It's polite to swallow

The man pulls back, and begins pumping.

You need no instruction. You wait obediently, mouth wide, for the couple of seconds it takes for his cock to begin spurting out cum. It gently oozes out the tip, landing on your waiting tongue.

You wait until he's squeezed the last drops out, then make eye contact. Smiling, you gulp down his load. It's only polite to swallow, after all.

"...Wow." That's all the man can think to say for a while. It seems like he's got a slightly different personality than before you showed him what he can do. You feel like you've earned some of his respect.

"So?" You ask, smiling.

"Hmm?" It's his turn to seem spaced out.

"Do I get the invite?" You ask politely.

"Oh. Yeah. You get the invite." He chuckles.

Then his expression darkens. "But I must warn you. There is no contract to sign. The organization I represent exists outside the boundaries of the law. This is your last chance to revoke consent. After we leave here, you will be unable to leave or quit until the game is complete."

He finishes with a dramatic flair. "Accept the invite... If you dare."

"Okay." You say casually, shrugging one shoulder. "I'm in."

The man states at you blankly for a few seconds before speaking.

"Okay then... I'm going to need you to turn off your phone, and surrender it into my custody."

"Here you go." You hand him your phone. "It's dead anyway. I'm always forgetting to charge it."

The man closes his eyes and raises his eyebrows, needing a few more moments to gather himself before he takes your phone.

"Are you sure you're taking your situation seriously enough?" He challenges you quietly.

"Of course I am. That's why I'm here, after all. Because my situation has gotten rather serious."

"That's not what I... Never mind. It's not my place." The man gives up. "Follow me, please."