Stripper in a Seedy Dive
"Hey, sexy mama! How much for a blowjob?"
You keep walking. You know they are talking to you, but you keep walking. It might be past 8 o'clock for all you know. Their hot gazes burn the backs of your legs. Your dick grows hard.
"Don't be that way, bitch. I can fuck for hours. I'll make you forget your own name."
Another says, "What a pair of legs. I wouldn't mind bending her over that garbage can and ramming my hard cock up inside her. Bam! Bam! She'd fucking love it."
You blush at the thought of turning men on, even these miscreants. It makes you feel incredibly alluring and powerful--having the power to draw men's eyes, to stir their loins. [STROKE--being found sexy turns you on.] Their eyes follow you. They want your ass. You pass the garbage can and blush again, because the one that wants to rail you over that can looks virile and cute. Hard cock inside you--your mancunt flutters at the thought.
But you must get to the address on Goddess's paper. You hurry along.