An Indecent Proposal

{if Susan Seat = 0}Mary walked through the door with David. "Welcome to Rite-Aid," A bored looking cashier said in a halfhearted greeting before going back to stocking the shelves.

“Well I need to get some things too. I’ll meet you up at the front,” David said as he set off down the paper goods aisle.

Here is my chance to get the Plan B without him knowing; Mary thought as she hastily started looking around trying to determine where in the store it would be. As she rounded the corner towards the allergy medicine, she saw David appear from an adjoining aisle. She stealthily hid behind a Zyrtec display while still keeping her vision trained on him.

I wonder what he’s buying; thought Mary.

She slyly followed him until he reached the family planning. Fuck that’s where I need to be; Mary realized as a slight panic beginning to rise in the back of her mind. What is he doing in this aisle anyway? Her question was soon answered as she saw David approach condoms and grab a box of Trojan Magnums. Oh, my! He must be huge! The hunger Mary had felt earlier was now coming back with a vengeance. She bit her lower lip as contemplated how big he was and more importantly how it would feel inside her. I bet one that big sliding in and out of me would really get me screaming; Mary fantasized as her slit moistened. Unconsciously she started to rub her thighs together.{else}Mary walked through the door with Amy. "Welcome to Rite-Aid," A bored looking cashier said in a halfhearted greeting before going back to stocking the shelves.

“Don’t take too long?” said Amy “I don’t want to waste too much time here. Especially when there is something far more fun that we could be doing.” Amy then proceeded to go down the paper goods aisle.

Here is my chance to get the Plan B without her knowing; Mary thought as she hastily started looking around trying to determine where in the store it would be. As she rounded the corner towards the allergy medicine, she saw Amy appear from an adjoining aisle. Mary stealthily hid behind a Zyrtec display while still keeping her vision trained on Amy.

I wonder what she’s buying; thought Mary.

She continued to stare at Amy. Her long red hair is so beautiful, and those exotic bright green eyes just pull you in; Mary thought. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she remembered the exchange that they had just had in the car. She could feel Amy’s hands on her thighs traveling up and down her body. I wonder how her mouth will feel. Unconsciously, Mary's right hand palmed her breast as she fantasized about Amy sucking on her nipples. She closed her eyes and started to sway her hips back and forth. Mary could feel the heat emanating from between her legs as she envisioned what was going to happen later.{endif}

Mary's fantasy was interrupted when a stumbling man bumped into her. “Hey there girly,” said the drunk.

The drunk was a middle-aged man wearing a food stained Faye Valentine t-shirt. He sported a disheveled crop of hair and an unkempt beard. So this is the fabled Con-Troll that Susan warned me about. A ghastly creature that only comes out from under their bridge for convention season was an apt description.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” The overweight oaf slurred.

“I’m just here to get some medicine,” Mary huffed hoping he would wonder on.

“I got some medicine for you. Right here!” The man guffawed while pointing to his crotch.

“Ugh no thank you,” said Mary.

“Could make it worth your time. I’ll give you $30 if you and I have some fun right now,” The gross man said as he thrust his hips in the air.

“I said no thank you,” Mary said coldly thinking of nothing she would less rather do.

“Suit yourself,” the man answered as he stumbled away to a different aisle.

Why does everyone assume I’m some whore! Thought Mary as she noticed {if Susan Seat = 0}David{else}Amy{endif} had moved away from the family planning section. Here’s my chance. Mary quietly slipped around the other side of the aisle and searched for the Plan B. Where is it? Where is it? Ah, there it is. $75! Mary mentally cursed Akoni for being a cheap asshole. God damn it now I have to pay out of pocket the difference for this pill! Mary rummaged around in her pockets for a moment before dread came over her. In her hurry to leave her hotel room earlier this evening she had forgotten to bring any money!

"Oh for fuck's sake I only have the $60 that asshole left me for sex. Akoni you’re a real cunt!" Mary swore under her breath. Mary was trying to rack her brain on what to do. She couldn’t ask {if Susan Seat = 0}David{else}Amy{endif} for the money. She only just met {if Susan Seat = 0}him{else}her{endif} and didn’t want {if Susan Seat = 0}him{else}her{endif} to know why she needed the money. Maybe if it's for sale somewhere cheaper, I can ask the cashier for a price match.

Mary pulled out her cell phone and scanned the bar code. As soon as she had a recall warning for the particular brand, Mary was holding popped up. "Only thirty percent effective. God damn, can this night get any worse."

Mary quickly looked to see if they had another version of the morning after pill. "Only one other one and It's $125." Mary dropped her head and began to sob.

Finally, Mary composed herself and decided she only had only one course of action to avoid an unwanted pregnancy. She started to look around the store for the Con-Troll. Mary found him picking out some Smirnoff Ice Green Apple malt liquor. “Hey,” Mary said to him trying to hold back her disgust.

“Back again my lady. I see you've reconsidered my offer?” said the disgusting pervert.

“Yes. What do I have to do?" Mary asked as she looked at the floor unwilling to look at her would be John.

“Well,” thought the man out loud “How about this? For $15, you give me a handjob. For $50, you give me a blowjob. For $125, you let me fuck you. And for $200 you let me do whatever I want.”

“What would anything you want entail?” Mary asked scared at what his response might be.

“Like I said. Anything I want. No questions asked. If you want to know more, I'll put $200 in your hand and demonstrate.” The pervert said as he moved close to Mary and grabbed her ass.

Mary was disgusted by this man. She didn’t want to do it, but if she didn’t want a baby, she didn't see what choice she had. She needed the money. But how much did she need? For a hand job, she could roll the dice with the recalled brand. For a blowjob, she could try and get a price match on the good one. If she fucked the guy, she could pay for the good one and still have the sixty to spend. Or she could let this guy do anything and pay for it and then some. The last choice sent a shiver up her spine, but a little voice reminded her that more money would be useful. What to do?