You make a paltry offer...

You just know if he finds out you don’t have any cash, he’ll give you up in a second. You needed to offer him something to buy his silence, but… the only thing you had to offer was something you could only do so for the past few hours. It’s the only option you tell yourself.

“Would… a handjob suffice instead?” you manage to hoarsely whisper.

You almost can’t believe what you're saying... but a man like this probably hasn’t had anything but his own hand to satisfy him for who knows how long. Hopefully even something as simple as a handjob might tempt him enough to accept.

You wait for a response, but find only silence. The seconds pass excruciatingly slowly, the answer to whether or not you’ll need to jack someone off still up in the air. Should you offer more…? He may reject it and blow your cover. You should offer m-

“Well, good enough I guess…” the response finally comes, tinged with disappointment.

You sigh with relief, the anxiety of being discovered gone… only to be replaced by the fact that you now have to jack this guy off! This is not what you envisioned when you walked out of that pharmacy with Alicia…

The sounds of shuffling fill the hovel, accompanied by groans and grunts as you feel various pieces of paper and carboard tossed aside. Eventually you hear the sound of a zipper...

“Alright, get to work.”