Proposition the drugstore cashier
From Create Your Own Story
You smile and wink as you take your bag.
"How about I include you in my fun afternoon?"
The guy grins, and the light catches his 5 o'clock shadow. You melt just a little on the inside.
"Not gonna lie, you look like you'd be a hot fuck."
You reach across the counter and touch the back of your finger to his package, gently stroking the length of it.
After about twenty seconds, though, he brushes your hand away.
"I'd love to, man, but there are security cameras. I'm gonna give you my number, all right? I get off shift in six hours; meet me in the parking lot and call me if I'm not there."
You accept the number gladly. As you walk out, you toss the condoms and lube in the back of your Buick.
