Any t’ing is negotiable

“Alright honey,” Bill said, as he turned to me, “You said five hundred a head, and three a cock? But two-thousand for all five, right?”

I smiled and nodded, letting one hand drift down to tease the front of my skirt. “Yep. Two-thousand and we all get to play.”

“Well, here’s the thing,” the others were obviously letting him take the lead, “Seems to me, on a night like this you’re not too likely to find two men interested at that rate. How about a straight thousand for all of us?”

I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Up until five minutes ago, I would have cheerfully spent the next few hours fucking them for nothing. But now, with the idea in my head, they were going to pay; I wanted to see how much I was really worth as a whore.

Now, there was no way I going to letting them get away, no matter how much I ended up cutting my price. If they tried to leave, I could always agree to their last offer. Coming across as a **** and cheap little whore really might not be a bad thing.

Nevertheless, I was enjoying myself. It was chilly but I was excited. By my best guess, nine or ten guys had ended up in the locker room with Denise and I. The janitor, the guard, Bobby, and Damien added four more. Most of them had been in my face, although at least two different guys had fucked my cunt and Damien had plowed my ass. So, I had probably sucked off a dozen guys and been properly fucked by three others. Now I had five fresh cocks waiting to pound me, and I was reasonably sure most of them would be double dipping me.

I looked around. I was not an expert on men, yet, but it was reasonably clear to me that most men would cut off an arm to fuck me - all I had to do was choose. I had a fair appreciation of where these guys stood. Bill and John had made up their minds, this was just haggling for them. Frank hadn’t stopped eyeing me. Don was obviously unsettled by my proposed price, but I wasn’t sure whether it was the thought of paying or just paying that much. Chuck was fidgety, but no less fixated than Frank.

We were spread in a shallow arc on the street corner - Bill to my left and John next to him. Frank was a couple yards further. Don and Chuck were a bit to the right from my perspective as I leaned back against the traffic pole. My front was facing down that sidewalk but my head and shoulders were tilted towards Bill as we talked.

“Sweety,” I told him, “Two hundred apiece won’t even scratch the surface.” I arched my back and let a wicked, lazy smile cross my face. “You’re not paying for me, you’re paying for time. Two hundred might buy you ten, fifteen minutes tops. Less than fifteen-hundred won’t buy a gang-bang for anyone.”

What can I say? It had taken eighteen long years for me to find my niche. Now that I knew my role was that of an abused slut, I meant to make the most of it, including making sure that these guys paid as much as they could, for as much as I could give.

Frank, cut in, now, “What would five hundred get me? With you. Alone?”

I couldn’t resist. In my worst, Asian-hooker voice, “Every t’ing you want.”

John grinned at that, “Everything?”

“Every t’ing. Me sucky-sucky.” I was **** on giggles as I got out, “Me love you looonng time,” not that it wasn’t true, of course.

John's smile only got wider, “That’s got to be worth another fifty each.” Don’s eyes were bugging out of his head.

Flashing a grin at John, I stalked past Frank, giving him a flirty wink as I ran a finger across his chest, and strutted over to Don and Chuck.

I leaned into Don’s face and assured him, “Me horny. Me sooo HORNY.” He almost jumped out of his shoes when I cupped the front of his pants. I laughed as I spun away from him and leaned back against Chuck, who stiffened in more ways than one. I nestled against him, gently rocking back and forth against his crotch. It didn’t take much of this for my freshman mini-skirt to ride up over my ass.

I don’t think Chuck really noticed when he stopped standing there and started moving that stiffy across my cheeks, but I certainly did. It was rough and thick, and damn but it felt great running up and down my crack. I was pleased when his hand came up to cup my breast.

Then I slipped my hand between my legs and started stroking myself. Looking Don straight in the eye, I asked him, as lewdly as I could, “How about you? Want some?”

Negotiations went quickly at that point. We settled on a total of three-thousand, five hundred for now to midnight - the rest payable tomorrow. I was to report to this street corner at seven, and from sunset Saturday to sunrise Sunday I would be theirs to do with as they pleased.

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