Clarissa, Your Bully

You're at the party, you've been hearing others hype it for weeks, but now that you've arrived it's quite boring. It is an office party after all. Aside from drinking, no one seems to do anything but talk, so finally, you sit down alone in the corner in an armchair. Everyone is watching the TV, so they face away from you. You prefer that anyway. "Well, well, well...if it isn't Mr.Loner Freak. Sitting in the corner by yourself?" It's Clarissa. The hottest girl in the entire office. For whatever reason in her head, she always belittles and bullies you like this. You expect her to keep insulting you, but to your shock—she just...sits in your lap. She plops her large ass right on your crotch and starts to wiggle. "You like that don't you, pervert?" She mutters under her breath, quiet enough that no one hears. Her ass starts to grind, and despite your best attempts to not react, you let out a hiss of pleasure. "Don't bother trying to hide it." She says, probably with a smirk. "I can feel your dumb little is hard as a rock already. This is probably the most contact you've had in years, isn't it?" She grinds faster. You try to push her off, but she just wraps her legs under the chair, trapping you. "Nu uh" she says teasingly. You feel it happening with fear in your heart. Your starts to pulse and you know—you're moments away from dumping a load in your pants. "I've got a little...proposition." Clarissa says with a particularly brutal grind, making you grit your teeth. "If you want to leave here without dumping a pathetic load in your pants, all you have to do is sign this paper." She hands it back to you, a clipboard with a long small print. A pen sits on top of the clipboard. All you have to do is sign this sheet and you'll avoid what would most definitely be a disastrous outcome in humiliation.