Erin Pays the Rent Pt. 05

The bus went over a speed bump as it approached the college and the resulting bounce brought Erin out of her reverie. It had been a pivotal time. And while she still harbored some warm feelings for Jeff, the ensuing years had shown her that he had in fact groomed her from the start--very slowly and carefully, but groomed her nonetheless. The carefully metered porn watching, the mutual masturbation (only after she had turned 18), and all the things that came after had been meticulously planned.

Now she had to focus on her classes instead of reliving the days when she was turned out. She hopped off the bus one stop early because she knew there was a small convenience store on that block. She had not forgotten that she needed some gum to freshen her breath! However, she regretted having to spend her still very limited pool of funds on something like that. Still, the alternative was not appealing.

After buying the smallest package she could find, she popped a couple of pieces in her mouth and began vigorously chewing while swishing the strongly flavored saliva over the teeth and tongue. Soon there would be little chance of anyone detecting what had been her mouth earlier that morning.

Erin had two classes that afternoon, and she attended both of them diligently. She had belatedly realized after graduating from high school that grades do matter. Furthermore, she had learned by trial and error that being a regular attendee and sometimes speaking up in class or visiting her instructor's office hours with well-curated questions was a good way to form a lasting impression. And this was something that could pay off down the line if she needed a letter of reference. She inwardly chuckled--many of her high school classmates had known this long ago--they had picked up the "hidden curriculum" that students from a privileged background learned from day one due to their well-educated parents and siblings, and it had carried them to top universities where they continued to succeed. Erin had not been so fortunate, but she did believe in second chances. She was hoping to make the best of her current situation and transfer to a public university a couple of hours away.

In fact, several of Erin's instructors seemed to think highly of her. They conveyed the message that they considered her a hard-working and serious student, and that they saw some talent as well. If she was totally honest, she also had to admit that one of them, Dr. DeLuca, seemed to find her attractive. She had noticed him checking her out when he thought she wasn't looking. She was conflicted about that--she wanted to earn any success she had without any special assistance because the instructor was sweet on her. On the other hand, Dr. DeLuca was pretty young--maybe early 30s--and good looking. He was tall and athletic, with tousled dark, curly hair and usually sported a couple of days' stubble. But of course, there was the whole transgender thing. Erin had worked hard to try to pass as a cis girl, and she was pretty sure that only a few people had clocked her. However, that meant that anyone she imagined having a relationship would be in for a shock that was likely to be a deal-breaker for most of them.

Erin had Dr. DeLuca that afternoon. It was a class of about 50, and it was held in a moderately large lecture hall with sloped floors so that the back rows were quite a bit higher than those in the front. She typically sat in one of the first three rows. She had found that sitting in front helped her stay engaged, and made it more likely that the instructor would remember her. However, in Dr. DeLuca's case this was not an issue. She decided that for this lecture she would sit further back and higher up, selecting a seat on the aisle about two thirds of the way back.

As she got her tablet and pencil out to take notes, she saw Dr. DeLuca walk in. He busied himself with setting up his presentation, then looked up to check the time on the clock and scan the class to see if most people were seated. Erin saw him look pointedly at her usual spot, which was currently empty. Then she saw him sweep the lecture hall with his eyes and smile slightly when he located her. Yeah, he was definitely a bit obsessed with her.

Erin scooted out of the lecture as soon as it was over. She was worried that Dr. DeLuca might try to strike up a conversation, and she had to quickly head home to change for a shift at the restaurant. Now that her hours had been cut, she was extra careful to always be on time and never cause any problems while she was working. She caught the bus back, but this time she did not let her mind wander back to her earlier days. Instead, she went over what was coming up in her classes--assignments, midterms, reading, etc. When she got back to her place, she quickly donned the trim black pants and white sleeveless top required of all servers, being sure to swap out her black bra for a white one first. Then she put on a light jacket to cover the somewhat skimpy top. She had to walk to and from the restaurant, and it would be cooling off now that afternoon was transitioning to evening.

