He pushes forward!

Grinning like a madman, Sam pushes his hips forward, blindly stabbing at you with his dick. As he leans forward, however, your feet gain better purchase on his shoulders, and you manage to push him back a bit! He immediately moves back in, but the little bit of extra distance gives you enough time to line up an incredibly satisfying kick right in Sam's face! His hands fly to his nose as blood spurts out of it, and you seize the opportunity to finally break away from the bastard. "You fucking BITCH!" Sam yells. "I'm going to fucking END YOU!" You don't waste time thinking of a clever retort. Instead, before Sam can gather his wits, you rush over to the table where your coat and purse lie. You throw on the coat and snatch the purse, abandoning the rest of your clothing. A small sacrifice in exchange for your freedom. You rush out the door, still shaking with adrenaline.

Once you get home, you lie down on your bed and cry. The thought of just how close you'd gotten, of just how monumentally stupid you had been, just too much to bear for a while. When you recover, you glance over at your purse, discarded on the floor. Some of Sam's cum is still in there. Safely wrapped up. You had planned to use it on Mandy, but Sam is clearly in league with her. Fuck, you're going to have to find some other guy to help you, aren't you? There's no way you'll do anything for that asshole, now. After taking a long, long shower, you go back to bed. This time, Tyler Avel does not appear in your dreams. Instead, blessedly, there is nothing but darkness until you wake.