8. How To Earn 100 Dollars

                                    

                                          
Dr.Who discharges me and tells me to come back next week for the surgery. I comply and then walk out of the hospital with Brad.
                          
"So we're back to the start", I say, "With no leads and no suspects. Ugh!"
                          
Brad stops picking his blunt fangs with a toothpick (or is that a small, sharp bone?) and says, "Barbara, I got a text message from someone while you were unconscious."
                          
"Huh?", I ask.
                          
He hands me his phone and I see a message from someone called HookerNo8 - "I'm gonna ride that rocket of yours like an astronaut! (A rocket sticker)"
In reply, Brad had texted - "Can't wait to go to space! (A winking emoji)"
                          
"Brad, what the hell is this?", I snarl.
                          
"Oh shit, not that message!", Brad says hurriedly as he snatches his phone, "The other one!" He hands back his phone to me and I see a text from a blocked number, "Give me 200 dollars or I'll send your photograph to the police."
                          
"Oh no!", I gasp. "He's blackmailing us!"
                          
I text - "Who are you?" - and hit send. A minute later, we get a reply.
                          
"Your worst nightmare."
                          
Suddenly, my whole body starts to tremble. I fall on the floor, convulsing, as a strong feeling of arousal hits my nether regions. "Barbara! Barbara!", I hear Brad shouting but I'm dizzy with lust. I guess this is the "arousal attack" that Dr.Who was talking about.
                          
"Brad", I moan, "Help me. . ."
                          
Brad quickly carries me to a secluded area behind some shrubs. "Do something... ", I whisper as I open and close my thighs, "- with your hand or tongue or - " The feeling intensifies and I feel a hot desire to feel something inside me. "Wait here!", Brad instructs and hurries away somewhere else.
                          
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING, YOU FUCKER? CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT I'M GOING THROUGH? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO HELP ME! WHERE ARE YOU, DUMBASS? GET YOUR FILTHY LITTLE DICK OVER HERE!
                          
But the screams inside my head didn't help at all. I am now writhing and moaning on the ground, clawing and tearing at my own clothes. Suddenly, I hear footsteps and a minute later, I see Brad hovering over me.
                          
"I'm sorry", he mutters and rips off my panties. I bite my lip as I wait in eager anticipation at what was going to happen next. My thicket of pubic hair springs out like a clump of small bushes and I see Brad's shocked face. "What are you staring at? You've seen it before. Now do it!", I urge.
                          
A second later, I feel a wet tongue licking at my entrance and I groan in pleasure. But then I see Brad's face still near me. Wait - WHAT? If Brad isn't eating my pussy, who is?
                          
Through the fog of pleasure, I look down and I see a small dog lapping between my legs! "AAAAHHHH!", I scream in both disgust and ecstasy as my juices comes bursting out of me like a small fountain. The dog licks every drop of it and then scurries away while I lie down in exhaustion and repulsion.
                          
"I can't believe you did that", I spit at Brad. He smiles sheepishly and replies, "I didn't do anything. It was the dog."
                          
"Shut up! You said you helped your brother, why didn't you help me? Why did you bring that dog? You could have done it yourself!"
                          
"Well, you're not my brother."
                          
Un-freaking-believable.
                          
# # #
                          
"Are you sure this is the place?," Brad asks uneasily.
                          
"Yes," I nod. It is midnight and we're standing outside an old, abandoned house with a packet containing 100 dollars in my hand. Brad had contributed 100 dollars by "borrowing" from his brother (I'm sure he forgot to ask while "borrowing") and I gave the remaining amount.
                          
"How did you manage to get 100 dollars?," he asks.
                          
"I earned it by giving blow-jobs to older men in the alley", I reply, "And I'm ashamed of it, so shut up."
                          
I leave the money in the doorstep of the creepy house as instructed by the anonymous blackmailer and we turn around. "Let's hide behind a tree and wait," Brad whispers. "But he specifically ordered us not to try to find out his identity!," I whisper back. "He won't know", Brad says and after a little hesitation, I agree.
                          
We rush quietly to the nearest tree and hide behind it, waiting for the blackmailer to come to take the money away. I kneel down and sniff the air. "Do you smell something?," I ask in whisper. Brad sniffs too and says, "Shit!"
                          
I look down and realize that I'm kneeling on a pile of brown shit! Yuck! "Shit!", I curse in disgust. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" I start jumping around and grab Brad's handkerchief. Before he could protest, I start wiping the shit from my knee. Eew!
                          
"Barbara, look!"
                          
"I don't want to look at that shit again, Brad!"
                          
"I'm not talking about the shit, idiot!," he says, "Look at the doorstep, the money's gone!"
                          
I look, and truly the money was gone from the doorstep.
                          
AAAARRRGGH!!!



                          
Any guesses as to who the blackmailer is? Comment below! :)
                          
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