While the clerk stares at you with a smirk you open the envelope to read the letter:
I have one thing for you to do before you can go home. This will earn you one destroyed document.
At 6 p.m. pay one dollar to unlock booth number two. Go in, strip down to your thong, take a seat, get yourself nice and hard, watch the video. As you're watching the video someone will motion to you through a hole in the wall. Your smart enough to know what to put in the hole. Once you're finished you may return home for the night. Don't forget your package.
A gloryhole. You look around the store and still see only men. You can't help but wonder if one of these men might be your blackmailer. If so, this might be your chance to turn the tables. Although it also means possibly letting another man suck your cock. It's not a big deal though, right, you just need to close your eyes and pretend it's a woman.
You sigh and kill the next 15 minutes wandering the store and scrutinizing the other men. You try your best to get a good look at them without being noticed to see if they give off any indication that they might be the blackmailer. No one makes eye contact with you.
At five minutes before 6 p.m. the front door opens and a figure trying to hide under a hoodie enters the store. Long blonde wavy hair spills out from under the hood and it's difficult not to notice the rather large breasts concealed under the sweater. She takes a right straight down the booth hall.
"Huh," you think, "that's promising."
A minute before 6 p.m. you head toward booth two. A sign on the door clarifies that it's the "gay porn" screening booth. You roll your eyes as you insert the dollar. After you enter the booth and close the door the film starts. It's gay porn all right and leaves very little to the imagination. You strip down as you were told and start stroking your cock.
As you stroke you see a motion out of the corner of your eye. A finger adorned with bright red nail polish is sticking through a hole and motion toward you. You get on your knees and peek through seeing blonde hair framing the bottom of a face. A tongue slides along cherry red lips. Suddenly any problems you had getting hard melt away.
You stick your cock through the hole. A little ashamed, because it seems like something only perverts and creeps do, but at least it's a chick on the other side.
She wastes no saliva as she covers your cock all the way down the shaft. She alternates between licking, sucking, and furiously stroking it. You admit to yourself that it's one of the best blowjobs you've ever had and it shows, because within a few minutes your exploding into the strangers mouth. As you do she keeps her lips tight around your cock sucking intensely. You brace yourself against the wall as your body shudders.
The mouth lets go and you collapse in the seat. This blackmail certainly has it's perks.
You quickly get dressed, because you want to get out in the hall and see the woman who just sucked off a strangers cock. If you're lucky you can corner her and see who sent her.
As you open the door you see her back at the other end of the hall walking into the shop and turning in the direction of the exit. Her hood is down now and her long blonde hair flows over her shoulders. You can't help but notice the black tight skirt she's wearing shows off the curves of a fantastic ass.
You catch up with her just as she reaches the exit. On the sidewalk you grab her by the arm and say, "Hey, thanks for the blow job, but I need to ask..."
She turns and shoves you back and that's when you notice the very masculine features of her face.
"What the fuck?" A low voice says through cherry red lips, "In my craigslist ad I thought I made it clear that this would be completely anonymous and we wouldn't talk. Thanks for the load, but back off. The only part you get to touch me with is your cock."
Son of a bitch, you think. Your blackmailer hooked you up with a transvestite through craigslist.
"I-I'm sorry, uh, I'm new to this."
"Sure, sure, that's what they all say," and the wigged man turns and storms off into the parking lot.
Your cellphone vibrates in your pocket. You open it to see a text message:
"Hope you enjoyed your first blow job by a man. I've destroyed one more document. Now go get your box and head home. I'll be in touch."
You feel violated, angry, and ashamed when you walk back into the store. The clerk says with a smug smirk, "Hope you enjoyed the movie."
You scowl at him as you take your box and leave the store. |