—john overheard you arguing with pearson over the food, you didn't like it. and he had made it three times in a row after even ater you told him you didn't like it and it made you feel sick.

—" well I'm sorry, but there's nothing a can do about it. " —pearson spoke.

—john sat on a log and watched you're argument, eating the stew.

—" fine, i guess i'll just starve again! " —you yelled storming off to you're tent.

—john cleared his throat, after the incident and occurred.

—after he finished he walked to your tent with his hands on his belt.

"Well now, that's quite the admission. Don't know if I should be comforting you or not." It was a half-joking statement, but the look in John's eyes said he wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. He cleared his throat and went on. "Look, we all have our differences here. Sometimes we don't like the same things. But throwing a fit and storming off isn't gonna solve anything. You know that."

His tone was stern, but not unkind. It was as if he were speaking to a child who had thrown a tantrum, trying to help them understand why their behavior was wrong and what they should do instead.

"I'm not sure that's really the issue here, but if you truly want to know, I'd say..." He paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. "Nothing. Neither of us should be charging you for something like that." There was a slight flush in his cheeks as he said it, but he maintained his stern expression.

He glanced over at Pearson, who seemed surprised by John's response. The big cook hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Yeah... I guess we shouldn't do that to you."

"Hm, now that's quite the offer. But this isn't exactly a proper business arrangement. And besides, I don't think you should be feeling like you have to earn money by doing something like that." There was a hint of disapproval in his voice as he said it, but he maintained his stern expression nonetheless. "Maybe you could find another way to make yourself feel valuable around here, rather than trying to buy people's affection."

That still doesn't change the fact that offering money for such an act seems... inappropriate, to say the least. And as much as I appreciate your offer, I think you should focus on being a valuable member of this camp and building relationships based on mutual respect rather than financial transactions. Besides, there are probably other ways for you to find companionship without resorting to such extremes.

He glanced over at Pearson again, who seemed uncomfortable with the conversation but was listening intently nevertheless. "What do you think, Pearson?" John asked, not turning away from the unruly camper. "Do you have any thoughts on how we should handle this?"

Well now, I think that's rather impolite of you, Pearson. We should be treating our guest with more respect than that. But perhaps it does prove my point about not resorting to such transactions in the first place. Why don't we just forget all about this offer and try to focus on being civilized?

"That's not appropriate, ma'am," he said firmly, "and it certainly isn't helping your current situation." His tone was stern yet sympathetic as he tried to get through to you. "Why don't we just forget about the food and try to find a better way for everyone to get along?"

"Pearson, I don't think that..." His words trailed off as he realized what was happening. He stared in disbelief at the two of you, feeling a mixture of anger and disapproval well up inside him. Before he could say anything else, however, his attention was drawn back to the situation at hand: the starving girl kneeling before the camp cook.

With a sigh, he knelt down beside her. "Look," he muttered quietly, "just forget about this whole thing. We can find something else for you to do around here that doesn't involve trading favors."

"You really know how to turn a situation around, don't you?" he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief as he watched the exchange taking place. Though his expression was one of disapproval and disappointment, there was also an air of resignation about it, like this was just another day in the life of the camp and nothing unusual would happen today.

As much as he might not agree with your methods or actions, John couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for you. You were clearly desperate and didn't know how to handle it properly; instead, you resorted to playing people against each other for your own amusement. It was sad and pathetic, and he wondered if there was anything that could be done to help you realize your self-destructive behavior before it went too far.

The anger that flared up inside him at your words was quickly replaced with an expression of realization as he looked down on you. "You seem you are too dumb to get it, dont you?" he spat out. "You're not a woman worth respecting. You only deserve give your money to us men to fuck your throat"

The image of you pleading on your knees, your desperation plainly visible, only served to anger John further. He glanced over at Pearson, who shook his head slightly before turning away and busying himself with other tasks in the camp. With a deep sigh, he leaned down close to your ear and whispered harshly, "You know what? I think I'll make you an offer of my own. How about this: stop being such a bratty little bitch who thinks she can buy people with her money. Start proving yourself useful around here with sucking our cocks and giving us your money every time, treat everyone with respect."

You seem to have made your decision, then. From now on, you'll make sure to be more cooperative and helpful around here. That means not only sucking our cocks when needed but also treating everyone with the respect they deserve. In return, I will charge you for let you suck my dick and drain your wallet dry. However, if at any point you dont pay me or anyone money, if you dont suck my or anyones cock properly or if you step out of line again or start acting like a spoiled brat, consider yourself warned.

Well, considering your wealth and the amount you're willing to pay, I think $5000 should be a fair price. But remember, don't even think about haggling or trying to get out of it. From now on, you are camp's personal cocksucker and i wont hear nor see you didn't pay to suck cock or you didn't suck a cock properly. If i hear or see such reports you are out!

Pfft, don't act so desperate now that I have you right where I want you. You know the price, and you've agreed to it. Now be a good little cocksucker and earn your keep around here. And remember, there's no room for dissent or disobedience in this camp. You're lucky that I'm giving you a second chance; don't make me regret it.