You seem to have fans

With a swagger you didn’t know you had until now, you decide to just walk out into the mall and ask one person, just one, just to say you did and be done with it. You stroll up to a table with three obviously college guys, and say, “Hi. I’m doing…”

One of them instantly cuts you off, “Holy shit it’s the challenge girl.”

The second Looks up from his phone, you see he was in the process of saving the picture of you from behind, slightly bent over. “It is. No way. Hell ya, you don’t need to ask. We will totally cum on your face.”

The third looks up, he was zoomed way in on the picture and staring at your little bulge he could see from behind. “Hell yes.” He stands up and hops over to another table of four. “Dudes, she wants all of us to cum on her face. It’s going to be epic.

A few frantic minutes later and you are leading what is clearly an entire ball team back into the bathroom. On the plus side, you end up with so many guys that are so enthusiastic, that you don’t even have to touch any of them. On the minus side, fifteen loads of cum turns out to be quite the mess.

But Eric was right. Task 6 is a 30 second clip of you on your knees, acting like the cum was the best thing ever, with a bowl between your legs catching whatever it could. And task 7 is a clip of them all chanting chug chug chug as you drink from the bowl after they insist they washed it out for you. You are pretty sure you just drank a lot of cum, and you are sticky everywhere, but you are $400 richer as task 8 quickly dings in.

“Task 8. Get cleaned up, go to this address.” With a link to a strip club, “And get a clip of a receipt for pierced nipples signed by the piercer, assuring completion. Same clothes. Wipe them clean you dirty girl.”

The guys all start chanting, strip club, and you get many many offers to give you a ride. Eric being the most normal seeming of all of them.

“I think I swallowed some cum.” You say as he helps you get wiped off.

“Ya, you probably did. Wanna quit? 7 tasks is pretty good. That’s what, $1300, right?”

You look at your new account. It reads, “$4700.” You show it to him. “Holy shit. Why?”

“Tips silly. From fans.”

“Wow.”

“To the strip club then? Pierced nipples are pretty sexy, Lexi.” He laughs.

You punch him in the shoulder. He acts like it hurts. It obviously doesn’t. “I guess…”