Downtown Dani

He reached the bodega and, suddenly very aware of the aftertaste in his mouth, wandered in to get another Red Bull. He again failed to take notice of the looks he was getting until he got to the Red Bull cooler and caught his reflection in the glass.

His face was still covered in drying saliva and cum. His hair was mussed in a way that immediately gave away that someone had been pulling it. His shirt was inside out.

No wonder he'd been getting so many snickers and weird looks.

"Guess I know what you needed Beast for," came a familiar voice from behind him. He turned to find himself face-to-face with the same woman who'd shown him to Beast's place.

He started to protest but then remembered he had cum on his face.

She walked away laughing.

Dan felt himself reddening with embarrassment so he just grabbed a Red Bull and beelined for the counter. The guy behind the counter wasn't the same guy as earlier. The last guy had been an Arab guy but he'd now been replaced with a heavyset older black guy.

Dan set the Red Bull and avoided eye contact.

"You must be one of Beast's bitches, huh?"

Dan didn't answer. He just shrugged.

"Yeah," the cashier laughed. "That's what I thought."

Dan pulled cash out to pay for the Red Bull but the cashier still hadn't rung it up. Finally giving in, Dan looked at the cashier, about to ask what the hold up was, when he saw exactly what the hold up was: the cashier had his cock out and was stroking it slowly.

Dan stared at the cashier. The cashier just stroked.

Dani stared at the cock. The cashier continued to stroke.

Neither of them said anything but the next thing she knew, Dani was on her knees behind the counter, the cashier's dick in her mouth.

He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her down onto his dick which immediately reminded her of Beast. She felt herself getting hard.

"Oh man that's fuckin good," said the cashier in a low voice. Dani couldn't help but notice that his voice wasn't nearly as deep or commanding as Beast's. "Suck that dick you fuckin whore."

Being called a whore made Dani's dick twitch.

The door jingled as a customer walked in. Dani started to pull away from the cashier's dick but he pushed her back down. "No you don't bitch," he hissed at her. "Keep at it. Motherfucker can't see you anyway."

Dani did as she was told and just kept bobbing away, assuming she was invisible, until she heard a familiar voice laugh behind her, "One taste of this black dick and you're already a whore for every nigga with a hard-on, huh?"

She again tried to pull back but the cashier wouldn't let her and instead added his other hand to her head and started pumping more intently. He was smaller than Beast so Dani found she could already deepthroat him without a problem. He also seemed to already be close to cumming so she opted to just get on with it.

"Give it to her good," Beast said to the cashier. "She can take a fuckin dick."

Not one to turn down an opportunity, the cashier pushed Dani's head against the counter so she couldn't move backwards at all, put both hands on the counter, and started pumping in and out of her mouth. She angled her head so he could get all the way down her throat and, taking his cue, the cashier responded by increasing his speed.

She snuck a hand down her pants to rub at her painful hard-on and found a literal pool of precum and every time the cashier bottomed out she was momentarily smothered by his gut and she felt herself dribble a little more precum.

Eventually his breathing became more ragged and his pumping became erratic. Dani moaned around his cock as he bottomed out and held fast. She struggled to breathe with his gut in her face as she felt the head of cock, halfway down her throat, start pumping cum into her. She swallowed as he did so to avoid making more of a mess.

Finally after two or three solid minutes of pumping cum into her, the cashier let up and pulled his cock free. Dani's world suddenly expanded beyond just the cashier's dick and gut and she could breathe freely.

She started to stand just as several customers - which she had totally failed to notice coming in - started clapping and hooting at her. She tried not to blush as she stood up and came out from behind the counter. As she did the cashier finally rung up her Red Bull.

"That'll be $4.10," he said with a smirk.

As she left several guys whistled at her, someone called her a "cracker cock whore," and she overheard Beast talking to someone about "turning her out" whatever that meant. She tried to avoid eye contact and got outside only to find out that it was now raining.

At least it'll wash some of the cum off of me, she thought.

Finally on the bus, Dan sat alone in the very back, as far away from everyone else as possible, and opened his backpack to at least see what he'd gotten from Beast. The bag, it turned out, was full of prepackaged baggies of damn near everything: weed, smack, coke, pills. Probably a couple thousand dollars worth of shit to sell back home.

There was also a small felt bag at the bottom.

He fished it out and, checking to make sure no one could see him, and looked inside. It was a pink buttplug with a note wrapped around it.

"Start practicing whore," it said in handwritten block letters.