Some risky cleaning

Standing just outside the campus gate, you immediately feel a wave of regrets wash over you. The cool breeze tickles your bare skin whilst the hot afternoon sun scorches it. It’s as if Mother Nature herself is teasing you at this point.

You stand still for a moment as fear begins to seep into your mind. No longer protected by the campus rules and walls, all it takes is one prude bystander to get you in trouble with the law. Just thinking about it makes you sick to your stomach.

Nevertheless, with the threat of an ever looming time limit above your head, you figure the best thing to do is get the cleaning over with as fast as possible.

As you make your way around campus, stopping occasionally and periodically to clean windows of dirt, grime, and stains, you feel uneasy. Being naked is one thing, but being this exposed with such a bright yellow vest on makes you feel like a target just begging for someone to see you.

Your heart races with each step you take further away from the entrance, knowing your “escape” becomes harder to reach with each passing second. As you turn your back towards the road to clean, you can’t help but feel anxious. Each low hum turns into speculation on whether that’s a car heading your way or something else entirely. You feel so anxious, that you can’t go three seconds without looking over your shoulder in case someone was watching you.

Everyone window you clean is like taking a small step in an endurance race, inching ever so slowly to the finish line.

But as you trek to the next set of windows the need cleaning, you hear a dreaded sound you’d hope you’d never hear.

You struggle to even turn around, but eventually you spot a bright pink car headed towards you. The engine roars like a predator as it chases after its food, leaving you motionless in fear. All you can do is slap your hands over your erect cock and stand still, with your flight or fight instincts short circuiting.

The hot pink car slows down as it approaches you, turning closer to the curb you were standing on. You think of running but your legs won’t move a muscle!

The car comes to a full stop right in front of you, with your nude reflection painfully reflecting back at you in the front window. The engine stays on, but you hear the windows beginning to roll down. Slowly it’s revealed who’s driving the car, and it’s Claire!?

“What’s up Nudie McCoy? You decided to start streaking outside again? I could see you all the way down the block in that ridiculous thing.” Claire says with a snide tone and shit eating grin you hated.

“N-No!” You exclaim as you look around from side to side frantically. “Can I get in your car, please? I can’t have anyone else seeing me like this!”

“I don’t know… I’d hate to have you ruin my Nappa leather seats with your sweat. I think you’ll need to do something for me first.” She says, curling her fingers around her steering wheel and tapping it.

“I’ll do anything, please!” You say without thinking, knowing damn well you might as well be talking to the serpent in the garden.

She bites her lip and looks down at your hands covering your cock. “Jerk off for me and maybe I’ll let you in, or is that too much exhibitionism for you, you pervert.”

Your heart sinks into your chest. “No way! I can’t do that here!?” You reply, clutching your junk in your hands tighter.

“Then I guess I’ll just leave then. Maybe I’ll let everyone in town know that a naked guy is walking around the city with his shit hanging out!” She revs up her engine, causing a loud roar across the block.

“No no no no! Please don’t tell anyone! I don’t want to get in trouble for this!” You plead.

“Then get to jerking it, Naked Boy!”