Her shift went as they usually did--grueling, on her feet most of the time with few breaks. Her customers varied from thoughtful and generous to rude and disrespectful, and a couple of them got a little bit grabby. Erin was experienced enough to see the trouble coming and managed to avoid getting groped outright. She was very nervous that someday she would mess up and a guy would put his hand between her legs and feel something there that he was not expecting. Erin's employers did not know that she was trans, and she imagined that she could end up unemployed in the aftermath of such an episode.

She got home late--around 11:00 p. m. She kicked her pumps off and put her feet up while she scrolled through social media on her laptop. She probably should try to fit in a little bit of schoolwork, but she was just too burned out. It had been a long day.

The next morning, Erin sipped a mug of fresh coffee and retrieved her medications from the cupboard. She had to stay on top of her schedule; each of the three medicines were taken at different frequencies, and with or without food. Right now she was only on pills, including estradiol. She had been using weekly injections, but her physician had recommended trying oral delivery for the convenience.

As she took out her various pills, Erin noticed that the estradiol bottle was almost empty. This caused a feeling of panic that settled in her gut. She had already had to do something she had never done previously in order to get a few extra days to pay her rent. She certainly did not have enough for the hormone refill. What would she do? She could not imagine interrupting her meds. She felt she was doing more than maintaining; she was still undergoing subtle but real physical changes, and she did not want to do anything to disrupt that process.

Erin thought about the pharmacy where she usually filled her prescriptions. The pharmacist there, Andy, was somewhat sketchy. He was middle-aged and a bit overweight. He was also way too familiar with her, in an unpleasantly flirty way. He had made it clear that he found her sexy, and had come close to suggesting that they get together while still maintaining plausible deniability. Erin did not find him at all attractive. Nonetheless, she began to workshop a plan in her mind. She needed those meds!

What would she be willing to do in order to get them if paying the regular price was not possible. She had already shown herself to be ethically flexible when it came to Darrell and the late rent. Maybe she should just go all in and see if she could trade sex for hormones. Erin again reflected on the unsavoriness of Andy. His body looked soft and flabby, his hair was greasy and becoming a bit sparse on top, and he sported an unflattering mustache above his upper lip. He was not her idea of a dreamboat, but would she be able to overcome her distaste and provide him with sexual pleasure? She decided she could do that.

Erin had a class at 10:00, but she decided to leave early and stop at the pharmacy. Andy seemed to be there most of the time, and she thought that there was less chance of there being any inconvenient customers to overhear her proposal if she could get him by himself. And what would that proposal be? Sadly, she admitted to herself that she would blow him in return for a 3-month supply of estradiol. Since her hormones were not covered by insurance, that would cost several hundred dollars.

She put on a pair of tight blue jeans and matched them with a snug black turtleneck. It did nothing to help with her minimal bust, but she thought that Andy might be one of those pervy guys who was into skinny girls, and the black top definitely sold that vibe. On a whim, she chose some cute black ankle boots to finish off. The inch-and-a-half heels brought her height close to five foot ten, which again emphasized the thin impression. She put some product in her blond hair and mussed it to give herself a carefully curated bed-head look, and slipped on a nice gold rope chain bracelet that she had always liked.

Erin decided to walk, since the pharmacy was not directly on a bus route that would get her to the college. It took her about fifteen minutes to get there, and by the end she realized that she had misjudged the temperature--it was cooler than she had realized and she was definitely chilled. She pushed open the door, and as she soaked up the warmth she was gratified to find only a handful of customers browsing the aisles and no one in the back at the prescription counter. And there was Andy, sitting at a desk looking at a computer display.

Casually, Erin worked her way back until she was near the prescription counter, pretending to study some enema supplies. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Andy glancing at her. She noted that he did a double take once he had recognized her as one of his customers that he liked to lightly harass. When she saw him stand up, she wandered to the counter. Andy stood across from her, and she saw that he was staring at her breasts. Glancing down, she realized that her nipples were prominent through the material of the turtleneck as a result of her walk through the cold. Ordinarily she would be irritated, but she thought this could be helpful in getting him on board for some barter.

