Of course, whatever he wants

On some level, Jenna knew she had options. But for the life of her, she could not think of what those options were. Face to face with Jamal's zipper, she did the only thing that popped into mind: she reached out and, looking up at him for reassurance, undid the button of his jeans and unzipped them.

"There you go, Jenny. Eager little band chick, I knew you could do it," he smirked as he swiped a bit on his phone, pointing it at her, "now show me how much you want that black dick."

Jenna flushed at that, but obediently pulled his pants and boxers down enough to release his dark cock. Now that it was out in the open she couldn't look away from it, the size of it, the color, as she started to gently rub it. She felt it thicken as she touched it, the warmth of it in her hand, somehow parodoxically hard but soft at the same time as she began to jerk him off in the practice room.

"Come on, girl. You can do better than that. Don't act like this your first dick or somethin'. I bet you got your section leader on lock with those lips."

Again those warning bells in the back of her mind, trying to tell her not to give in to the guy who barely knew her name, not to have the first blowjob she ever gave be in the back of the practice room... but then his hand was on the back of her neck and she immediately leaned forward, starting to kiss and suck the tip of his cock. She couldn't see the wide grin on his face but could hear the victory in his voice as he continued to guide her onto him.

"There you go, good girl, suck that dick... ah, no teeth, I know you never had one this big but you gotta do better than that... much better, good girl..."

She fell into a rhythm as she blew him, strangely encouraged by his words to try and do better, adjusting her position so she could take more of him into her mouth. Jenna smiled a little bit when she heard his breath catch just a little while he kept talking to her, taking pleasure in pleasing him. She was so focused on the taste and feel of it, of pleasing him, that the phone he had pointed right at her face didn't register to her.