"What if you help me out of these vines," you say, grinning charmingly, "Then we can have some fun, okay?"
She chuckles, hops down from the log, and begins to walk slowly towards you through the water.
"Why should I?" she says, grinning from ear to ear, "Why shouldn't I just drain every. Last. Drop. Out of you and then leave you here, huh?"
She stands right in front of you, her sultry green face level with your crotch, and begins to unzip your jeans with one small clawed hand.
Well, can you think of anything to bargin with? |