Consequence of Running Engine DNP

Jay's hand, still wrapped around his spent cock, slowly released its grip, his fingers unfolding like a flower opening its petals as there was a tap on the window of his car.

Jay pulled his pants up and rolled down the window "Sir, we had a report of a car engine running for over an hour. I waited until you were done having your fun. But I am going to have to ask you to step out of the car" the female security guard ordered.

Jay was caught off guard, his eyes widening in surprise as he stared at the security guard, her face a picture of stern professionalism. He fumbled for a moment, trying to process the sudden interruption, before finally managing to stammer out a reply. "Uh, what's going on? What's this about?"

The security guard's expression didn't change, her voice firm and authoritative. "Sir, you're parked here for almost 2 hours and your are blowing yourself in your car. I have it all recorded if you would like to watch...I know I will later" and she held up her phone to Jay showing him in his car with his head thrown back giving himself a blow job.

Jay's face turned bright red as he stared at the security guard's phone, his eyes widening in horror as he took in the incriminating evidence. He felt a wave of panic wash over him, his mind racing with thoughts of how he was going to get out of this situation. He tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat, and all that came out was a faint croak.

The security guard's expression didn't change, but her eyes seemed to gleam with a hint of amusement as Jay pulled out a wad of cash and said, "Perhaps we can work something out?"

The security guard's eyes flickered to the wad of cash in Jay's hand, her expression unreadable. She didn't say a word, but instead, her gaze lingered on the money for a moment before she slowly reached out and took it from Jay's hand. Her fingers brushed against his, sending a spark of electricity through his body, but her touch was brief and professional.

As she pocketed the cash, the guard took a different phone out of her pocked and texted Irina a message that read, "Jackpot! Thanks again for the tip"