"... grab your dick and start stroking."

"Are you insane? Being almost naked is bad enough. I'll get seen, people will call the cops! You said I wouldn't get in trouble if I obeyed you!"

"Silly boy, I'll let it slide this time because it was the first one. Next time I have to repeat myself you get a forfeit and you won't like those. All the girls that can see you from this angle are friends of mine, I promised them a good show. So you are going to spread your legs, grab that big sausage of yours and stroke or you'll wish it wasn't the least embarrassing thing I ask of you today. "

K-T had gotten himself there due to his lack of common sense, and now he was stuck. Just sitting there like this was already enough to get him fired or in trouble with the law. If he obeyed her he might have a tiny chance to get out of it discreetly she wouldn't be able to do much to him at work without getting herself in trouble too, he hoped.

He obeyed her, spread his knees he had kept closed all this time, grabbedhis treacherously hard cock and began stroking himself, trying to avoid making it obvious to other observers what he was doing. And most of all trying not to think where all those high definition videos taken from half a dozen latest gen phones would end up. But just like you cannot consciously avoid thinking about a purple rhinoceros, trying to avoid such thoughts was a sure-fire way to flood his mind to various ways he might meet up people who would have already seen him masturbating, making him even harder. She never told him how long he was supposed to do it for so he had **** to continue approaching closer and closer to the moment he feared most. Making himself cum in public. All he could see was the devilish grin on the faces of Lucy's friends.

"Stop!" she told him to his short-lived relief. "Remove your t-shirt!"

K-T was dumbfounded, she was really going to make him naked in public on his first day at his new job. He had barely been there half an hour! Being seen topless if people thought he had a swimsuit on was way less embarrassing than what he was just doing, so he removed his t-shirt and awaited further instructions.

"Now continue to stroke yourself and cum in your t-shirt, I saw you cum before, I don't want a pint of yogurt to fall into the pool!" she instructed him. As bad as what she was making him do was, he would for sure get caught with nothing to catch him cum. K-T's ejaculations were of rather massive proportion, so much so that he had been convinced that the obviously fakes one he saw in porn were real until told otherwise.

It didn't take him very long to finish and soon the entire front of his brand new uniform was covered by a thick layer of semen.

"I'm not so devious that I'll **** you to wear it back like that, but you won't get another one today and you won't be able to clean it. Your choice!"

K-T only had considered putting it back on like that as the most nightmarish thing that could happen, yet it was the last bit of clothing he had access to till the end of his shift and he was afraid of letting go of it?