Let's go party.

Before you know it, you’re wearing a dress, on your way to a party, with a sparkly-chained purse in your lap. All made-up, you ride in the passenger seat of Richard’s car as he speeds down the moonlit back-roads, toward a liquor store where Richard can get some “refreshments” for Clarissa’s party.

The excitement of going to your first party as a girl is making you get butterflies in your tummy. “I think I gotta’ pee,” you tell Richard.

Richard tells you, “Okay… well… I’ll drop you off at this gas station. You can pee here while I go over to the liquor store, and I’ll be right back to pick you up in a minute.”

You inquire, “Why can’t I just come with you?”

He explains, “I got a fake ID that will let me buy liquor, but if I show up at the store with a young looking girl, they’re gonna’ want to see her ID, too. So if you come with me, they might not sell me anything.” You see his reasoning, and let him drop you off at the gas station.

During your brief time in the bathroom, you realize that your long-held belief that the Women’s restrooms are cleaner than the Men’s is not true. While you walk back outside with your purse dangling from your shoulder, you start wondering where Richard got a fake ID. As you stand at the corner of the store, waiting for your ride, you notice there’s a man getting out of a truck parked nearby. Looking you over as he approaches, the middle-aged, dark-haired man walks up to you and smiles nervously, asking, “Hey there, sweet thing. How much?”

A little startled, you say, “Excuse me?”

The man says, “How much do you charge?”

Confused, you ask, “For what?”

The man thinks and says, “How about for just a blowjob?”

It finally sinks in that the man thinks you’re a prostitute, but you aren’t sure how to reply, stammering, “Uhh...w…um… I don’t…”

The man interrupts you with an offer, “How about a hundred?”

You’re trying to think of how to tell the man that you don’t do that sort of thing, but… once he puts an amount out there… part of you actually starts to think about it. A hundred dollars. It would probably take you a week of work at a crappy, part-time, after-school job to make that much, if you were even able to GET a crappy, part-time, after-school job. And now you’re being offered a hundred dollars to do something that would only take a few minutes.

Hmph. But there’s no way you could actually do something like that…