"Been a while since I've seen you," said Andy. "I guess it's about time for you to refill your scrips, huh?"

Erin put her hands on the counter and leaned forward so that he could hear her.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure I have enough on hand to cover the cost of another three months of estradiol," she replied softly, raising her eyebrows to facially suggest a shrug, a sort of nonverbal "what's a girl to do?" seeking commiseration. "I don't suppose you have any... alternative payment schemes, do you?" She gave him a small smile to signal that she was game for whatever he had in mind.

Andy didn't answer right away. He looked down, scratched his butt, then glanced around the store to check whether any of the other customers were nearby. Once he had confirmed the conversation was private, he leaned close to her and said, "I have to close this place at 9:00 tonight. If you come here at 9:30 we might be able to work out something that makes us both happy."

Then he said, "Put on something nice. I like a girl in a skirt." He gave her a grimace that she presumed was meant as a meaningful leer. Erin tamped down her disgust and widened her smile while fighting the urge to pull away from him.

"I'll be there," she said, and then turned on her heel and quickly walked out of the store.

Throughout the day, Erin had to fight her growing reluctance to follow through on the plan. Could she maybe get a one-month supply? She probably had enough to cover that, if she limited her food intake to ramen and cottage cheese for the next few weeks. But she really wanted to get squared away with her estrogen so that she wouldn't have to worry about it for a while regardless of what happened with the restaurant.

On the other hand, Andy was gross! Was she really going to put her mouth on his penis just to satisfy her hormonal needs? By evening, she had once again sadly concluded that the answer to this was yes.

Erin began to dress at about 8:00 p. m., choosing her attire carefully. She started out with a nice, lacy, low-cut pair of panties and matching bra, both in black. Her junk was tucked and secured with flesh-colored tape. Before dealing with that, she had performed a quick douche, just in case things went in an unexpected direction. She was very much hoping that Andy would not demand to fuck her, but the possibility had to be considered. After she finished, she noticed some rawness, probably from too-frequent douching, so she rubbed some body lotion on her anus and pushed the finger inside to sooth the irritation.

Heeding Andy's demand, Erin selected a black ruffle skirt that came down just below the midpoint of her thighs, and matched it with a snug knit top with a scoop neck and horizontal black and white stripes. The stripes helped a bit to emphasize her limited bust. After considering some really cute stockings with vertical black stripes, she decided against wearing any stockings and went with bare legs--she had shaved the night before. She then put on a black velvet choker and selected a small clutch purse with a wrist loop and some black flats. She planned to walk to the pharmacy and did not want to challenge herself with heels. Mindful of the chill she had gotten that morning, she dug out a black leather bomber jacket that looked nice with her outfit. She brushed her hair with a side-part and put in a pretty black barrette to hold it.

At 9:05, she got too antsy to wait and started walking. It should not matter if she was a few minutes early, she thought--better early than late. On her way out of the building she ran into Darrell, who she had not seen since there encounter in his office. He said hello while giving her the once-over, nodding with approval. Erin imagined that he was fantasizing about getting another round of oral from her. That was not likely, although she had kind of enjoyed it.

As she covered the blocks leading to the pharmacy, Erin noticed that the streets were fairly deserted. This made her nervous--if she ran into trouble with someone, there would be no way to get help. She picked up her pace, wanting to get off the sidewalk as soon as possible. She arrived at around 9:15, so definitely early. The lights were on in the store, but she couldn't see anyone inside. She knocked on the entrance and waited for Andy to appear.

He showed up after a few minutes, looking extremely annoyed. He unlocked the door and stuck his head through. "You're too early!" he hissed. "There's still someone else here. Meet me at the back entrance in about 15 minutes" Then he pulled his head back in and spoke loudly for the benefit of whatever colleague was in the store with him. "No, I'm sorry. We closed at 9:00 and I can't allow you in. Please come back tomorrow." Then he ostentatiously shut the door.

Dismayed, Erin looked around for a place to wait--maybe a coffee shop or even a fast-food place. All she saw was a convenience store, so she walked over and went in to get out of the cold. She killed some time looking at snacks and magazines, and finally went ahead and bought a small container of ibuprofen for her purse, just to avoid having the cashier yell at her for loitering.

