Look for the evidence

Where would the contraceptives be hidden?

You head to the cupboards, throwing them open, revealing the contents. No contraceptives. Karlee initially tries to stop you but quickly sits down again. The worry that had flushed through her hazel eyes vanishes, to be replaced by amusement.

The locked cupboards.

“They’re in the locked cupboards, aren’t they? Hand over the keys.”

She hands them over. You open the locked cupboards. Lots of drugs. No contraceptives.

“Don’t disrupt my filing system,” Karlee insists. You could push them aside, scatter them across the room, but no, you’re not that cruel. You’re looking like a fool, but you’d rather look like a fool than burn your bridges completely with Karlee. She appears to be taking your actions as a butt of a joke.

“You finished?” she finally asks.

“There’s contraceptives in here. I know there are,” you keep insisting.

She stands and walks over to you. She doesn’t stop until she’s pressed against you. Karlee’s only slightly shorter than you. She only has to tilt her head to look you in the eyes. All you’re aware of is her magnificent breasts against your chest. The humour in her eyes tells you she knows precisely the effect she’s having. Further emphasised when she reaches down and cups your cock through the cotton of your trousers. It was already stirring at the pressure of her breasts. Now it hardens and lengthens in natural response. She squeezes to find its length. One eyebrow rises as she finishes her discovery.

“I wouldn’t normally let anyone accuse me like you’ve just done. But you’re cute. So, this time, I’m going to let you off. But next time you’re going to make such base accusations, back it up with evidence.”

She leans in and kisses you on the lips. Just a quick peck, but your cock swells further in her grip. Then she steps back. “Now get out of here, or I will raise a complaint.”

You leave embarrassed and with a hardon.