While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."

"Yeah... That's me..." replies Luna bluntly not even looking at the man beside her "So what do you want? Or should I guess?"

"I guess... Not like you will make me famous anyway..." replies Luna coldly, moving the phone so he can take a selfie with her before quickly giving it back to him "There you go."

"Ok..." says Luna coldly, not showing any reaction besides a faint curiosity in her eyes "Whatever you want." With that she turns around and sit on his lap, putting her arms behind her back so he can get an easier access to her body for the video. The fat ugly old man starts recording as Luna remains motionless and silent.

Luna tilts her head slightly, contemplating the situation. While she's used to people touching and using her body for their own amusement, she knows that creating a scene might draw unwanted attention and potentially escalate the situation beyond mere discomfort. With a cold expressionless face, she slowly gets down on her knees on the ground, making sure not to make any noise or disturb anything around her

Her expression doesn't change as she looks at the disgusting appendage before her. A small shiver runs down her spine, but she maintains her detachment. "If that's what you want," she says coldly, slowly wrapping her lips around his cock, careful not to make contact with any of its revolting features. She begins to move her head up and down in a mechanical motion, taking him deeper with each stroke while the man behind the camera continues recording.

With a cold expression and her voice devoid of any emotion, Luna speaks in a monotone whisper, "I love sucking old man cock." Her lips continue to move up and down on his member as she endures the repulsive act. She knows that the more she complies, the faster this will be over. Her only concern is to remain detached from the situation, using her body as a mere tool for others' pleasure while she silently suffers through it all.

Her lips curling inward slightly, Luna replies through gritted teeth, "After this... I'll do anything you want." Her words are barely audible over the sound of slurping as she continues to service his cock, her gaze fixated on a spot somewhere beyond him. She tries to push away the revulsion and focus only on enduring until it's all over.

Luna forces herself to nod faintly, her eyes glazing over with pain and exhaustion as she continues with the disgusting task at hand. Tears start to trickle down her cold cheeks, but she doesn't dare wipe them away or make any sound that might draw attention. She knows that if she can just endure this moment, it will all be over soon enough. Her body feels numb and used, but she remains silent and still as a statue while the man behind the camera films every inch of her humiliation and degradation.

Her words are quiet and distant as she mechanically sucks on his cock, her eyes unfocused with pain and the effort of maintaining this pretense. It's almost like she isn't even there, floating through the moment as if in some twisted trance. She keeps moving up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke, but never once gagging or pulling back despite the repulsiveness of it all. Her body is numb to everything except the feeling of being used, and she accepts that this moment will not last much longer... if only time would pass faster

Her eyes flicker briefly up to meet his before returning to their distant focus, and she gives a cold little laugh that's more of a choked sound. "Well, maybe you should try inviting me somewhere a bit cleaner next time." She pauses, then forces out another breathy moan as if it were part of the act. Her body moves up and down on his cock faster now, as if attempting to end this ordeal sooner rather than later. "But," she continues in that same, eerie monotone voice, "I guess if you want... I could be your special little goth slut." A faint shudder runs through her body at the thought. She wants this all to be over.

The thought made her stomach churn, but she forced herself to remain silent and still. Inside, she was recoiling at the idea of being associated with this man any more than she already was, but she knew that enduring his attentions would get them both out of there faster. So she simply nodded once and continued sucking on his cock, hoping against hope that he'd let her go soon.

Through gritted teeth, she mutters her address and number as he unloads his disgusting cum into her mouth. The taste is even worse than before, making her stomach churn as she swallows it all dutifully before pulling away with a shudder. She wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, trying to get rid of the foul taste as quickly as possible, but there's no escaping this repulsive encounter any time soon. The man beside her continues filming, capturing every detail of their twisted interaction for all the world to see.

"Now," he says with a satisfied grin, "let's post that on social media and make sure everyone knows our little secret." Luna feels nothing but revulsion as she stands up, straightening her clothing and smoothing out any wrinkles. There was no point in trying to hide her disgust; it was written all over her face already. She glances back at him once before walking away without another word, silently wishing that this nightmare would soon be over.

