You'll let him fuck you.

You look at him with a blank expression for a second or two.

He returns the stare at your chest.

"I'll fuck you. Is that what you want?"

He breaks out into a grin. You contain your rage, expressing nothing but neutrality.

"Forward, aren't you girl? I like that."

He stands up, taking the time to move some of the things off his desk to clear a place.

"I think we can work something out. Lock the door."

You stand up, acting fully like an automaton as you walk to the door with short controlled strides. You shut it, and twist the key, locking it with a click. It takes an effort of willpower to not crush the doorknob in your grip.

Turning to face him, he's finished cleaning off his desk. You stand with your hands on your hips, waiting for his instructions.

"Let's keep this businesslike. You'll take your clothes off, then suck my cock. I'll finish in your pussy. No condoms. In exchange, you can stay until the boat arrives."

You clench your fists.

Who does this jackass thing he is?

"You won't finish in me, or you'll put on a condom." Your voice is stern with just a hint of spite.

"That's the deal on the table, I'm afraid. Take it or leave it."