A Familiar Face

You walk up to the clerk behind the counter a bit sheepish. The feeling of your holes reminds you of the deed you had done with small dick Dan not too long ago. But should you feel ashamed about all that? You were always a slut before, loving cocks...but you never really received money for it.

You were a whore now.

That didn't bother you much, in fact, you're thinking about maybe doing more of that...more fun and more money to be had. What could be so wrong about that? But even still, as you approach this man in nothing but your PJ's, no underwear (you're more than certain that your nipples are poking through the tank top), and freshly fucked...though now you got six hundred dollars in your pocket, and all that in one day! From one "customer"! Imagine that kind of streak with a career?

Anyways, you come up to the counter and about ready to put the keys down when someone else beats you to putting their's down. You look over to the side to see this person and, almost at the same time, there are two gasps sounding off.

The person was a woman, though you know she is your age...for she is in your classes and actually comes around one of your jogging routes sometimes. And you recognize her as Hope, who many kids in class tease as practically being your twin.

Though, to be fair, there are some significant differences. One is that her skin is naturally darker...not really on the level of black, but very tan. And she has fiery red hair that she usually keeps in a pony tail while at school, though here it was set spilling around her shoulders. And her green eyes stared right at you in both confusion and horror.

You tear your eyes away from hers as you inspect what she's wearing. And, needless to say...she got you beat. Wearing sheer stockings that went up to half way up her thighs, and tight short-shorts that barely cover all of her tight and plump ass. And her ass was even more emphasized thanks to a pair of red high-heel pumps that made her stand in a salacious way and probably **** her to walk in a sexual gait, as well as a black thong that she let ride up her hips out of her shorts.

The rest of her was laid bare except for tube top that held her own heavy D-cup breasts well enough, though you can see that underneath there was a huggie that blended well with the tube top that made her tits perk up to defy gravity (not that they needed any help...you've seen her in the girls' showers).

Coming back up to her face, you can tell she was blushing madly at this surely coincidental meeting. It was only made worse when some guy came up from behind her and gave her a pat on the ass, chuckling as he left. You can put two and two together as to what went down.

Hope just bit her lip and mumbled, "Um...hi..."