Hardly

Vyki shudders as she steps outside telling herself it was because of the shame of what she just did, but the incessant pushing of the vibrations with every step out to her car. Finally made it out there, she opened the tank, picked up the nozzle, put it in the tank, and pressed the button to start, but nothing happened. She put the nozzle back and tried again, but still got nothing. Reading the display, it said input payment or see cashier.

Frustrated she turned around and held up the nozzle to the attendant, obviously watching her. The man slid open his little window and shouted out, “turn around and show me that ass to start it." Vyki looked at him with total shock that he actually meant that. He just stood there and indicated to turn around with his finger.

Completely frustrated, Vyki stomped her heel and grunted. Kicking herself at how much she looked & sounded like a petulant child with her voice like this. However, at this point in time, she just wanted to get home and if this was what it took after what she did, it seemed like it shouldn’t be that much more, but still it seemed like another step too far. Looking down at herself in the reflection of her car window, she said to herself, ‘Fuck it! Just do it, bitch!’ Tossing her head back and putting the nozzle away. Stepping behind the car she turned around and lifted up the back of her skirt exposing her thong encased ass.

She barely felt the skirt hit her ass as she heard the guy let out a wolf whistle before the Vadget assaulted her again. <BUZZZZZZZZZ> She tried to keep her composure as she leaned on the car. Hearing another vehicle pull up to the other side of the pumps, she tried to fight back a moan under the continued assualt as she heard their door open hoping they would ignore her.

Vyki’s hopes were quickly dashed as she felt someone push her shoulder back, turning her to face him. She wasn’t expecting that and nearly lost her balance grasping the stranger to keep from toppling over. All this oddity also caused her to lose focus on keeping back the moan as it escaped her lips, panting and flush, she finally was able to focus at the young many before her. Barely able to squeak out a little girl, “sorry.” She felt even more embarrassed but outrageously aroused and unable to think straight either.

Looking down at her chest the young man read her shirt, “cumslut, huh?” <BUZZ>

Vyki couldn’t stop the moan and could only let out a confused, “wha?”

“You’re tits <BUZZ> say you’re a cumslut?” <BUZZZ> the guy asked.

Vyki was quickly getting lost in her hormones and just moaned out, “Yes, Sir.” <BUZZ>

She didn’t have time to question why she was going so polite as the young man proceeded to kiss her open mouth while her appliance seemed to be doing some sort of wave while she heard a distant whooping while she kissed her partner while her crotch got close to the edge.

Hearing the pump nozzle go back in its holder the young man broke his kiss from the random bimbo looking back to his friend with a question look. “Dude, the skank <BUZZ> only had $5 in gas,” the friend explained to the guy holding up Vyki as she was lost in all focus.

“Whatever,” the guy said releasing Vyki to let her fall against her car. “It’ll be enough to get us to the party.” Getting into the driver seat of his car, Vyki could barely hear him say, “I am not missing Julie at this one. You realized bailing you idiots out missed me seeing her in a slutty nurse outfit. That bitch was not worth $5.”

Hearing the other car pull away, Vyki was able to come to enough sense to finally process what they were saying. Stumbling over to the gas pump, she shoved into the gas tank only to see it flash “Prepaid Limit Reach” as it read $5.00.

Vyki screamed out “FUUUUUUCK!!!” at the top of her little girl voice as she broke down and curled into a ball next to her tire. She started to sniffle a little and felt a <zap> of electricity to her cock. Whimpering tears, she felt an even sharper <ZAAAP> and adrenaline washed through her body as she sniffed back the tears and let out another girly grunt.

Realization of being back where she was with no gas, in the middle of nowhere, no money, and no phone, she screamed her despair into the air. Finally taking a moment to breath, she felt a sticky, pasty feeling in her mouth and her inner voice reminder her, ‘not exactly where you were before.’

A synical part of her mind also felt the need to point out to her pointed out if she had just blown the manager for $20, she could have just paid the owner here and been home by now. “Shut up,” she said outload to herself. ‘Wonder if he would still do it if I walked back over there?’ the voice said. ‘Nah, word that you’re only a $5 whore has probably already gotten around.’ The absurdity of that possibility and the fact it was her own head caused her to tear up again only to be <ZAP>’d for crying out loud.

Her brain finally reminded her that the owner probably saw the whole thing. She’d just go plead her case with him. Get him to give her a gallon of gas and she’ll be on her way. Standing up from the ground and dusting herself, she reached into the car and grabbed another tissue to wipe away her tears. Feeling the gritty dust from where she collapsed, she took another tissue and dusted off her ass.

Taking a deep breath, she turned and seeing the owner looking at her she strutted back in watching the ground in front of her trying to ignore the effect of every click of her heels. Reaching the door, she pulled it open, the bells echoing in her ear, not even paying attention to her skirt anymore as she stepped into the owner’s realm again.