Head back for the night shift (Suburban suck queen ending)

As you towel off and look at yourself in the mirror you have a revelation. You had always thought about becoming a nurse or even a doctor. Maybe a businesswoman. But if you can make 500 bucks in a morning doing something you enjoy, why should you limit yourself to conventional professions? After a brief nap you throw on a white tanktop that shows off your tits and a pair of old biking shorts that shows off your ass. No point getting dressed up if you're going to get all messy.

You walk back to the porno store at around four and Larry grins a yellowed, gapped tooth smile when he sees you return.

"Back for more?"

"Do we have a deal, Larry?" You ask, sternly.

"I don't know," he taps his lips with a finger. "Maybe we should go back into my office and discuss the new arrangement."

"If we have a deal," you put your hands on your hips, "I'll go back there."

"Yeah, yeah," he blusters and gets up from his stool behind the counter. "We have a deal."

You follow him into his office and drop to your knees between his legs. If anything, he smells worse than he did this morning and you can see the traces of your first visit drying on his hard cock. It's easier this time, you had a lot of practice and you know the rewards will be great. You close your lips around the sleazy porno store owner's prick and taste the salty remnants of his last load. You gulp him into your throat and bounce your mouth up and down on him, licking and sucking with complete abandon. He barely has to guide you, he just sits back and lets you fuck your own mouth on his dick. When he cries out and cums you bury him in your throat and let his load empty straight into your stomach so you don't have to taste it.

You rinse out with a bottle of water and head back into the booth. Larry is still grinning from ear to ear as he watches you go.

That night is much busier than it was in the morning. Man after man enters the booth, young and old, tall and short, and skinny and fat. You suck them all, refining your talents as a cocksucker with practice. Even the old guys with the throbbing Viagra boners can only last a few minutes before they drain their balls into your sucking mouth.

A few pass extra cash through the hole and you give them extra service. One guy fucks your tits until he blows a load across your boobs. Another just wants to lick your pussy while he jacks himself off. That one is easy, he almost makes you cum and you finger yourself to an orgasm while sucking off the next guy. It's hot and you're soaked with sweat from all the exertion, your white tanktop nearly transparent and decorated with the pearly spray of a dozen cocks. Well past midnight you stagger out of the booth, exhausted, and collect more than three thousand dollars from Larry's mom.

Your new career has begun.

You work three nights a week and two mornings a week. The hours are posted on the counter and you develop a huge following of regulars. Some nights Larry beckons you back to his office and shows you one of the outfits from the rack. He likes you to put them on and play games with him. One night you're a nurse taking care of him with your hand until he shoots a load onto the white vinyl covering your hip. Another night you dress up as a cheerleader and do cheers. Larry lays on his back on his desk and you ride him, urging him to C-U-M in your P-U-S-S-Y.

He pays well for your extra services, and you actually grow to like the filthy asshole in some strange way.

The cop visits regularly as well, taking his pound of ass in reward for turning a blind eye to the services you're selling in the booth. He likes to fuck you doggystyle, reaching around to maul your tits with his powerful hands and pulling out to cum across your firm ass cheeks. He's cute and you actually go out on a couple dates with him, fucking in the back of his squad car and again at a pizza place's bathroom in the city. But you eventually find out he has kids and a wife and you limit yourself to his bi-weekly fuck sessions in the back booth.

You've got tens of thousands of dollars in the bank, but you strangely don't feel any richer. You end up with Larry, sleeping in his run-down apartment next to him on a stained mattress. He's not exactly abusive to you, but he'll sometimes wake you up early in the morning and fuck you despite your protests. He has bad hygiene and he likes to cum in your mouth, two things that don't go together very pleasantly.

When you dump him finally he cuts you off, insisting he's found a better girl for the back booth. The summer is almost over by then, and you've raised more than enough money for a full four years of college. Maybe you will go on to something better than being a suburban suck queen.