Get a BJ

Josh breathed out, like a paratrooper on the edge of the chopper. "Alright then."

Squeak, went the chair. Josh stood up and unzipped his pants carefully.

"Ah-ah," one hand raised in the air. Then, his fit girlfriend turned her palm upward to face the ceiling. "Show me the money first, big boy."

This was still uncanny behavior. She was not joking. She was serious. Pulling out his wallet, Josh withdrew a five dollar bill. Then he took out two quarters. He set them on the table and looked back at his lithe mate. Sure enough, Sara smiled, uncrossed her legs, and made her way over to him, kneeling in front of his now unzipped crotch. She situated her hand in front of her face.

"It's not that I don't trust you," she assured, feeling up and down his cock. She gripped it tightly, kissing the tip with her lips. "It's just that I don't want the taste of cum in my mouth for the next hour for nothing, you know."

"Yeah."

"Sure if you get me the five bucks later, it's still five bucks, but it ruins the point."

Josh murmured another indistinct reply, his dick harder than the table it was adjacent to.

"Anyways," Sara quickly pulled up her hair, "enough talk."

Then the brunette plunged the penis into her mouth not a second later, and Josh nearly let out a wheezy groan. It felt very good, better than any blowjob she'd conducted in the past -- or at least, that he could recall. Even for five bucks, this was stellar.

"Crap!" Josh's breath sharpened. Only a few minutes had passed, but the stimulating scenario left him beyond sensitive; his girlfriend, acting like some cheap slut. "I'm... cumming!"

At the announcement, his dick was promptly exposed to air. Sara's mouth had plopped off his shaft, and she stroked it rapidly. Josh pushed his hand against his hip.

"Alright babe, you know the deal," Sara began explaining below. "If you want it on my face or for me to swallow, then..." Quickly, she thought, making some calculations. "That'll be 5 extra bucks."

"Fine, deal!" Josh said, and he took out another five to place on the table.

Sara looked at the money with an upturned lip. Impishly she looked back at her boyfriend. "Alright. That works for me." Then, game, she asks, "So where do you want it?"