Erin checked the time: it was 9:28. She walked past the drugstore and turned down a side alley. At the end it turned and she saw an older sedan parked behind the store. She went to the back door and knocked quietly. Almost immediately it opened and Andy motioned her in.

She walked into a back room containing boxes of various items sold in the store: over-the-counter medications, sanitary napkins, personal care products, etc. There was a desk in one corner with an old computer, and a battered couch against one wall. It was not a glamorous spot, be she guessed that this was where whatever was planned would take place.

Once he had closed and locked the door, Andy spun around and started yelling at her. "You stupid little BITCH!" he shouted. "I told you to show up at 9:30 and you come fifteen minutes early. Do you have any idea what kind of trouble that could have caused?"

He leaned close to her and she stepped back. Although Erin was tall for a woman, Andy was a good two inches taller and much heavier, so he projected a lot of mass. He continued to move forward, forcing her back until she was against the edge of the desk.

"You're going to have to have a lesson in following directions," he said. Then he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around so that she was facing the desk, and then pushed her between her shoulder blades until her torso was at a right angle to her legs and her chest was against the top of the desk. She was panicking now: was he going to rape her right this moment?

Erin felt him flip up the back of her skirt so that it lay against the small of her back, exposing her behind. This seemed to confirm her worst fears, but then she felt a sharp slap against her buttocks, which provoked a spontaneous "Oww!" from her. He was spanking her!

The slaps continued and while they stung a bit, Erin found the whole situation of being paddled by an overweight, middle-aged man with an unfortunate mustache pretty ridiculous. She found herself needing to suppress a giggle at the silliness of the situation. Andy stopped spanking her and she relaxed a little bit. Then she heard a metallic sound, like two pieces of metal striking each other, followed by a rustling of something rubbing against fabric in a "snick-snick-snick" sound. After a moment, there came a whoosh followed by a loud snap that coincided with a burning pain on her bottom. Erin cried out and realized that Andy was now whipping her with his belt! The pain spread out from the site of impact, and then she heard another swish and again the belt landed, this time an inch or so lower. This one hurt even more.

Erin decided that enough was enough and put her hands under her body to push herselft upright. However, Andy had been expecting this. He set down his belt and grabbed each of her wrists in his hands. Although he was not very fit, he was much bigger than her and surprisingly strong. She could not break his grips. Then he transferred both her wrists to his left hand and pushed down with it against her back so that she was pinned against the desk. He picked up the belt and whipped her a third time.

Erin realized that there were tears leaking out of her eyes. The cumulative effect of the pain from the belt was now overriding her rational mind, and all she wanted was for it to stop. "No!" she cried out. "Please! Stop!" There was a catch to her voice--she was now actively crying and she could feel snot leaking out of her nostrils.

Andy did not stop. He continued swinging the belt, striking a little lower each time until he was working his way down the backs of Erin's thighs. She was still trying to tell him to stop, but her words were unclear from the uncontrolled sobbing. She had not felt pain like this in years, and in addition to the severe discomfort she was becoming scared.

Finally Andy stopped swinging the belt and dropped it to the floor. Although the ordeal had seemed to take hours, it had probably only been a minute or two. He let go of Erin's wrists and walked over to stand by the couch as her sniffling and sobbing died down. "Now that your ass is nice and red, maybe you'll remember to do as you're told," he said. "Get over here and kneel in front of me."

So this was it, Erin thought. He was going to make her suck his dick. That was kind of what she had expected, though the whipping had not been part of the equation. She stood up, wiped her nose, and walked gingerly over to him, her buttocks and upper thighs still burning intensely, then carefully got down on her knees.

"Take off my pants," he continued. She undid the top and unzipped them. As she did so, she clearly saw the large bulge of his erection straining against his pants and the underwear beneath. It occurred to Erin that whipping her with his belt had made Andy extremely aroused. Just as she had thought--he was a sicko.

