Find her

You'll kill her. If she took photos of you and ran without holding up her end of the deal, you don't actually know what you'll do.

But you're pissed.

You hold your robe shut and try to push down your erection as you hurry away from the cabin. Where could she go? You have to stay away from the lights so nobody sees you, and that means going through the bushes and not using the paved paths. That really sucks in slippers.

What do you know about Lisa? She's not that much older than you. She's not a very smooth operator, either. She was horrible at sneaking around the infirmary. She must be trying to leave, and the camp is way outside the city. If she wants to go, she'll need her car. Her car has to be in the parking lot.

Tonight sucks. You are still a soccer star. You're fast, even in slippers. You run as fast as you can and arrive at the parking lot in time to see her get into her car. It's not the nicest car, but what do you expect from someone who sneaks around with a camera looking for dirt on university soccer players?

You jump into the passenger seat and she screams. She's startled, but you're also wearing a sweaty robe and there are leaves in your hair from running through the woods.

You brush the leaves off and give her your scariest look.

"Shit," she says.

"Give me that camera!"

"I'm deleting it! Look!" She quickly does it, but that was just the pic of you.

"Did you take more of her doing that shit to me?"

Lisa gets this weird look. "What was she doing to you?"

"I don't know." It's an uncomfortable memory. "She was kind of feeling up my butt and pinching me and stuff. Asking me questions."

"She is weird."

"So what about the photos?"

"Look! You can't see your face." She shows you on the camera. It's true. All you can see is someone in a robe with hair like yours. "No one will know."

"Who are you going to show it to?"

"I'll **** her," Lisa says. "No one will see it. She'll just pay me."

"That's a crime," you point out.

"We had a deal."

"It was a stupid deal."

Lisa puts her hand on your thigh. You tense up and look at it.

"I'll hold up my end," she says, obviously whining to get you to go along with it. She really wants these photos. This is your weakness. You are so frustrated that just a woman's fingers on your leg makes your cock tingle.

She can see that you want it, and she slips her hand into your robe. Her soft fingers find your cock, which is already halfway hard.

"It's OK," she says.

You gasp as her fingers squeeze your sensitive shaft. Your cock is used to your hand, but it loves this.

She slides her hand up and down, pulling your erection out of the robe. Lisa stares at it, impressed by the size of it. It's bigger and harder than usual because you have been teased so much tonight.

You grab the handle over the car door and lean back, closing your eyes. Your thighs squeeze together as she masturbates you gently.

"Go on. Do it," she says.

You breathe hard and look at her. Her face and eyes tell you she's turned on. Her mouth is open, and you look at her soft lips and tongue.

"Unn!" you grunt, and your hips jerk out of the seat. You fall back with a moan as your cock throbs.

When you open your eyes, your semen is running down the inside of the windshield and Lisa is in shock. It's all over the dashboard too.

You pant for breath, and embarrassment hits you. You are sitting in a stranger's car with your disgusting robe open, nude body exposed, cock out, having just cum from a handjob from a blackmailer.

You tie up your robe and get out of there.