A no, but...

For a moment, Nick honestly thought about doing just that. But he quickly banished those thoughts. Taylor had been screwed with enough, and he wasn’t going to be like the trio. “Well, I did think about it, I mean, you’re naked and I’m hard as hell because of that, but I’m not that much of a selfish jerk. Anyway, I think I’m done. Go ahead and get dressed. I’ll just jerk off before I leave or something.”

Taylor nodded as she turned and bent over to pick up her clothes. Nick absently began to stroke himself, admiring the view as he watched her bend over and pull her panties and jeans on. He then raised an eyebrow as Taylor hesitated with her bra in her hands.

Putting it down, Taylor sighed before turning to him, though her face was pointed at the floor, “Do…do you want me to help?”

Nick blinked as he paused, “…What?”

Fidgeting a bit, Taylor explained, “Well…it’s kind of my fault you’re like this…and it is flattering in a weird way…so I thought I could help you deal with it…I mean, I don’t want to have sex, but I could try to dance for you, or jerk you off…or suck it.”