She first slid his pants down his legs and off his feet, then did the same for his too-tight briefs. A fully erect penis sprang out at her, already wet with precum. Erin noticed a few things as Andy's crotch came into view. First, his cock was not that long, maybe five inches or a bit more. However, it was extremely thick, and he was circumcised. His scrotum hung down lower than she was used to--was that something that happened to men as they got older? Finally, she took note of the fact that his pubic hair was shaved off, which she thought was weird. Maybe he did that to make his dick look longer?

Kneeling in front of Andy, Erin found his hard-on at eye level. She sat up straighter so that she was looking at his belly and the end of his cock was pointing at her chin. She assumed that he would tell her to start sucking him, but instead he plopped down on the couch and told her to take off her shoes, top, and skirt. She was allowed to keep her panties, bra, and choker on.

Sliding off her skirt was particularly painful as the fabric brushed against the welts on her behind. Once she had taken her clothes off, Andy said, "OK, come over here and start sucking."

Steeling herself, Erin dropped to her knees again between Andy's legs, which were spread apart to make room for her. She tried to be careful to keep her buttocks raised so that they did not brush against her calves--it was a constant battle not to be completely distracted by the burning sensation left over from the strapping he had given her. Gingerly, she reached out with both hands, one taking hold of the shaft of his dick and the other gently massaging his pendulous balls. She was mildly repulsed by these sensations, but knew that she had to be fully committed now.

Slowly she leaned over to bring her face towards his crotch. She could smell a variety of odors, none of them pleasant. Forcing herself to ignore them, she touched her lips to the tip of his penis. The precum oozing out coated the outside of her lips as she ran them side to side. Then she turned her head and ran her now slippery lips down the length of his shaft. Finally, she stuck out her tongue and began licking it. Andy seemed to enjoy these attentions, stroking her hair as she worked on him.

"Don't forget the balls," he said suddenly. Erin realized he expected her to suck on his scrotum, which she was not very excited about. Nevertheless, she did as he instructed, taking first one testicle and then the other into her mouth and gently tonguing it. Then she tried to take the whole thing in. It filled her mouth and she experienced a sharp and unpleasant flavor.

As quickly as she could reasonably do so, she took Andy's scrotum out of her mouth and gratefully returned to his cock. Now she slid her lips over the end and began to inch her way downward. The unusual girth of his erection forced her to open her jaws wider than she was used to, but soon she had at least four inches in her mouth with the head pressing against her uvula.

"Look up, sweetheart," Andy said. Erin tipped her head so that she could see him, and discovered that he was holding his phone and photographing her! She slid her mouth off him and protested.

"I don't want any pictures," she demanded.

"Aww, but you look so cute with a dick in your mouth," he replied. When Erin continued to complain, he shrugged and said, "OK, if you want to stop that's up to you. But then I'm not giving you that estrogen." He had her over a barrel. The photos concerned her. If he wanted to he could post them on Porn Hub or somewhere else, and who knew who might see them and recognize her? Reluctantly, she got back to work.

Erin was not sure whether she would be able to deep-throat him and get all the way down to the root, but she was resolved to try. She did not want to give him grounds to complain and perhaps deny her the hormones she was counting on. With some effort, she managed to force the thick head of Andy's cock into her throat and her lips touched his belly and scrotum. She felt his hand on the back of her head, and he held her there when she tried to rise back up. Unable to breath, she began to panic and started hitting her open hands against his thighs. Finally he removed his hand from her head and let her pull up and gasp for breath. She was growing more concerned about the brutal way he was treating her. Had she put herself in genuine peril?

Erin was about to once again slide Andy's dick into her mouth when he stopped her with his hand. "I always like a good blow job," he said. "But for three months of estrogen, I want to see that cute little ass riding my pole."

Erin's heart sank. She had hoped to get out of there without being fucked, but of course he was going to insist on it. She was not happy about letting him penetrate her, especially given the girth of his cock. But she was too far in now to turn back. She had to see it through to the end and get what she had come for.

"Do you have some lube?" Erin asked.

"Nope," Andy replied, smirking.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "You've got a whole shelf of it out in the store."

