He tries to bargain

"Well, um...." James began, his eyes still focused on his own cum dripping from Karen's breasts. "If I give you my shirt.... What are you going to do for me?"

It was a ridiculous question, and he knew it almost as soon as the words left his lips. He had nothing to bargain with at this point, he'd just shot his load over a strangers breasts while at work. His job was almost instantly forfeit if she said anything. Still, it was always worth a try.

Karen glared at him for a moment. "What the fuck?" She asked, standing there pointing at her breasts. "You think I owe you something else?"

James crossed his arms against his chest, trying to ignore the fact that his cock was already semi erect again. "Well, no shirt then." He replied. After all, he had nothing to loose anymore.

Karen let out a deep sigh. "Well, what the fuck do you want for the shirt?"