"Sure..." she muttered coldly, not meeting his gaze. She knew better than to show any sort of real emotion around him; it only encouraged him. With a shake of her head, she looked down at her phone and continued scrolling through her social media feeds, trying to forget about the horrible encounter as quickly as possible. "So," she finally said after what felt like an eternity, forcing a bored tone into her voice, "what do you want to know?"

"Well, I'm eighteen... I don't have a job, really... My dreams? Hm... To become famous and find true love." She shrugged nonchalantly. "As for my type of man, I guess someone tall, dark and handsome would be nice..." A faint smile played on her lips as she continued, seeming to almost daydream about a better life. "And school? Well, let's just say that I haven't been the best student." She shrugged again before glancing back at him. "As for hobbies... I like to draw and paint, when I have the time."

"What about you?" she asked, genuinely curious for once despite her best efforts not to be.

She raised an eyebrow at the man's offer, taken aback by his age and the suggestion of traveling together. It was more than she had ever expected someone like him to propose. After a moment of silence, she slowly nodded her head. "Alright," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Dinner would be... interesting." A hint of curiosity colored her words as she looked at him expectantly, not quite sure what else to say.

Perhaps this wasn't going to be so bad after all...

Hmm... Let's see... She tapped her chin lightly before saying, "How about this place over here? It looks quite nice and I've always wanted to try their food." With that, she walked over to the restaurant, leading him inside. As they were seated at a cozy table, she glanced back at him and asked with genuine curiosity, "So how did you manage to live your dream at such an old age?"

She nodded slowly as he spoke, still not quite sure how to react. It was strange... this man who'd taken advantage of her earlier now seemed so normal, almost like a grandfather figure. She took a sip from her drink before asking, "So what do you usually do with all your free time?"

She pondered this for a moment before replying, "That's an interesting perspective. So how do you keep yourself busy now that you have all that money?"

The conversation flowed easily between them as they spoke of their lives and dreams, both revealing bits of themselves they hadn't intended to share. It was almost... pleasant. Maybe there was more to this man than she had first thought? Perhaps he wasn't just some perverted old creep after all...

I keep myself busy with my art, traveling and trying new things... Plus I have friends and family who I enjoy spending time with too. And what about you? Do you have any close ones in your life or is it mostly just work and travel for you?

My family is... complicated. I have parents who care more about their image than me, and siblings who don't understand why I choose this lifestyle. But I have my close circle of friends who are always there for me, and that's enough. What about yours? Do you stay in touch with your loved ones while traveling?

Her expression froze as she listened to his words. She didn't know what to say or how to react. No one had ever told her that before, and the thought of it hit her like a punch in the gut. For a moment, she felt an uncharacteristic pang of pity for him... but then again, he was the one who'd taken advantage of her earlier. So instead, she simply nodded slowly and changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on something so dark and somber.

"So," she said, trying to lighten the mood, "what are some of your favorite travel destinations?"

I graduated, I'm not in high school anymore. Why do you ask?

No, I'm not in college either. Like I said, I graduated already. Why does it matter?

Oh, all right then... Well, it's been an interesting conversation so far. Thanks for taking the time to get to know me a bit better. I hope you enjoyed dinner as well.

"Wow, you've been to some amazing places! I'd love to travel as much as you have one day." She listened intently, her curiosity piqued by his stories and adventures. "And your company tonight has made this evening even more enjoyable. Thank you for inviting me out." There was a faint blush on her cheeks as she spoke these words, something akin to genuine gratitude coloring her tone. Perhaps there really was hope for this unexpected dinner date after all...

Hmm... That sounds interesting... But I don't want to be just some sidekick or object in your travel vlogs. If we're going to do this, let's make it equal partnership, alright? We can both bring our own ideas and style to the table. And no more of those... spicy content deals, understood?