No

You come to a shuddering climax as Eric pushes his cock all the way into you and begins recklessly pumping a thick load of cum into your waiting pussy.

It feels like his orgasm is never going to end, and you're cumming so hard that you can't endure it. You nearly white out as you moan incomprehensibly, your voice mixing with Eric's grunts of animalistic pleasure.

Finally, Eric finishes cumming, leaves your cunt a sloppy dripping mess as he pulls out. He has to move you to the bench inside the room to keep you from collapsing to the floor; your legs aren't working right now.

Seeming to come to his senses after emptying his balls inside of you, Eric asks in a suddenly nervous voice. "Y-you're safe today right? On the pill or something?"

The afterglow of your orgasms keeping you from snapping an angry retort at him for asking that now, you just nod weakly...based on the mysterious phone calls, it's too late to worry about something like that.

Looking relieved, Eric gets dressed in a hurry, leaving you on the bench.

"Listen, I've gotta go, but remember the guy at the register when we came in? That's Greg, his shift is almost done, and he'll drive you wherever you like in a few minutes. Just give him a 'tip' of some kind after, alright?"

His voice makes it sound like he's done this whole routine before...you can't believe your sister's dating such an asshole. Though, the pleasant soreness between your legs does help you understand how she can put up with him...

Before you can reply, he's ducked out of the room and left. You're quite frankly exhausted, and don't feel like walking very far. Getting on public transit while smelling so strongly of sex seems unpleasant too...

On the other hand, while you have no doubt Greg will help you back to his car and drive you wherever you need to go, you have no doubt he'll pressure you for a handjob at the very least.