Blackmail: "No way. The clothes stay on."
From Create Your Own Story
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
Shockingly, he agrees - for now. "Okay," he says. "You can stay dressed, but I'm getting my satisfaction or Mr. Jones'll get his."
Riding your prior successes, you reply, "I'm not touching your cock."
"Okay," he says, "but here's what you are doing. Turn around and face the dumpster and start talking dirty. Filthy dirty. You tell me you want me every way there is, and you want it hard. I'm gonna stand here and rub one out. When I'm done, I'll tell you, and we're done for the day."
Ugh. What a loser sicko. Even having you in the palm of his hand, he resorts to...the palm of his hand. Sick, sick geek dipshit. Helping him get off any way turns your stomach. On the other hand, you are getting off pretty lightly, considering what you're sure he really wants. He can't get you pregnant or infected by beating his meat. And how damn hard can it be to learn "factoring by completing the square" and all that stupid math crap in a night or two?
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
