Accept to run a second errand

“Want me to put up more posters?”

“They are wards, and no. I have an errand of myself to run. If you could just stay here and watch the store for a while, that would be all.”

“Ok, I can do that.”

The woman gets up, grabs her bag, and puts everything but some shiny stones in there. Huh, why does she need to watch over the store if there is no merchandise? Well, she isn´t asking you to sell the things but to plant your ass on the ground, so it´s all the same. At her insistence, you sit cross-legged on the plushy carpet.

“Ok, thank you very much. I´ll be back soon …sucker.”

Wait, what did she call you? Your imagination must be playing tricks on you. Waiting on the carpet, you are remarkably serene considering the circumstances. This is because the alleyway is mercifully dark and secluded, not many people notice your presence. The ones that do seem to think you are the crazy hippie woman and try to avoid eye contact, so that´s a plus.

Time flies, and you relax more. Your arms, once locked onto your breasts like vices, now prop you up as you recline backward. Where did the woman go? She should be back soon… Oh, wait, someone´s coming. Oh no, a lot of people are coming!

“There she is!” A young woman clad in a green sundress point toward you. “The scammer!”

“Are you sure? She seems, erm, different,” replies a red-haired tomboy.

“Barefoot, showing off her tits, sitting on a carpet, it has to be her! She just put on some makeup to fool us!”

“I´ll teach you to mess with my little sister,” says a geeky man that tried and failed to crack his knuckles.

“H-hi? There must be some mistake? I just got here!” you answer the mob.

“No, you are the swindler that sold me a perfume that, instead of attracting good luck, made me irresistible to bees!”

“Yeah, and your lipstick that supposedly made any guy I kissed fall in love with me? Guess what? Only made me look like a giant fool!”

“I gave you my panties, and yet still I didn´t get the job! Fucking Susie did!”

“Liar!”

“Fraudster!”

The group advances toward you relentlessly. You begin to suspect that the hippie woman isn´t good for her word. You crawl back on the floor.

“I think the sheriff will be too soft on this cheat. Let´s punish her ourselves!”

“Yeah, let´s ride her out on a rail like the old days.”

“But before that, let’s parade her around town so that no one falls for her scams again!”

“I bet we can convince the mayor to dust off the pillory.”

Your blood freezes over. This town is horrible! Your fight or flight instinct kicks in, and you run into the alleyway like a scared, little mouse.

“After her!”