Your exposure causes an accident for poor Jerry

Jerry was so distracted by the sight of your ass and the hairless slit between your legs that he stopped watching where he was going, and stepped on something that made his leg fly out from under him. He was about twenty years too old to be doing the splits but somehow managed it, the glass door he was carrying smacking into the ground with a crash. A crack snaked ominously up the center.

"Fuck!" he yelled in pain and anger, and you and the landlord whirled around to face him.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you see what you did?" the landlord accuses you.

"I didn't..."

"Help him up!" the landlord orders, grabbing hold of the door and pulled it away from the fallen man.

Rushing forward you bend over, flashing the landlord a not-unappreciated view of your treasures. Jerry grabs hold, his hand twisting in the fabric of your shirt, straining the neckline to new limits as you try to help him up from his painful position. Leaning into him, which leaves his face in your cleavage, you reach under his arms and strain to lift him.

For what seems like ages he remains still, breathing heavily down the gaping front of your top as you try to pull him up. At long last he manages to drag his legs together and his feet under him, and by leaning heavily on you he makes it to the nearest chair, flopping into it with a grimace.

"Oh God, I think I pulled something. And the door - it's ruined! Christ, what did I slip on?"

The clearing of a throat made you turn. You've never been one prone to blushing, but if you could you would as the landlord points to a giant lifelike dildo a former boyfriend had given you that puts even Jacob to shame. You've never been able to fit it in, and vastly preferring real dick stopped trying quickly.

"Ah...." you gulp, struggling to form words as you feel the heat rushing to your face.

"I think I pulled my groin," Jerry groans. "I oughta sue...."

The words are no sooner out of his mouth than your landlord rushes into action.

"No no no, no need to sue. It was an honest accident. I'm sure that we can come to some sort of arrangement. The girl, Jenny, it was her sex toy that caused the accident, and her blatant flirting..."

You frown at the man, wondering where he's going with this, but apparently Jerry has caught on already.

"Well, maybe I could be.... persuaded to overlook it," he says, looking at you meaningfully. You stare blankly back.