"Well, if you want to use that you'll have to pay for it," he replied with a leer. He knew full well that she was short of funds--it was why she was currently kneeling in front of him in her underwear.

"You know I can't afford that," she said.

"Then you better get me good and wet," he replied, and leaned back with his hands behind his head.

Erin spent the next few minutes coating Andy's dick with as much saliva as she could produce. Then she licked her fingers, gently pulled the elastic waistband of her panties out to make room for her hand, and pushed her fingers into her anus. She could feel the residue of lotion from earlier, and thanked the heavens that she had put that on before going out.

Erin started to slide off her panties, but Andy stopped her. "No, you can leave them on," he said. "We'll just pull them out of the way." She guessed that he preferred not to see her tucked junk so that he could pretend he was butt fucking a girl.

She turned around so that she was facing away from him and started carefully lowering her crotch toward his erection. Andy whistled approvingly and told her she would have a red ass for several days. As she got close, she reached between her legs with her right hand and found his cock. Then she reached behind her back and pulled the crotch part of her panties to the side, exposing her dripping butthole. She let herself drop another inch and felt the cold, wet head of his cock touch her crack. Even that little brush against her buttocks amplified the pain from the welts, and she gasped involuntarily. She heard Andy chuckle.

Now Erin resolved to get down to business. She dreaded trying to fit his fat cock inside her, but it had to be done. Her legs were bent as if she were doing squats at the gym, and carefully holding apart her butt cheeks she let herself drop further until she could feel the tip of his dick pressing against her anus. She continued to steady his dick with her right hand and moved her left hand to his knee to help prop herself up. Then she dropped another fraction of an inch and felt her asshole being pushed open by the intruding head of Andy's dick. So far there was no pain, apart from the ongoing burning from the strapping he had given her.

She dropped another half inch and now there was resistance. She began to feel sharp stabs of pain as her anus stretched. Erin bit her lip and kept going. Another half inch and now she could only think about the stabbing pain from her butthole. How would she ever manage to accommodate this cock?

She paused to let herself gather her wits, and even lifted up ever so slightly to lessen the pressure. Then she let herself drop a little further than before and felt Andy's dick go in further. The pain increased accordingly and she let out a little whimper that she could not contain.

"Heh, heh, not used to having a fat cock in there, huh?" Andy chuckled. Erin didn't answer. She was focused only on getting past this difficult insertion.

This process continued slowly, with Erin periodically having to pull back up before pushing downward to take more of Andy's cock into her anus. The pain from the stretching had completely superseded that from the belting, moving the burning sensation that had formerly been so intense into the background. Eventually the whole head pushed into her anal canal, and Erin gave a gasp of surprise and relief. The worst was over. She wished she had been able to lube herself up first--that would have made things much easier.

Now Erin began to push further, and soon she was able to let go of Andy's penis and use both hands to steady herself. She dropped progressively lower, and eventually was able to feel his lap against her sore butt. She rose back up and started "riding his pole," as he had said earlier. Andy was clearly enjoying himself. He encouraged her, and gave her instructions to speed up or slow down in her movements. She could tell that the saliva was beginning to dry up, and the friction was increasing. She hoped that this meant that Andy would orgasm that much sooner.

Erin was beginning to breath hard from the exertion, and Andy was grunting with excitement and starting to thrust himself against her as she came down. This contact hurt her sore bottom, but she tried to tune it out. She knew that he was getting closer and closer, and this was what she held onto as the ordeal continued--it would be over soon enough. One thing that Erin knew for sure was that she was not deriving any pleasure from the intercourse. It was just unpleasant work.

Or was it? Now that she stretching was no longer happening, she became aware of a pleasant feeing inside her rectum, presumably due to Andy's cock rubbing against her prostate. Furthermore, her clit had become slightly engorged and was straining against the tape. Erin could periodically feel the tip brush against the shaft of Andy's dick as she slid up and down its length. This also felt good. Against all reason, she was beginning to experience pleasure and arousal, and she felt both excited and embarrassed. She began to make little vocalizations as she bobbed up and down. She doubted that she would come, but it was still kind of enjoyable.

