Clark helps... kinda.

You look in terror up into the Janitor's leering face as you struggle to break away. You can see your own deep, inviting cleavage reflected in his hungry eyes.

"No! please?" you plead, unsure who you're begging for help: the Janitor or Clark.

A strong hand clamps down on the back of your shirt and for an instant, you wonder if you aren't about to have your shirt simply torn off. Instead, with a powerful yank, Clark pulls you free of the Janitor's grip. Instead of pushing you safely behind him, however, he continues to hold onto the scruff of your shirt, as if you're a badly behaved child who has just been caught in the act.

"Hold up there," Clark says easily to the Janitor whose face has clouded with anger. "I can't just let you have your way with her."

"But she owes me!" the Janitor begins to protest.

"I know." Clark says calmly, "Believe me, I know all too well. So I'll make you a deal: you let her go and she'll give you a titty fuck that you'll remember forever."

Huh?!

"Wait a sec," you protest weakly as your cheeks flush with color. You try and fail to turn to Clark to look him in the face; unable to break his grip now. "I didn't agree to this!"

"Hey!" Clark barks in your ear, "I'm just a concerned third party here, but if you'd rather negotiate with him directly..." Clark pushes you forward again and you see the hungry gleam in the Janitor's eyes return immediately.

"No!"? you squeak in panic, "I'll do it. I-I want to do it! Please!" It won't be that bad. You'll rub your chest along his rod and then he can blow his load into a tissue and you can finally leave. It actually doesn't sound so bad as you consider it. Maybe (a very big maybe, mind you) you'll even enjoy it. A little.

"Good," says Clark triumphantly. Is is he somehow enjoying this? No, that's ridiculous. You've never given anybody any reason to enjoy your suffering. Stupid question really.

"And how about you?" Clark asks the Janitor whose eyes have never left your body. Unbidden, you feel a slight thrill run through your body as you anticipate the coming act. You only hope your hard nipples aren't too visible through your shirt; held all the tighter across your heaving chest by Clark's grip.

You watch as the Janitor's slimy tongue glides across his lips. "She promised me much more than that." he protests grumpily, but you've seen enough guys give into your wants to recognize a victory when you see one. Finally, his eyes leave your soft skin and move to Clark's face.

From your position, you can't see the face that Clarke is making but you immediately see a grin spread across the Janitor's face. He nods once then turns back to you. "Deal." he breathes huskily.

Frantic second thoughts immediately begin to flitter through your mind but all too quickly you're goose-stepped into the Janitor?s dingy office by Clark with the Janitor right behind you.

A tiny voice is begging you not to do this but you aren't sure why. Are you really going to give this guy his titty job? Do you have any other bright ideas?