They "don't have any"

James marched into the pharmacy, his face burning even redder with shame and humiliation as he felt every pair of eyes focusing on his naked body and the cum splashed across his crotch and thighs.

There were a few gasps and murmurs from the predominantly female customers and (and entirely female) employees, although no one spoke to him directly.

In a way, that kind of made things even worse and made James feel even more degraded and humiliated, like he didn't even deserve the common decency and dignity of someone asking something as simple as 'are you ok?' or 'what happened to you?'

James' face was as red as a tomato now, and the scent of his shameful ejaculate filled his nostrils even more now, as if the stench of his seed was somehow getting even stronger.

Who knows? Perhaps Rebecca was in fact choosing to make it stink even more as just another petty cruelty against him?

James bit his lip, trying to pretend this was all normal, and that no one was staring at him, or quietly judging him, or recording him with their phones to do god knows what with the video.

The sound of his bare feet slapping against the tiled floor seemed to echo through the store, making James wince even more at the thought he was being so loud (at least in his mind) and drawing even more attention to himself.

He knew he just needed to get his stupid prescription and then he could get out of here, but the thought of walking around with his own cum smeared on himself, and the musky stench of his seed permeating the air was too much for him to bare, so he quickly veered off toward the health and beauty section to look for some cleansing wipes first.

Of course, when he go to the section, he couldn't find what he needed, although he did come face to face with a middle aged woman who got an eye-full of him.

Her shock quickly turned to laughter, likely just a nervous reaction given the situation, although James couldn't help but think she was laughing at him; at his pathetic appearance, at the way he smelled, or perhaps even the size of his now-flaccid cock (which, did it suddenly seem smaller? Was that witch toying with him even more by making it shrink?!) His heart was pounding now and his breath was getting ragged.

He looked for wipes, saw none (although he was rather distracted and may have missed them), and then skittered away, too embarrassed to make eye contact with her.

Several wolf-whistles filled the air as he rushed along, degrading James further.

His mind was racing as panic and shame and anger and fear and every other negative emotion swelled in him. Was he losing his mind along with his nerve now? Was the witch toying with him even further, subtly making more changes to his mind to prolong and increase his misery? Or was he just over thinking things and psyching himself out? Whatever the case, he was sure that cruel woman was loving every second of this.

James went down another aisle, unintentionally flashing his ass to a college-aged woman in the birth-control section as he continued his futile search for something to clean himself with.

Finally, after failing to find anything to clean himself up with, he reluctantly stepped towards the counter, where the three female employees were leering at him. The oldest woman, a rather frumpy and frankly unattractive creature, was looking at him in utter disgust, while the two younger ones, a cute blonde and an equally cute brunette, seemed much more amused and entertained by his misfortune.

"Um..." James murmured as he approached the counter, his cock bouncing with every step. "I... uh..."

The old hag scowled at him, and looked like she was about to chew him out when the blonde stepped in.

"Yes, can I help you?" She asked with an only partially-contained giggle.

She turned to the ugly woman and spoke.

"I've got this, go take your break."

The mean, older woman let out a sound of disgust, rolled her eyes, and walked away, happy to not deal with this disgusting pervert.

"I, uh, need to get this prescription filled..." James said as he walked up to the counter and handed the blonde his Viagra request. "And... I could use some wipes too, for um..."

The brunette cracked and started giggling hard now as the cum slowly dripped down James' thighs.

"Sorry," she said as she tried to stifle her laughter and failed.

"We..." the blonde bit her lip as she looked James over, devouring him with her eyes as her cheeks flushed red. "We're sold out. Right Steph?"

The brunette, apparently named Steph just nodded along, even as her eyes wandered to the well-stocked shelf the cleaning wipes were sitting on.

"Mmmmhmmm, totally," she lied.