A sexual favor, of course.

Throwing a dirty, devilish grin over her shoulder, Ming Zhao commands, "Finger me."

I love the invitation— I love it so much I forget the passengers ogling us. Complying eagerly, I tease down the businesswoman's lacy undergarments, and give her taut buns a playful squeeze as my hand meets them. Ming Zhao yelps, "Ahab!" and I chuckle at her break in character while crawling my hand around her privates.

Her frown metamorphoses into giggles when my fingers discover her sopping wet womanhood. Juice runs down my hand as I fool around in her secret garden, gradually speeding up, but not sacrificing my technique.

This businesswoman does an incredible job keeping a straight face; she's letting out nearly inaudible grunts and moans while sweating bullets and smiling like the cat who ate the canary. Her legs wobble, I hasten further still, but just before I finish her off— *Ding*

The elevator stops at the twelfth floor, allowing the people in here with us to leave… although they don't. They just keep staring, bug-eyed. Everyone in here can tell I'm naked, everyone in here can tell I'm finger-fucking Ming Zhao, and everyone in here is staring right at us.

I emit a squeak of shame, shrinking under our company's aroused gawping; my knees buckle, and I obscure my crimson-faced self behind my crush, hoping to escape their punishing leers. Somehow, though, despite the haze of humiliation, I haven't stopped jacking Ming Zhao off. She addresses our inconsiderate voyeurs with incredulity, asking, "Do you mind?" managing to keep her tone severe even while I'm ruthlessly masturbating her. The power in her voice is borderline excessive and the five others in this lavish elevator turn swiftly away from our… shameless display.

Now that everyone's attention is on the walls—and away from me—my confidence returns; I wrap myself around Ming Zhao and dig around under her sundress to start playing with her vagina and perky breasts. My arms envelope her, and I grind my muscles into her sexy frame, kissing all over her neck during our torrid embrace.

"I've gotta know," I ask, while tickling and teasing her clit, "what'd ya have in mind on the thirtieth floor?"

Between her quiet moans and occasional convulsions, the kind—yet domineering—lady gathers herself to speak, but, feeling like a bit of a prankster, I interrupt her by pinching a nipple. Maybe a little too hard. Swearing irately in Cantonese, Ming Zhao whips around 180° and slams me into the wall. The wind is knocked from my lungs at the impact and I find myself pinned too hard to resist her grip.

"Wanna play rough, huh, Ahab?"

With her new position of dominance, Ming Zhao looms. Her gaze drifts down my nude body, stopping only once it reaches my throbbing, exposed manhood. Smirking avariciously, she says, "God am I going to have some fun with you."

A bead of frigid sweat rolls down my back; my dick twitches at her words. Suddenly, I feel very ****.