I’d Rather Be Anywhere Else

I come home from a workout, still in my sweaty clothes, and you immediately confront me about what I owe you. When I beg for more time, you refuse and offer me a twisted alternative a striptease to clear my debt. Shocked and humiliated, I reluctantly agreed. I start to dance and tease, but my disgust grows when I see you start to masturbate to me. You demand I keep going, and with every move, I become more embarrassed and desperate, eventually begging you to just cum already so this nightmare can end. My relief is obvious when you finally finish, but the humiliation lingers.