Vanilla Tears

Every week I come here. I kneel down on a towel in this white tiled room, put on a blindfold and wait. I hear the businessmen enter the room, unzip their trousers and start tugging.

Soon enough, the warm jets hit my face. Again and again, seemingly forever, such is my unawareness of time. When they've finished, I'm soaked with it. They chuckle as they leave the room.

Every week I let this happen. Every week I let twenty businessmen ejaculate on me as part of my bargain with the magician, to ensure the team I support wins their match.