Fake an injury

John suddenly cried in pain an reached for his groin. "Argh! This can't be happening. I have been training for so long!". Katy, startled, stepped ever so slightly backwards, her tits following the motion.

"What's the matter boy? What do you mean training?" Katy was incredibly confused. This boy that came out of nowhere was cluchting his crotch and crying out. And Katy had never dealt with a situation as bizarre as this one. Katy knelt down beside John and put her hand on his shoulder. Her breasts were always getting in the way when crouching. And would get squished between her thighs and her chest.

When her warm and soft hand made contact with John's shoulder, it immediatly calmed him down. "This seems to have worked" Katy thought to herself, happy that the boy was no longer crying out in pain.

"I'm terribly sorry Miss. I have been training for quite some time and this will put a strain on my deadline" he explained. "There there boy, what have you been training for then?" she asked.

This question took John of guard. He hadn't thought so far ahead. In a panicked state he answered: "For the circus...? Yes! The circus. I want to perform so badly. Tightropes have always been my passion". The lie forming in his head started getting traction, and John went with it. "Ever since I was little I had always dreamed of performin. And the fence between our gardens is the perfect width to practice on". Katy's eyes turned from confusion into pity, and her defensive posture softened ever so slightly more. "But now I can't peform anymore I fear"

"Now why would that be? I can't see anything out of the ordinary" Katy answered. Her eyes scanning the boy for injuries. Then her gaze rested upon the raging boner of the boy. And her mind once again filled with doubt. "But do you mind explaining, err, that right there?" she indicated with her head towards John's groin.

"That's exactly what concerns me. A common practice with tightrope dancing. Is getting your 'forward centerer' straightened. And you see, it is now completely swollen. Argh I can't take it, it hurts" John explained. His mediocre acting somehow convincing the busty vixen next to him.

"Oh deary me. This seems serious". Katy was concerned for the boy in front of her. However she was always insecure about her intelligence. And would often try and talk her way out of it. "I see now boy. Yes ofcourse the 'forward centerer'. I've heard of plenty of cases like this" she lied. "I, ofcourse know that there are many ways to save you from this predicament. But err.. Maybe you would like to tell me what would work best?" Katy stammered

"I can't believe it. The dumb bimbo is actually falling for my scheme". John saw his golden opportunity. "Well.... there is one way you might help me out."