I’m Mike. A gifted, if slightly perverted mind. Only, my perverted mind is limited to finding different things to wank about. You see, unfortunately... I’m not too good with women. Comes with the territory of being a geek. So, I needed help. And a can of Axe would open some doors… and legs.I bought a can, and safe to say it didn’t have the desired effect. No women started stripping and dancing for me. Didn’t get my dick sucked on the bus.No… if this was going to work I needed to do it myself. Not. ” “Are you serious?” he asked dryly. “I’m always serious,” she replied, “and I want to see right now.” A little dazed, he fumbled to undo his fly and then he slid a hand into his tight boxers and drew out his cock, thick and erect with a clear drop of pre cum dripping from the tip. His fingers barely met around its girth. A big smile crossed her face and she whistled. “My, my! You’re a big boy. All for me,” she said, as she pulled the material of her skirt up higher around her waist and. More of a gruff man of action, than a man of words. A fighter not a poet or a lover.But as he sensed Jill’s genuine interest in him, the barriers seemed to drop piece by piece. It was as if being so used to holding the world at arm’s length, he was relieved to finally have someone to share with. Someone who was interested not just in what he could do at work, but interested in Malcolm the person.With her patient attention and soft, caring smile Jill slowly encouraged him to drop his barriers.. Her legs were still resting on the blankets in the crate but her bare shoulder was aching with cold from the concrete ... bare shoulder? Why? With growing panic she realised she was now completely naked in a brightly lit warehouse just like the one where they had got into the crates. A small group of men who had been sat talking walked towards her when they realised she had regained consciousness and one of them roughly pulled her to her feet and, without emotion, told her to stand up.