Give him what he wants

You glower at him while trying to figure something out. Unfortunately, you can't think of a solution. His plan is ridiculous. It's never going to work. All you'll accomplish is letting Mandy know you're planning something, if she hadn't figured that out by herself yet. Nothing else for it, then. "Fine," you say, malice dripping from every letter, "But clean that thing up first. I'm not going near it while there's any trace of cum still on there. "Makes sense to me. 48 minutes is plenty of time for a shower, I suppose." He stands up, and you sidle back a bit. No need to risk getting too close. "In fact," he continues, "Why don't you join me? And before you say no, just consider that I might lose track of time and spend an hour in there, if you're not there to remind me."

Darryl wraps a towel around his waist and starts for the door. "You coming?" Fuck, you don't really have a choice at this point. You walk over to the same drawer he pulled his towel out of, but he stops you before you can grab one. "Uh-uh. No need." "No need! There could be people out there!" He sticks his head out the door, then looks back. "Nope. And don't pretend you're some shining beacon of modesty all of a sudden. Come along, now." As much as you desperately want to grind his balls into a pulp, that would just make it even more impossible to win your GAME with Mandy 'his way'. You resign yourself to 45 minutes of him demeaning you. So long as he actually does keep his side of the bargain, in the end.

Mercifully, the corridor is empty as you scurry over to the communal bathroom. It too is empty of all but Darryl, who has thrown his towel on a rack and is stepping into one of the semi-enclosed shower alcoves. He holds the curtain open and gestures for you to enter. Oh, a fucking gentleman now, is he? Regardless, you walk past him into the shower, and he steps in behind you, pulling the curtain closed.

Seconds later, warm water is raining down on both of you - there's not exactly a lot of space in there. "Well, you wanted it clean. Go ahead and wash it." His cock has long since grown back to full rigidity, and you grab hold of it without looking down. You stare daggers at him as you rinse him off, but his smile never falters. Satisfied that he is, for the moment at least, completely cum-free, you stop. "There. Clean. Let's go." "I don't know, Cindy. Kinda feels like there's some stuck inside, you know? I think you'd better suck me off, just to be safe. Flush out the pipes and all." You briefly consider ending this farce with a swift knee to the nuts, but the only thing that gets you is a sense of ****. That won't do you any good if Mandy is more successful if she's more successful in whatever she's sure to be 'arranging' for you. After all this is over, though, you are going to fuck him up so hard. Maybe literally.