A Handjob

"A hand job," Mary whispered.

The middle-aged fanboy smiled and squeezed her ass. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you. Could you speak up?"

Mary looked up in his eyes trying to hold back the tears from her own. "I said give me fifteen dollars, and I'll stroke you off."

“Excellent! Follow me” said the con troll mockingly.

The troll led Mary to the family bathroom of the Rite-Aid. The troll locked the door and turned to face Mary. “Now then, time for you to earn your $15, whore.”

Mary dejectedly stared at the gross man.

“Go ahead and fish it out,” said the troll. "It's not going to come out on it's on."

Mary tentatively reached her hands out and undid the man’s belt. Couldn't he have at least done this part himself; Mary thought as she pulled down his pants. The man’s cock came into view. It wasn’t as horrible as Mary thought it would be. His cock was below average in length and girth but at least unlike the rest of the man it was clean.

Mary reached out to touch it when the man pulled away “Nu uh uh,” he said wagging his pudgy finger. “You need to give me something to look at.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” huffed Mary.

“My money. My deal,” said the troll “Now take off your shirt and your bra.”

Mary was fuming. Unconsciously she balled up her hand into a fist. No, you can't hit him; she mentally chided herself. You need that money for the Plan B. Dolefully, Mary took her top up and bra off before tossing them to the floor. “Better?” Mary fumed.

“Yes. You may proceed slut,” troll answered back gleefully.

I'm not a whore; Mary's mind protested. I fucked Geoffery and Akoni because they were hot. Those assholes left money to mock me. Anne was right. There are a lot of guys that will throw the whore card in any girls face if she so much as shows any guy any attention.

Mary once again reached out to grasp the man’s cock. Avoiding eye contact with him at all costs she began to stroke it.

“Look at me whore while you do it,” the troll said.

Mary glared at him with contempt and anger. “You hate this, don’t you?” he asked his voice dripping with derision. “Not that I care but you’re going to look like you’re enjoying this or the deal is off.”

Another condition. Just perfect. Can’t this just be over; Mary thought as she softened her demeanor. “Mmm you have such a big cock sir,” Mary said with fake enthusiasm “I bet you get all the girls you want.”

“Yes, I do cunt. I can get any girl I want with my mighty cock. I got you, didn’t I?” The vile man snorted.

“Mmm, you did sir. Your cock is so inviting,” cooed Mary, her stomach turning as she pretended to enjoy this.

The troll grunted as Mary’s hands moved faster and faster coaxing his seed out. "Here it comes slut," the troll bellowed as he proceeded to shoot his jizz. The first few shots hit Mary squarely in the face while the final shots went all over her breasts.

The man whipped his phone out and was taking pictures. “Such a lovely whore. These pics will be going on 4chan if you want your own copies to look as you touch yourself while remember this." The man then dropped $15 on the floor. "There’s the $15 I promised you.” The troll then laughed to himself as he stuffed his deflated cock back into his pants and left.

Now Mary felt like a whore. That evil man had taken pictures of her painted with his cum. Christ, I hope no one I know sees those; Mary thought as she got up and went to the sink and cleaned herself off.

A defeated Mary made her way over to family planning and got the Plan B pill. After what I went through these better fucking work.

She went up to the front cashier. When she arrived there was no sign of {if Susan Seat = 1}Amy{else}David{endif}. She paid and hastily opened the box and took the Plan B before leaving.

When Mary exited the pharmacy {if Susan Seat = 1}Amy{else}David{endif} was already waiting for her in the car. The ride back to the hotel was quiet. Mary actions had ruined whatever chance she had had with {if Susan Seat = 1}Amy{else}David{endif}.

Not that Mary was in the mood for anything else tonight. Fuck I just want this night to be over. Hopefully, the rest of the con is better than this.

It was nearly 3 am when they arrived back at the hotel. {if Susan Seat = 1}Amy{else}David{endif} said good night with stiff politeness and drove off. Mary made her way back to her room to what sleep she could in preparation for day one of Tomorrow Con.