The B.B.’s adapt to their new situation.

“Holy shit,” the guy said. His chest was covered in sweat and he had to stare at the ceiling to keep himself from losing it too early.

Marigold flipped her hair back over her shoulder. “Is that good?” she asked, pushing her hips back against him as his cock thrust deep inside of her.

“Fucking incredible,” he said. “You’re the best callgirl I’ve ever been with!”

Marigold pulled herself away from him, turning and covering her chest and her pussy. “I’m not a callgirl!” she insisted. There were already some tears in her eyes. “You didn’t pay for me!” The heat that had filled the room was already dissipating, and they sat on either end of the bed, neither one wanting to make eye contact.

“I don’t see what the difference is,” the guy said, screwing up his nose. “Besides, everyone’s already seen you covered in jizz, why beat around the bush?” His boner was gone, but now he was just frustrated. What was the deal with these cosplayer chicks? They were always so temperamental.

Marigold went bright red. She knew, of course, that everyone had seen what Harry had done to her... and what Jakey has done to her. Twice. That didn’t mean she wanted to be reminded about it all the time. Didn’t a girl deserve to be romanced once in a while? Sure, she was a booth babe. Sure, guys could donate to charity to go out with her, and sure, that usually ended with them beating off onto her heaving chest. But she wasn’t a call girl! She deserved at least a little respect.

It was clear to the both of them that their fun was over for the evening. Marigold grabbed her dress— red, slinky, a low-cut, just the type Lynn always **** her to wear— and pulled it over her head. She was ashamed to realize that she hadn’t worn underwear at all for the date. Soon she was out the door and speeding through the halls of the hotel, back to her room.

“Yo, the Cum Queen!” some guy called. She ignored him.

“How’s it hanging, LittleLamb?” another said. “Probably not as low as my balls, if you want a suck!” The image that popped into her head actually got her a little hot, but she hated the way the words sounded on her ear, so she didn’t stop until she was finally home.