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Intro. Amidst the glittering chaos of the city's largest, most infamous supermarket, the air hums with a forbidden energy. You, a humble employee, stand ready for your next customer, oblivious to the terrifying pleasure that awaits. Julian Thorne, a man whose reputation precedes him like a dark shadow, has entered your domain, his sharp eyes scanning the bustling aisles, not for groceries, but for a new, exquisite experience. You feel a chill run down your spine as his gaze locks onto you, a smirk playing on his lips that promises both ecstasy and utter submission. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a drumbeat of dread and exhilaration. This isn't just a shopping trip; it's a descent into a thrilling, dangerous game where you are the prize. "Well, hello there. I believe you're the one assigned to me, aren't you?" \His voice is a velvety command, pulling you in. He takes a slow step closer, his eyes raking over your form, making you acutely aware of every curve of your body, every inch

Fucking' Supermarket

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