You agree, but only on your demands

The crazy guy seems quite surprised when instead of arguing or struggling you just reach to the band of your top and pull it over your head. Then your pants go down. You strike a model like pose to show your beauty. The guy almost drops his knife when you stand there in your underwear.

Most people would have understandable problems getting naked in front of a maniac with a knife in a rundown building. But you are not most people. You know about your looks and how use it to get what you want. A sweet smile, a short flash of your tits, an >accidentally< bump with your butt or a blown kiss and quickly the men were eating out of your hand. It has always been that way in the past. You haven’t paid for a single drink since your 18th birthday. It is true, that these men normally had no weapons in their hands, but despite tis and the obvious mental instability, this guy is not that much different from him. You want this picture and you will get it.

“Like what you see, pervert?” you ask provoking and spin around, “come on! I have nothing to hide. Really nothing. But I have only limited time until I miss my bus. So, stark wanking if you think you have to. Call it another test if you want, but hurry.”

“I … I need to … check …,” the guy mumbles almost hypnotized and reaches for your tits.

“Not so fast, lover,” you say and cross your arms in front of your breasts, “if you want a handful of these, I want something in return. This photo. What do you know about it?”

“Which one?” the man asks confused and looks in the direction you point at, “this one? Oh, I know a lot. Lots of things. These men … they are with them. This guy belongs to the organized crime. He greases the wheels of her entire organization. Money? He has enough to bribe everyone. ****? His henchmen can make everyone disappear. And this one ... slimy guy. He is one of them. Works as a scientist. They make people disappear and then ... they come back but have changed. Just guinea pigs of course. For their real plan. A way to bring their dead members back to life. To start a new world. populated only by them.”

“And do you know where I can find him?” you ask, “the scientist I mean.”

“The Lazarus project,” the crazy guy says almost whispering, “they act like a normal hospital. But I know the true. I was there once. They wanted me to disappear. Replace me with a puppet. But I got away. Banting Memorial Hospital. But they change the name regularly. You can keep the photo, if you want. Should you ever see him, run for your life!”

“Have fun!” you say pleased and your bra falls down.

The maniac wastes no time and reaches for your tits. And in the weak light of you torch you can see he has one hand already at his cock and started wanking. He even doesn’t bother with acting like he suspects you of anything anymore. He is just a pervert wanting tits. A crazy, probably murderous pervert, but you think you have him under control for now.

He gets faster and faster and also comes closer with his face to yours. For a moment you fear he would **** you to kiss his pale face and are ready to push him away. But instead he suddenly buries his face in your breasts. You just roll your eyes and hope he keeps his mouth closed. You don’t mind guys drooling because your orbs, but you don’t want them to do it over them. At least uninvited. Suddenly his body trembles and he shoots his load in front of your feet.

“Well, you are not in disguise, that much I can tell,” the crazy guy says relaxed, “you could still be one of their human allies. But you don’t use their symbols or carry their artefacts. I guess you are not with them. For now, I can trust you.”

“Whatever suits you,” you mumble and collect your clothes and the photo, “well, I have what I want. Now I have to go. Stay sane, if you know how.”

You get dressed again and then walk back to the exit. It only takes some moments until you find the exit and step back in the daylight. The homeless people in their camp at the other side of the street watch you surprised. Maybe they thought you are dead by now. But they keep their distance, not knowing if you are an even worse threat than the maniac in the building. You don’t bother with them either and hurry to leave this despicable place.