Back to the garage sale

The Broker smiled as he watched dozens of people pick out items from his displays. So many of his corrupting trinkets had been released unto an unsuspecting world.

Unbeknownst to the shoppers, a down on his luck middle aged man named Evan Jones had happened upon a bottle of fifty cent throat spray. He had no idea why he was so interested in a used bottle of breath freshener. But, he dug into his pocket and retrieved a pair of quarters.

He hopped back into his car and started to head to his job. Evan was a maintenance worker at a large film studio in downtown Atlanta. He arrived at work while munching on a Slim Jim. He decided to freshen up before clocking in, and sprayed three shots of the breath mist into his mouth. It was pleasantly warm, tasting of cinnamon and other spices. The warmth spread from his throat through the rest of his body. He thought nothing of it and checked his work email.

Evan made his way to the main stage area to work on a lighting rig. He saw Anna Kendrick sitting in the corner near the rig, quietly reviewing her lines. Despite her outwardly pleasant demeanor, the star had been exceptionally rude to Evan. He wasn't sure why, but everything he did seemed to piss her off.

He opened his tool box and started to quietly check the wiring on the lights. A pair of pliers slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. The incredulous actress jumped from her seat and started to berate the already beaten down man.

"What is your problem? Can't you see I'm working here? This is the last straw. I'm going to the producer and getting you fired."

Anna spun on her heels and started to walk away. Evan growled under his breath, "Stupid whore. Go fuck yourself."

The star heard his comment and turned to continue her verbal ****. But she froze in place and dropped back into her chair. She jammed her right hand down the front of her pants and started to pump two fingers in and out of her cunt. Most of the intelligent thoughts drained from her head and were replaced with images of her selling her famous body on the streets. When her orgasm hit, the old Anna Kendrick disappeared from her terrified mind.

She climbed out of the chair, looked around and her gaze settled on Evan. She sensually strode to the mystified stage hand.

"Hey sexy. You looking for a party? Annie's got the best prices in town."

"Ummmm. What?"

"$50 for a BJ, $75 for a fuck, $100 for anal, $300 for a whole night."

"I don't have that much money."

"That's too bad baby. Come find me when you have some cash."

His head dropped and he muttered, "I wish my wallet was stuffed with hundred dollar bills right now."

He felt a slight increase in pressure coming from his back pocket, he reached in and fished out his wallet. The worn, leather billfold was stretched to its absolute limits with the edges of a stack of bills peeking out. He fished out a single Benjamin and handed it to Anna.

"Hun, I don't know my way around this place. Do you know of somewhere nearby we can go?"

Evan grabbed her hand and led her back to the office he shared with his supervisor. He locked and bolted the door behind them. Anna quickly shed her clothing and looked expectantly at Evan. He took the hint and disrobed.

"How do you want me baby?"