Suddenly, Andy put his hands on Erin's waist, holding her tightly and beginning to thrust violently. Every time his body came against hers, there was a loud slapping sound and the burning sensation from her whipping would momentarily amplify. This would provoke her to cry out from the pain. Andy's movements became less coordinated and he was beginning to gasp, then suddenly he jammed himself as far into her as he could get, and she felt the warmth of his ejaculation inside her rectum.

Andy slowly relaxed back into the couch and Erin let herself sink with him, still fully impaled. After a minute he had caught his breath and said, "I can tell you like having my dick inside you, don't you?" When Erin didn't answer right away he slapped her buttock, provoking a yelp of pain. "I asked you a question," he said.

"Yes, I like it," she answered, hating herself for caving so quickly.

"Well, if you like it that much you can come around again and I'll fuck you right," Andy said. "This one was just a quickie." Erin again didn't answer. Instead, she carefully started raising her bottom and sliding herself off of his cock. Fortunately it was beginning to soften, and this made it easy to squeeze it out of her ass. She gave a sigh of relief when she was free of it and felt the crotch of her panties slide back into place.

Erin stood up, and then Andy got up off the couch and walked toward the desk. He was still naked from the waist down, and Erin had to acknowledge that it was not a very pretty sight. She had fucked this guy. That's how far down she had slipped. Something had to change.

She began to pull her clothes back on, taking care with the skirt as she fit it over her behind. Andy walked back over from the desk holding a plastic bag. He handed it to Erin and she looked quickly inside. As she had hoped, it contained a large bottle of estradiol pills--enough for several months.

"Thank you," she said. Then she put on her shoes and leather jacket and went to the back door.

"Come back any time," Andy said with a smirk. Erin didn't dignify this with an answer. She walked through the door and let it slam behind her. She walked back up the alley to the street and turned to walk back to her apartment. It occurred to her that it was now fairly late, and she wondered how safe it was to walk. Unfortunately, there was no convenient bus connecting her current location with her home, and anyway any busses would not be running very often this late at night. Furthermore, she was pretty sure that she did not want to sit down right now, given the welts on her ass. She would just have to chance it.

As she walked, Erin realized that she could not go as quickly as she would have liked, due to her sore asshole. She moderated her pace and just tried to cover the ground as best she could, momentarily stopping to get out a couple of the ibuprofen she had bought at the convenience store and dry-swallow them. As she continued to walk she felt a cold wetness between her legs and on her tucked genitals. Andy's cum must be leaking out of her ass and collecting in her panties. That was just great--what else could go wrong.

After a few blocks, Erin discovered what else could go wrong. The semen, which seemed to be copious, had become more liquid than its initial gelatinous state and was leaking out the leg openings of her panties. She could feel wetness coating the insides of her thighs as it began to ooze down her legs. She would have liked to stop and fish a tissue out of her purse to wipe it up, but she was standing on a public street. Even though no one was around, someone could be watching her. Gritting her teeth, she pushed ahead while looking for a semi-private area that would allow her to wipe away at least some of the cum. She wasn't sure whether or not it was her imagination, but she thought that she could smell it, and this began a new round of worries in case she passed closely enough to someone that they could catch a whiff.

It turned out that there was no place suitable for her to stop and deal with her issue, and soon she could see her apartment building. Now she just had to get into her unit without having to interact with anyone. She walked in the front door and turned toward the corridor leading to her apartment. As she passed the office, the door opened and Darrell stuck his head out.

"Hey Erin, everything all right?" he asked.

"Oh!" she said, trying to think quickly. "Uhh, everything's fine, but I need to use the bathroom!" She kind of shrugged and turned back towards her place.

"OK," he said. "Don't forget about the rent."

"I won't," she replied over her shoulder, trying to hurry towards her door. Only after she got inside and looked at herself in the mirror did it occur to Erin that Darrell must have noticed the mascara that had run on her cheeks from her tears that had come out while Andy was using the belt on her. She looked like a mess, though kind of a hot mess she had to admit.