"I'll take a blowjob..."

"I'll take a blowjob from that pretty little whore-mouth of yours," he sneered, taking out a bill and handing it to her. She barely got to check that it was a twenty before he pulled her back into the darkened back-section of the bus depot and shoved her to her knees.

Bria's hands automatically unzipped him, fishing out a smallish cock. She found herself feeling thankful that it was at least clean as she fisted it a few times before leaning forward to lick up and down its length.

The man moaned in pleasure, leaning against the wall and letting her do all the work. As her tongue reached the base her fingers held his hardening cock up, giving her easy access to his hairy balls. She licked first one, then the other before resuming her journey back to the tip of his penis.

"Oh yeah, lick it. Take it your mouth."

Bria gave the crown of his cock a couple of licks before settling her lips atop the head. Soon she was bobbing her head slowly up and down, further with each stroke. It didn't take long for him to reach her throat and her pace increased.

"Oh Christ you're good. I don't know why you don't ask much for your other sevices and I don't give a damn you suck so good."

Bria's mind wandered, her lips on auto-pilot as she thought about what he said. Was she under-charging? What should she ask for the next time? She froze. Next time?

"Come on damn it, suck!" He urged, cuffing the side of her head slightly and she resumed her bobbing.

Thirty to fuck, forty for her ass? Or could she go even higher than that? Maybe she could charge 25 for a blow or 30/40/50?

Bria was so immersed in pricing herself that she never noticed the man's groaned becoming more and more frantic. Finally he gasped loudly and cum spurted from his cock, startling Bria who swallowed automatically.

"Christ," he gasped, pulling out at last. "Twenty bucks was a bargain for that," he told her, giving her another ten after he'd tucked himself away. "If you're around here often I'll be looking for you," he said before turning and leaving.

Bria stared after him, on her knees still as she lowered her eyes to the thirty dollars she'd just made. Now she surely had enough money for a taxi, but thinking of going home reminded her of Raoul and the rent she owed. She'd just made forty-five dollars, and if she'd charged what she should've she'd have made a lot more.

Never much good at math she still knew that she could probably earn the rent in no time if she kept this up. Maybe even get herself some better clothes to impress the producers and directors.