The Class Nerd

Victoria June's on the phone, spilling the beans to her girlfriend about this total creep who's been tailing her everywhere, making her skin crawl. She's all fired up, venting hard. Then bam, she glances at the clock—shit, time to hustle for work. She hangs up quick and slips into her sluttiest lingerie, the kind that hugs every curve like a dirty little secret. She struts out the door, not a clue that the stalker himself, Justin Hunt, is lurking right there, eyes locked on her like she's the main course. He just gawks, speechless for a beat, while she snaps, 'What the fuck are you doing here?' She's done with his bullshit—demands to know how the hell he sniffed out her job spot. Justin smirks, drops the bomb: it'd suck big time if the whole school got wind she's stripping on the side. Blackmail city, and she's cornered, no escape hatch. 'Fine, what do you want?' she growls. Simple, he says—a massage, nothing more. She lays down the law: clothes stay on. He nods, cool as ice, strips buck naked, and plants himself face-down. Reluctant as hell, she squirts shower gel into her palm, warm and slick, and digs into his back. Grossed out to her core, she just wants this nightmare over fast. Drops to her knees, works those strong hands down his thighs, kneading the muscles. Then he flips over—boom, raging hard-on springs up like a jack-in-the-box from hell. Her jaw drops; she whips her head away, barking, 'Shower that gel off, we're moving on.' He steps into the steaming bath, all casual, and tosses out, 'You joining, babe?' She freezes, staring daggers, thinking, how the fuck did my life turn into this twisted porno plot? He pushes it: 'Take off that top—I'm allergic to the fabric, swear.' No wiggle room, so she peels it off, tits bouncing free, and slides into the tub with him. Water's hot, tension thicker. He grabs his cock, starts stroking right there—greedy bastard. 'Get your ass on the mat now,' she hisses, 'let's finish this crap.' She drenches him in gel, slippery as sin, and he calls her out: 'You gonna actually massage me, or what? You've barely grazed me yet.' Sighing, she gives in, straddles him smooth, gliding her body over his like a forbidden ride. Damn, she can't ignore it—his dick's perfection, thick and throbbing. Yeah, he's a massive weirdo, but screw it, she craves that thing buried deep inside her.