Classmates

"that's none of your business" said the Karen "but yes, class of the 97" she continued, as she handed over the last of Vanessa's clothes to the mother.

"I remember like it was yesterday, in those times we had modesty, not like these tramps of today that fuck with anyone they meet" said the bony woman.

"Hey! I'm not-!" Vanessa started to protest, but the mother cut her shushed her off.

"there comes a client ," the mother said, her bony finger pointing towards a middle-aged man walking towards the lemonade stand. The man had a receding hairline and a bushy mustache, and his eyes seemed glued to Vanessa's nude breasts.

"say something" said the Karen and pinched Vanessa's butt making her yelp in pain.

"h-hello sir" said Vanessa "do you want lemonade?"

The man's eyes lingered on Vanessa's breasts, it took him some time to finally say "Ah, yes, lemonade. I'll take a cup, please." His voice was deep and raspy, and Vanessa felt a shiver run down her spine as he handed her a crumpled dollar

[bill.

As

](http://bill.As) she took the bill from him, the Karen pinched her butt again, making her yelp in pain. "Ow! Stop it!" Vanessa hissed, trying to rub the sore spot without drawing attention to herself.

"hurry up, we don't have all day" the mother repeated, her voice stern and commanding, as she snatched the dollar bill from Vanessa's hand and examined it briefly before stuffing it into her own pocket. The man's eyes, still fixed on Vanessa's breasts, seemed to gleam with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, his mustache twitching slightly as he licked his lips.

Vanessa, trying to maintain a semblance of composure despite the humiliation and discomfort, reached for the lemonade jug and began to pour a cup for the man. Her hands trembled, she was well aware that she had a full frontal view of her naked body, the heat of the day was making her sweat and her skin glistered.

The man's gaze never left her breasts, his eyes tracing the curves and contours of her body as if he was savoring every inch of her.

"Here you go, sir," Vanessa said, handing him the cup of lemonade. The man took it with a smirk, his eyes never leaving hers. "Thank you, young lady," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "I'll be sure to come back for more".

Vanessa cringed internally as something tell her worse things were coming.