Stock-still and wide-eyed, Jake stared at Alison, like a cornered rabbit. He doubted their flirty little relationship would withstand this level of humiliation. She'd always have the upper-hand now. Weirdly, these thoughts made his dick jump in his hand. He wasn't into humiliation before, but apparently this watch affected more than just his dick.
Alison let herself into the shotgun seat and slid across the bench seat, putting herself practically on top of Jake.
"So, big boy, " she breathed into his ear with husky tones, "where is it?" From this angle, Jake had a perfect view down her dress. Her perky little B cups gently rising and falling with her breath. Her nipples poked up, seeming to have some interest in the conversation. Even though Jake's body was frozen in terror, his dick continued to pound against his closed fist, demanding freedom. Alison's left arm snuck its way around Jake, bringing them even closer together. Her right hand traveled down his right arm, then around his closed fist, slowly prying her fingers between his, pulling away what little cover it provided for him.
"Where-- where's what?" Jake finally asked. It felt like he had to talk with a pile of hot sand in his mouth.
Alison gave a playful little chuckle as she removed his last finger-grip on his shrunken 3 inch penis. Jake's heart was pounding. His tiny cock was exposed to the air and to Alison, yet still there was a woman centimeters away from touching his itty-bitty dick. Then, with the suddenness of a viper strike, Alison closed her hand around his cock. Jake gasped as he looked Alison in the eyes.
"Where's that big cock you were parading around the office today?"