Carol sighed inwardly and then turned to look at the man staring at her tits in the store.
“Do you like my tits? If you’d like to get a better look at them we could go back to my place.” she offered and then smiled.
“Ah… what… oh sorry… no… I’m married.” the man replied in shock and then quickly shuffled away.
“I don’t mind…” she called after him but he was around the corner and gone as quickly as he could without actually running.
This time she sighed outwardly, but continued shopping. This wasn’t an uncommon experience for her, hence why her cart was overflowing with groceries, she only left her apartment when she needed to.
She’d tried to use grocery delivery service, and they worked for emergencies, but if she didn’t go out in public at least every two weeks… well, things got bad.
Suddenly her phone buzzed and she pulled it out of her purse, there was an emergency alert displayed on it:
"Alert: SlutMaker attacking downtown MetroRail station, all civilians should evacuate immediately!"Carol rolled her eyes, if only she’d obeyed the alert on the day she’d been in the vicinity of his attack. Fortunately today, she was no where near downtown so she could finish up her shopping and get back to her apartment, meaning she wouldn’t have to come out a second time this week.
She looked up and saw several people hurry to the checkout and leave in an abundance of caution.
SlutMaker was no joke, that was for sure. She’d only caught the edge of the blast that he’d set off, so she hadn’t gone full slut, but even so. She couldn’t leave her apartment without wearing revealing clothing, she masturbated at least three times a day, if anyone, and she meant anyone, looked at her body in an obvious sexual way she had was compelled to offer herself to them.
It usually meant that on a trip outside that she brought someone back with her, fucked them senseless, orgasmed a dozen times, and then kicked them out. It always felt amazing during, and even after, the fact, but it also brought her back to a semblance of normalcy for a few days.
By the time she got up to the checkout there was no one else in the store except the cashier, “Hey Carol.” the cashier said as she started unloading her cart.
“Hey Nancy.” she replied.
“Looks like you lucked out today.” the older woman continued.
“Yeah… I guess.” she replied as she continued unloading.
Nancy, like most people these past few months, had grown accustomed to seeing SlutMaker’s victims in normal every day situations. Most had the good sense to ignore the obvious and let them get on with their lives, there were a few like the man from earlier that either couldn’t or didn’t.
“That will be $639.43.” Nancy said as she scanned the last item.
Carol pulled out her credit card and swiped it, packed up her groceries and headed home.
There were few people on the street, so she managed to get back without running into anyone, which was both good and bad. Good as she didn’t have to spend the rest of the day fucking some random guy, or girl, that she’d never met before. Bad because she wasn’t going to get fucked, and well, that meant it would be a frustrating couple of weeks before she went shopping again.
At least she could get some work done, so she put her groceries away and headed into the bedroom where her streaming setup was ready and waiting for her.
She walked over to the laptop on her dresser and pulled up her live stream site and sent out an announcement:
"SlutMaker's Mistake is going live it 20 minutes! Come see how much of a slut she still is even with dodging the worst of the effects of his attack!"She hit send and made a beeline for her closet to get changed. As she did she heard several people join the live stream and a smile crossed her lips.
She was one of the lucky ones, most of SlutMaker’s victims were little more than giggling sluts that latched on to the first man they saw and stuck with them no matter what. The were only a few like her that had maintained the majority of their faculties and she’d parlayed that into a very lucrative online adult persona.
She looked over to the dresser where the laptop was a scanned over the large collection of toys beside it. The large pink dildo was going to be first, but none of them would have been as good as a real dick in her bed.
She walked over grabbed the dildo and headed to the bed, then waited and watched as the countdown on the laptop flashed lower and lower until switching to a video of her smiling face with the dildo beside it.
