A close call

You're distracted by the redhead getting gangbanged. You feel jealous of her. What does she have that you don't? The hoop earrings she's wearing bounce wildly as she gets pounded. The same earrings you have. That bitch! You'd totally look better with them than her. So you saunter over, and put on those mudshark earrings. They do look better on you than her. Really, all she has over you is the queen of spades tattoo on her ankle. Something you could totally remedy by- No! You shake your head to clear the lust.

That's when you notice yet another $20 is being shoved through the hole. It flutters down to the floor, crumpled and wrinkled. You walk on over and pick up the $20, and a big black cock pops out. An entirely different one. The temptation is there, you can just jerk it, or suck it, or even do some anal. A small voice even brings up that all that's stopping you from being a coalburner for life is a small bit of leopard print fabric. You gaze across the room, taking in your surroundings. On a table you didn't notice before sits your purse.

You reach in your purse and see a card for that cabbie. That's when you realize you had a purse. A gaudy looking thing, also leopard print. This shocks you right out of your lusty haze. You shoot the cabbie a text, letting him know that you're ready to be picked up. He immediately responds that he's about 5 minutes away, at a nearby gas station. You look at the crumpled up $20 and straighten it out. You place the first twenty on top of it and lay them in your purse.

Five minutes, the cabbie said. Five minutes. So what do you do? You hear a knocking on the wall, "Hey you fuckin slut, I know y'all there. Get suckin or theres gonna be trouble ya white bitch." You figure that it's only for five minutes. Just a blowie, that's all he wants. Just don't go crazy. Don't go all mud shark on him. You sigh, and kneel down. As you do, you start feeling... randy. You put a tiny hand on his relatively giant cock, and begin to pump. He starts moaning, and you lick it. You want more. You need more. You're a slutty ghetto PAWG. You open your mouth up and the phone vibrates. Your cabbie is here.

In a rush, you grab your purse and your new heels. You ignore the complains and knocking from the other side. You check your purse for the $40 and the two bills are sitting right in there. Your cabbie is sitting there in the parking lot, idling. He sees you running, face fully blushed. He smiles at you.

"Well hello lovely. It'll be $38.44, will you be paying cash or " You cut him off by flashing the two $20 bills. His smile fades, and you climb to the back seat. Soon, you're home. Safe. Safe from the black cocks. You're just going to rest out the rest of the day, and soon you'll be back to normal. Hopefully, you can put this is all in the past.

You walk through your front door, and sigh in relief. The house is still empty, just how you left it before going to the library. You've managed to avoid all of the caller's traps. You close the door, locking it up.

Across the street, unbeknownst to you, a man sits in his car.