candy.
“What’s the idea bitch? The manager says it is your fault he pinched my nipples this hard and what are you doing anyway on that chair? If you make a mess you can clean it up yourself.”
Candy’s face turns red as a tomato. She stops moving and apologizes.
“I would have been okay with him pinching my nipples,” she hisses. “It’s my Master that wouldn’t allow such. Sorry about that.”
The waitress throws her hair back and paces away.

I think it is time I leave my hiding place and leave last instruction with Carl and the waitress. I especially thank the waitress.
“Thank you for doing this all, I hope Carl shows his gratitude.”
I have to pay Carl for these services.
“That’s okay,” Carl says, “I show my gratitude by giving her a job and she by giving me a blowjob.”
“Well if you collar her Sir, will you let me play with her one day, she’s a real hottie.”
“Only when done in my presence, young lady, I really like girls playing with each other.”
I give her a big wink, when I get from behind the screen.

Candy is totally surprised. She didn’t see me coming from behind the screen and looks at me as if I just fell down from the ceiling or so.
“You okay? You look a bit pale.”
I sit down on the chair next to her and for the first minutes I just look at her, without speaking.
After a short while I can see Candy is feeling very uncertain and she starts squirming again.
“Stop that, slut. You were warned before not to make a mess here.”
Candy looks at me with her big eyes.
“How could he have known? How long has he been here anyway?”
She doesn’t express these questions but I can read them in her eyes.

“And the fact that the manager had to pinch this poor girls’ nipples is now my fault?”
“Well not your fault, Sir. It’s nobody’s fault actually.”
“Well it’s not as it should have been, so it is somebody’s fault. You made him horny with your nipples and didn’t offer them, so I suspect it’s your fault after all.”
“But Sir, you wouldn’t have liked other men fondling your property.”
My God that flattered me; the expression ‘your property’; I didn’t think it necessary to let that show though.
“You could have asked permission for that on Friday and you didn’t; although you knew in advance you was about to make people horny with those nipples. So that’s a deduction of 10 point for I feel it is your fault.”

“I am sorry Sir, but I don’t think that’s fair, how was I supposed to ……… “
“Fair?” I snap, “Fair this is not about you; why should I have to treat you fair, anyway. You are not treating us men fair with your nipples sticking through your blouse like that. You just lost yourself another 10 points. More comments?”
“No Sir, you are right of course it was a stupid remark.”
“Anyway things are not looking good for you, losing the 20 points, I suggest you do not fail on the assignments.”
“No Sir, I will try not to; I really want to succeed.”

“Give me your handbag, I need to check it.”
She hands me the bag and I open it.
“Just want to be sure you didn’t bring spare panties.”
Candy’s face is one big question mark. I give her back the handbag and put a little plastic bag on the table.
“Go to the ladies room and when you get back those cute pink panties of yours are in the plastic bag in your handbag.”
“But Sir that tartan skirt is very short; I could not go without panties. Please Sir. There could be people coming inhere that know me.”
“Listen, cunt. This assignment could bring you 10 points if you do it, if you keep nagging about it I will deduct another five, whether you do it or not.”
Her eyes shoot fire as she grabs the plastic bag and leaves.