Dump her... now

You don't see anything good coming out of this. Yeah, you could probably talk her into another blowjob... just like you did at her cafe. And then where would you be? In a few hours your balls would be full again and nothing would have changed... except that you'd be a bigger asshole than you already are.

"You know Carol," you say, "I don't think this is going to work."

Her eyes immediately pool up. "If you don't like the outfit, I can change it. I can wear some of my daughter's things. I swear I can be sexy. You saw how sexy I could be... and you said--"

"I know what I said. And you know what? I was talking out of my ass. I exploited you. I have no more interest in doing a true crime stream than I do in becoming a Breatharian and living on air." He paused for a moment, wondering if he was being cruel for her sake or whether he was being even more of an asshole to destroy her dreams. "Uh, I wasn't lying about you being sexy, though. You're really sexy. If I did want to do a true-crime stream, I'd certainly want to do it with you."

"I'm fat."

"You're not fat. Maybe you have a couple of extra pounds on you but most of that is in your tits where it looks great. Don't let anyone say you're not a hot woman."

"I don't understand why you aren't interested in doing the true crime streams, then. It's where the money is. Plus, the audience is almost all female. You could get thousands of fan-girls and fuck them all."

You have to admit that paints a pretty picture. Still, you've got your plans and you've got enough distractions without wasting a lot of time researching decades-old tragedies.

"Look, Carol. I'm sorry I exploited you. That was an asshole move and... well, there is no 'and.' It just was. The thing is, if I hang with you any longer, I'm probably going to try to figure out a way to trick you into fucking me just because I'm a guy and I'm horny and... well, that's why."

You pat her on the back and head for the door.

"You really are a jerk, aren't you?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry."