Go straight to the Pharmacy

As much as Mary wanted to get out and enjoy pre-con activities, she knew she had best find a pharmacy first.

Wow, I can't believe I just had sex with John! I've fantasized about doing it with him since... Well since I was old enough to enjoy slipping a finger inside my pajama bottoms; Mary thought as she rode the elevator down to the lobby.

Still, though it was dumb not to be safe. I want to have John's baby just not in the next nine months; Mary mentally chided herself as she crossed the lobby to where the concierge was stationed.

"Excuse me. Where is the nearest pharmacy?" Mary asked the tall, lean man standing behind the podium.

"Ah yes you're in luck," The man began in a very professional tone. "In the mall is a CVS that is open for a few more minutes. Best hurry or you'll have to go the Rite Aid a few blocks from here. And that places always ups their prices during the con."

Mary wasted no time making her way to the CVS. She rushed through the automatic doors into the extremely crowded store. Man, I bet everyone hates to work this weekend. There is no way they're closing in five minutes.

Mary pushed through the crowd of people looking for the family planning aisle. Good grief, I hope there some Plan B left. This place looks like it was raided after the apocalypse.

Finally, Mary arrived at her destination. She had to shoulder past an exceptionally large mob of men to reach what she had come for. Most the guys gave her a nervous glance as she walked past. Some even picked up a pack of magnums and studied the packaging as though there were secret instructions on the back for penis enlargement. One box left. Whew, it's only thirty-five dollars. I thought I would have to spend a hundred to fix that little mistake.

Mary quickly grabbed the box of pills and turned to make her way back through the crowd to the checkout. As she pushed past the group, she felt a hand grab her ass. Mary tensed up as the hand squeezed hard.

Mary turned to find the offending culprit only to be met with confused stares. In this press, I'll never catch him.

Mary proceeded to shoulder her way up to the counter. There are no Brits in this place; Mary thought as she saw the disorderly mass of people that made up the line to queue for a register.

"Hey," Mary shouted as she slapped at the groping hand. Mary's slap caught nothing but air. Her assailant had quickly removed his offending appendage. Once again her search for the guilty party yielded nothing but confused stares. Mary, now on guard began to scan for any signs of another attack.

Eventually, Mary reached the register. She slapped down the box of Plan B. "Crowded huh?"

The cashier looked scanned the box and wearily replied. "Yeah, our manager refers to this weekend as our Christmas."

"Sounds like something a douche would say. Though, I have seen a few people dressed as elves. But they didn't seem to be the gift giving variety," Mary replied trying to keep the mood light.

"Yeah they're mostly the cheap stale beer buying type," the cashier joked back. "Now will this be all for you."

"Yeah, replied Mary a bit sheepishly as she handed one of the large bills to the clerk.

The clerk took the bill and counted back Mary's change. "Have a good day," and then she added, "try to be safer from here on out."

Mary's face turned a bit red, and she hurried out of the CVS onto the streets. Why does everyone feel the need to comment on a woman's sex life? If I were a guy plopping down boxes of Trojans, there probably would have been high fives all around. I imagine that it's part of man law that you know if a dude is getting regularly laid everyone has shake his hand or bust knuckles.

Mary shook her head and stomped off into the night. After she had turned the corner around the hotel, she slammed directly into a grossly overweight man. "Sorry, I didn't see you there."

"It's no problem, my lady," the man said sticking out a sweaty ham-like hand to the fallen young girl.

My Lady? Did this guy just get off work at Medieval Times? Mary thought as she stood up on her own. "Well, sorry anyway," Mary apologized again as she attempted to be on her way.

Quicker than his size would have indicated possible the troll-like man stepped in front of Mary. He seemed to be sweating even more than before if that was possible. "Before you go I have to ask... I saw you in CVS... Well, what I'm asking is... How much?"

"How much for what?" Mary asked thoroughly confused.

"How much do you charge clients for your services. I've never seen you here before, but I know a con prostitute when I see one," The pig-like man answered leaning in close to Mary, trapping her against the wall.

Mary, struck dumb by the rude question, began to recoil as the stagnant odor of the troll's breath caused her stomach to roll. She turned her face to the side as she feared the repulsive man might try to **** a kiss from her. Mary's eyes went wide as she felt the Con Troll's hand her hip. He casually slipped it under her shirt and drew it across her bare taught stomach. Fuck won't, someone, save me!

"Don't be nervous. I've got plenty of money. You just come back to my hotel room and do what I ask, and you'll make enough money to have a great con," the man said as he ran his hand up Mary's abdomen pulling up her shirt to expose her belly before coming to rest at her bra covered breasts.

Mary felt the man flip her bra up and her tits spill free under her t-shirt. Something inside Mary snapped. With cat-like quickness, Mary slid forward planted a knee squarely in the would-be molester's groin. His beady eyes were nearly bugging out of his head the man went down in a heap.

"Fuck you! You son of Bitch!" Mary screamed as she stomped down on the trolls balls one more time. "I'm not a whore!"

Mary then stomped off leaving the troll crying while gripping his crushed nuts.