The Proving Ground

“Where are we going?” Francis asked, playing along.

“To my car,” the blonde whispered.

“Why?” Francis grinned.

“I, I want to give you a blowjob,” the woman said.

“Why should I let you? I hardly know you?”

“Please, let me give you a blowjob,” she pleaded.

“I don’t think so,” Francis smiled, enjoying the scene he was causing.

“Please!” the blonde-haired woman cried, falling to her knees at Francis’s feet. “Let me give you a blowjob. I need to give you a blowjob. I’m begging you, please let me!”

“I’m not so sure,” Francis smirked.

“I’ll do anything to suck your cock!” she said fervently, grasping at Francis’s gray slacks.

“Anything?” he said, cocking an eyebrow.

“Anything! Use me, **** me, anything to have your cock in my mouth!”

“Okay,” Francis said, watching the woman break into a grin. “But I’ll let you know when.” She frowned, downcast as she climbed to her feet.

“Before then,” Francis continued. “I have a few things for you to do.”

“What do you want me to do?” the blonde asked.

“First,” Francis smiled. “You need to prove yourself to me. You will go around the mall giving blowjobs and jacking off men. You will let them cum on your breasts. Once you can no longer see your flesh beneath the coating of semen, you will start your second task.”

“What’s the second task,” she asked, hugging her arms to her chest.

“You will get a tattoo,” Francis said. “On your right shoulder blade. The tattoo will be the word ‘****.’ When done, to help pay for the operation, you will give the man a blowjob.”

“W, what if it’s a woman?”

“Then eat her out,” Francis smirked. She nodded dumbly.

“Don’t just stand there,” he said, slapping her on the ass. “Get moving! You only have a couple hours until the mall closes.”

Laughing, Francis watched the woman scamper off.