It was the beginning of summer holidays, and, for an unknown reason, Audrey's device had not been activated for a whole week. She had been wondering why, hoping that maybe Bud had gotten tired of humiliating her in public and making her life a living hell. Knowing how Bud could make her spontaneously orgasm at any time he wanted with his remote, she could no longer drive because of the risks of having an accident. She also had to keep her social relationships to a minimum, even with her family, in order to avoid any inappropriate behavior in their presence. This is why she couldn't help hoping that it would be over soon. But she knew Bud better than that and didn't really think he would just let this go. After a few days asking herself about the reason, she was now wondering what he could possibly be preparing... Surely he was going to come up with something nasty very soon. She hadn't talked to him at all since it had stopped, fearing bringing up the subject would provoke him.
Audrey was sitting comfortably in her sofa, watching television and enjoying her respite, when the doorbell rang. It was almost dinner time and she wasn't expecting anyone ; she was only wearing a white t-shirt with nothing under it. When she was at home, she no longer wore any underwear, pants or skirts, because she'd grown tired of washing them in the middle of the day when she unexpectedly had her sexual fluids flowing because of Bud's remote stimulation. She quickly grabbed some white panties and rushed to the door. She opened it and saw Bud standing in the doorway, smiling.
"Hi, miss Saunders."
"Er... hi. What are you doing here?"
"I just came to visit you. Can I come in?"
Audrey could see in his eyes that he was preparing something. It was obvious, but she decided to invite him in and try not to antagonize him.
"Sure. This way."
Bud walked in, noticing her naked legs. When she closed the door, her turned to her and said :
"Say, how did you enjoy your week?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come on, you know what I'm talking about. I haven't used the remote for a whole week."
"Yeah well... Thanks for that I guess," she answered with barely hidden disdain.
Bud shook his head slightly.
"Oh, don't thank me just yet. I've been thinking, you know... that maybe, there is another way for me to use it."
Audrey raised her eyebrows a little, and Bud continued before she could say anything :
"Tell me, how far would you go to keep me from using it?"
"What?"
"Well, perhaps I could stop using the remote for good. But you'd have to be very, very nice with me to convince me. If you manage, it would be profitable for both of us. You wouldn't have to worry anymore about being humiliated in front of everyone. You'd be freed from anxiety. As for me... I think you get the idea."
Audrey stood there, silent. After a few seconds, Bud asked :
"So, what'll it be?"
"What do you expect me to do, exactly?" Audrey asked suspiciously.
"You would have to satisfy my physical needs. You know, I'm not very talented with girls in general, and haven't had sexual relations in a long time. If you can fill my needs, I'll no longer have to take out my frustration on you through my remote."
"I see..." Audrey had never expected things would turn out like this. She hated Bud for what he had done to her, but she was probably better off keeping him satisfied than having to live with the constant threat of her implant. The idea of touching him and getting touched by him disgusted her, but it was probably the lesser evil. "Fine. I'll do what you want," she finally said, resigned.
Bud looked around him for a moment, then walked to the couch where Audrey had been sitting, and slouched in it. "Come," he said to his teacher. Audrey walked to him and stood before the couch. Bud stared at her with a grin, and asked :
"I'd like you to relieve me with your hands."
After a brief hesitation, Audrey sat next to him. She leaned towards him, and put her hand on his belly, her fingers spread wide. In a slow, circling motion, she lowered her hand to his jeans, and slid it under them. She could feel his hardness through his boxers. She massaged him for a while, then finally slid her hand under Bud's boxers. His penis was already oozing precum when she began to massage it. Bud looked at Audrey and whispered : "This is so good, miss Saunders. I love the feeling of your fingers against my balls and my cock." Audrey, on her side, did her best to hide her own feelings. She knew she had to give her best if she wanted Bud to keep up his end of the deal. After a couple of minutes, she moved away from the couch, and sat on the floor on her knees, right between Bud's parted legs. She pulled down his trousers along with his underwear, revealing his already glistening member. She wrapped her right hand around his manhood to begin a slow pumping movement. With her left index, she rubbed the tip of his penis, drawing moans of pleasure from Bud. She carried on at this pace for several minutes, and she was beginning to accelerate her movements when Bud stopped her. He grabbed both of her wrists and whispered :
"I want you to take me in your mouth."
Audrey, her arms spread, looked up to Bud's face and confessed :