Give it up to Larry

You're in no way attracted to this greasy little prick behind the counter, but with how horny you've been lately you'd probably screw a horse for a thousand bucks. Luckily, nobody is offering and of all the options Larry proposed sleeping with him is probably the easiest.

"Alright," you say, "I'll be back tonight. For you. But do me a favor. Wash your dick."

Larry snorts.

"I'll see what I can do," he laughs. "If it's busy I might not get a chance."

You shake your head and start to walk out.

"Dress casual!" Larry calls after you. "I've got plenty of outfits for you here."

Stepping from the blacked-out darkness of the porno store into the late morning daylight is shocking. In the bright sun you can tell you're a damn mess.

Luckily, you've got plenty of cash. You hail a cab and tip the cabbie generously to keep his mouth shut about your gross condition. It's quiet and dark in your house. You enjoy a nice, relaxing bath and a couple of your mom's winecoolers out of the fridge. It's plenty to give you a buzz as you soak in the warm bubbly water, gently tugging at your nipples.

Thinking about the nasty sex you're going to be having with that greaseball Larry actually starts to turn you on. You have to fight off the urge to play with your clit.

You decide to actually dress down for the date. Larry said dress casual, and you go the full nine yards. You take off every trace of makeup, put on a pair of white cotton panties and some baggy gray sweatpants, no bra, and a loose-fitting t-shirt from a cheerleading camp a couple years ago. You even take out your contact lenses and wear your big, round glasses.

Night falls and the date approaches. Your dad must be out on the town somewhere. You put your makeup in your purse and head to the porno store in your VW Jetta.

The lot of the store is much fuller than before. You head inside and find Larry's mom behind the counter.

"Can I help you, young lady?" the old woman asks.

"I'm here to see Larry," you say.

"Oh, he's in back," she gestures to the door. "If he's expecting you then go on in."

You steal behind the counter and open the door just a crack. You nearly burst out laughing at what you see. Larry is flogging his uncircumsized prick while looking at some big-titty porno magazine. He nearly falls out of his chair when you step inside.

"Jesus Christ!" he covers his erection with the porno magazine. "You scared the shit out of me."

He gestures to the door and you close it.

"I see you didn't get dressed up," he looks you up and down.

Even with all the baggy clothes your hard nipples are standing out against the fabric of the shirt and the sweatpants are riding low on your hips.

"Alright," he says, "you ready to earn some money?"

"You bet," you say, forcing a smile.

"Good, let's see, I think we should start with..."