She tries to avoid the "test"

"So," she said, her voice steadier than she expected, "what exactly does 'testing' entail?" She met his gaze, refusing to blink.

Jack's grin widened. He lifted his hand from her thigh, letting water droplets trail down her skin. "Thorough testing." His other hand slid behind her neck, fingers tangling in her wet hair. "Stress tests. Endurance trials. Maybe..." His thumb brushed her collarbone. "...some vibration analysis."

Vanessa's heart sank hearing the word "endurance". She had hoped she could maybe give a quick tittyfuck or handjob to get rid of Jack before he invades her most private places. Or maybe it's just horny talk. Vanessa still had no clue how men actually function.

Jack's thumb pressed harder against her collarbone. "You're trembling," he murmured. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle... at first." His other hand slid lower beneath the water, fingertips tracing the inside of her thigh. Vanessa gripped the edge of the tub. She realized she needed to be more active if she intended to defend her fort and score a defense win.

Vanessa lifted herself up slightly, mainly to stop Jack's hand from reaching her crotch, but to also hoping to distract him and buy her more time to consider her next move. This seemed to work, as Vanessa's enormous breasts rose above the water level, giving Jack a first view of them completely unobscured.

Jack's eyes widened, his grin turning predatory. "Impressive," he murmured, leaning forward. "Very impressive." His gaze lingered on her breasts, clearly mesmerized.

Vanessa seized the opportunity, and Jack's fully erect cock. The man in the café had taken merely seconds while looking at Vanessa's bare breasts and being stroked by her. Would Jack be as easy to please?

Jack gasped sharply as Vanessa's fingers wrapped around his shaft beneath the bubbling water. His predatory grin faltered for just a second—long enough for Vanessa to see the flicker of surprise. She squeezed firmly, sliding her hand upward with deliberate pressure, trying to replicate the moves that she instinctively employed on the man in the café. Jack's hips jerked involuntarily.

"Clever girl," he breathed, his voice strained. But instead of succumbing, his other hand shot out and seized her wrist, pinning it against the tub's edge. Water sloshed violently as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "But I didn't come here for a handjob."

"Of course you didn't", Vanessa said. "But I am allowed to test the testing equipment, am I not?"

Jack's grip tightened on her wrist. "Don't play games," he growled, but Vanessa felt his cock twitch against her palm. She kept her strokes slow and firm, remembering how quickly the man at the café had spilled his seed on her hand. Water droplets slid down her forearm as she worked him beneath the surface.

"You're testing *me*," she countered, meeting his darkened gaze. "Shouldn't I inspect the tools?" Her thumb circled his swollen tip, smearing pre-come through the chlorinated water. Jack hissed through clenched teeth. For a moment, his hips bucked forward—almost surrendering—before he snarled and shoved her hand away.

"Enough." He surged upward, water cascading off his shoulders as he hauled Vanessa against his chest. Her breasts flattened against his damp skin. "The bed," he ordered, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Now."