Bria gets on the bus, but this isn't the bus to the beach

"Oops! Looks like it's time for me to go!" she exclaimed in mock surprise as she picked up her things. With the bus right there she knew she didn't have time to put them back on, but since she'd been about to flaunt her body in front of crowds anyway she stepped onto the bus.

"Does this bus go to the beach?" she asked.

"You on or off?" the bus driver demanded.

"That depends on if this goes to the beach," she answered patiently, in too good of a mood to let one grouch ruin it for her.

"It doesn't. The 85 goes to the beach." the man said with a scowl.

"Well how do I get to the 85?" she asked, hands on her hips.

Even with the man provoking her she still unconsciously presented herself to the bus full of eyes watching her with interest. Without thinking about it she presented to them her long, succulent legs, her large, firm breasts, and her round, juicy ass.

"Look at a bus route," the man snarled. "Pay or get off, I've got a schedule!"

"And where would I find a bus route map?" she asked with **** patience, but still maintaining her beauty contestant poise and posture.

"There's one above the rear doors," the driver reluctantly told her. "But you have to pay to go behind the yellow line," he said, pointing down at the floor.

Bria allowed a slight frown to cross her features, but seeing that the passengers were starting to glare she sighed, making up her mind.