They do (Slut removed)

They did as I asked, stopping only to let me grab the box and my scarf that had fallen off in all the fun.

I had to look ridiculously being lead by them to the nearest bathroom. Naked, leaking and covered in cum, and with a slut tattoo on my crotch for good measure. Yet I found it hard to care; was this the stickers doing, or my own morality degrading? I wasn't sure as I wiped the cum off my face and glasses and sucked it off my fingers. I was certainly being more casual about this than I expected.

There were a set of bathrooms at the edge of the lot, the doors covered by a metal awning with some measure of privacy. As I reached the woman's restroom, my driver took one last chance to grab my ass with both hands and squeezed hard. I bit my lip and hissed with pleasure, "You're insatiable, sir."

"Adam, ma'am. If you would." he whispered.

"You're insatiable, Adam," and took the opportunity to kiss him again, a slow lingering thing that sent tingles through my toes. When I pulled away, he coughed and reached into his pocket, offering me a box of breath mints.

He raised a brow and he smiled, "You'll thank me later."

"Mmm, I'll hold you to that," I purred, taking the box and slipping inside. Thank god the bathroom was well maintained, and single use, lock included. I locked the door behind me and walked up to the mirror.

I took one deep breath to steady myself, and reached down to pull the Slut sticker off my crotch. Somewhere in my mind, a switch was flicked and I dry heaved into the sink as waves of shame rolled over me. The taste of cum in my mouth, the shameless way I had just let these men I just met fuck me silly, and the money shot dripping off my breasts made me want to crawl in the nearest hole and die.

There were three things I learned that day.

1. Cum tasted terrible
2. The Slut sticker turned my life into one big porno where anyone and everyone was down to fuck 24/7 including me
3. I genuinely liked the taste of cock and a good passionate kiss.

At least I knew where my fetishes ended and where the stickers began. I turned on the sink and spent several minutes washing the salty taste from my mouth and popped a breath mint in my mouth. Then I grabbed some paper towels and wiped myself clean, a thoroughly embarrassing process that I won't go into detail on. Thankfully my hair looked fine despite what had happened and some cold water worked wonders for cleaning my glasses off. Fifteen minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom and looked as presentable as a nudist could.

Adam and the passenger both looked at me when I stepped out, those lust filled expressions completely gone and replaced with steely eyed professionalism. I cleared my throat and said, "Did anything unusual happen during our trip here, agents?"

Adam shook his head, "No ma'am. Standard escort, with Agent 03 and 05 providing permanent cover the entire way. The operation could not have gone smoother."

I looked at him seriously for a moment, and realized he was being serious. He genuinely didn't remember our lewd actions just minutes ago. That was interesting, and a little disappointing. But that was why I had used the sticker in the first place, for a little fun with no long term consequences. I wondered idly if there was a sticker sheet I missed that would work as birth control, and quickly shook the thought away.

"Okay then, agents. I'm ready to board the Rig."