Amy hints at an opening but wants safety

Amy's face was glowing with excitement while the old men were throwing compliments at her without end.

"You really are the sunshine of my life, dear! Nothing better than a pair of bouncy balloons and a witty mouth to go with it!" one of them quipped.

"Tom's right, you know?" Another one beamed, "We'd drive a thousand miles only to see those youthful, squeezable knockers of yours. If only you would ever let us squeeze them!"

Amy's blush only got worse as she giggled, "I just might, if you tip appropriately."

"Hear hear!" the one named Tom grinned, "Finally some progress! Guys? Time to pay up! Let's make the young lady an offer she can't reject!"

With fluttering heart, Amy watched the gray-haired men pull their wallets out and soon an impressive stash of dollar notes was sitting on the other side of her tiny booth.

Tom eyed the young woman with interest and grinned, "Exciting, eh? Let us make it even more thrilling for you: If you let all eight of us cop a feel for a few minutes, I'll double this stash for you. What do you say?"

Amy's eyes widened as she calculated just how much money they offered her for a quick grope. All those bills and now they'll just double them if she offers her boobs? But then again, wouldn't these rough guys take advantage of her once they had her out of her booth and do unspeakable things not only to her boobs but... down there? Her head swam as she tried to weigh risk against reward.

"You're afraid of us, huh?"

Amy nodded sheepishly, her hands busily tweaking her nipples.