Feeling to make sure the $20 is still in your waistband, you make a break for it.

This is wrong.

You're a guy, and even if your body isn't that of a guy you're a good girl. You're not a whore. You're not a slut. You're not a mudshark. You're not going to lose your virginity in a dirty sex shop backroom stall to an anonymous black man.

Shaking your head in disgust at the uncut cock bobbing up and down in front of you in the dark, you feel a flush of shame creep up your neck and tingle in your slick hands. Your mouth tastes like cock. How disgusting. It has to be the magic. As a guy there's no way you'd have just sucked a cock because it was put in front of you. As a guy the taste of musky uncut dick wouldn't have turned you on the way you're turned on now. It has to be the magic.

You can't resist giving the cock one last squeeze before making a break for it; closing the stall door behind you and running for the glowing exit sign at the back of the hall and exiting out into the alleyway behind the building. You're on the bad side of town for sure, you notice as your eyes adjust to the brighter light and you can make out a series of strip clubs, run down motels, and tattoo parlors.