Unconsciously reach down and grab whatever it is you bumped into.

It throbs in your hand, and then throbs again.

A third pulsating throb and the thing spews a few ropes of warm and thick liquid onto your hand that you desperately try to wipe off on your too loose soccer shorts.

Just as you come to understand what just happened looking at your sticky warm hand in horror, you turn and watch as a wrinkly old cock retracts back into the wall. It's a gloryhole. You're in a gloryhole booth and you just accidentally jacked off an old man. Your stomach churns as you think about the sight of the stumpy dick that you'd just been fondling, even in the extremely dim neon-tinted light of the booth you knew that it didn't belong to anyone that anyone who looked like you should be going anywhere near.

A few more seconds and a note falls through the hole; when you squat down to pick it up, making sure not to touch any of the cool sticky goo decorating the floor, you come face to face with a dark black cock poking through the same hole. The note reads "$20?". Even in the dim lighting you can see that it's a black dick. Throbbing, veiny, uncut, and very, very black bobbing up and down in front of your very white face. You shudder. You don't even have any black friends as a guy, this is probably the most embarrassed you've ever been.

"$20?" You say allowed, shocked as the feminine voice emanating from your mouth forms the words. Then a $20 bill drops through the hole in the wall.

You're broke, wearing a loose white t-shirt that only silhouettes your nipples and a loose pair of soccer shorts, and have nowhere to go. $20, or even more potentially, could mean the difference between surviving the 48 hours and ending up with another taxi-driver incident.