Take your chances in the closet

You cast one last look over your shoulder as Len ushers you into the supply closet. No, you realize, you're a bossy girl, but you don't have the guts to confront Brandon after all the embarrassing things he has said. Reluctantly, you allow the hulking janitor to stuff you into the darkened closet.

You can hardly see anything and you stumble over something damp and unpleasant. It smells like old mop water and cleaning chemicals and, mostly, Len's overbearing BO and rancid breath. He crowds into the closet behind you, his big hand still squeezing your ass beneath your skirt. The door closes and you're in complete darkness.

Len gives you another squeeze on the ass and you try to dance away. You can't, you're hemmed in by shelves of supplies. You turn your back to the shelving unit as Len crowds in closer.

"Hey!" You flatten your palms against his burly chest. "I thought you were going to help me with my lip."

"Right," says Len, but he doesn't mean it how you thought. He leans his face down to yours and mashes his big, greasy mouth against your lips. Before you can object he's thrusting the muscle of his tongue into your mouth, making you want to gag. Len isn't getting the message of your hands pressing against his chest with all your strength. You feel like he's suffocating you with his tongue half buried in your throat.

Despite the situation you're not afraid. Mostly you're just furious. How dare a gross weirdo like Len think himself worthy of you!

Clearly the janitor's sense of entitlement doesn't stop at a kiss. Your eyes go wide as you feel a hand creep under the hem of your plaid skirt and roughly grab the mound of your panty-covered little pussy. You can feel the sweaty heat wafting off of Len's body. His lips smack loudly as he kisses you and drives his tongue all over your mouth. Then his thick fingertips find your little crease and you shudder with pleasure. He strokes your clit, fumblingly, but with a real passion you never see in your boyfriends.

Damn it all...this presumptuous lowlife is getting your juices flowing!

Now you're conflicted. You don't know whether to relent and go with the pleasure or kick this gross creep in his balls and make a getaway.