Fuck the tour, and Bendover too!

The drunken bunny glared out the window. “Aw, I don't wants to give a tour today.” She gave Jake a smile so sloppy she almost drooled. “Can't we just talk some more?”

Jake's cock twitched in his pants. Bendover had become his fantasy come to life, and he couldn't resist anymore.

Reaching into his pocket, Jake made a wish, and watched the tour bus slowly empty of tourists and pull away.

He said, "Sure, why don't we talk some more, Ms. Bendover? After all, the tour is closed today anyway."

Ms. Bendover hiccuped, looking horrified. "Oh noesh...Did I forget? I'm shuch a silly shlut!"

Jake just grinned and leaned on her (now his) desk. "Yes, you are... And I think I know what we should do now..."

Ms. Bendover flashed a happy, expectant grin.