Kelly perseveres.

"Hey! You're hurting me!" Kelly tells you softly as she looks back at you, then the fist keeping a steely hold on the soft skin of her forearm.

You ease your grip on her arm, not realizing in your worry that you were holding onto her so tight. Doing so allows the scantily clad blonde to slip from your grasp.

"I'm not the little pig-tailed girl down the block anymore," Kelly softly tells you before she reaches for the Cadillac's door. "I can take care of myself." She gives you a little wink for reassurance before she turns away from you and opens the passenger side door wide.

From your vantage point a few feet away on the curb, you see Kelly ease her knees onto the plush cushions of the seat next to the old man, kneeling facing him. Try as you might, you can't make out what she is telling the man as she appears to sweet talk him, one hand caressing his neck as the other plays with his exposed cock. You see him gesture towards the open door of the car, apparently trying to get her to close it. Kelly shakes her blonde head and points to the dash and at the old man. You see him reluctantly toss the wad of bills, and then his set of car keys, up on the dash. 'Good girl!' you praise quietly. 'Don't let him take you anywhere!'

You then see Kelly turn back towards you and reach out to grasp the inside handle of the luxury vehicle's door and pull it shut. She smiles conspiratorially at you as she does so.

At a loss for anything to do, you watch as the pretty blonde closes in on her conquest, captivating the old guy with her dazzling smile as she opens his shirt's collar and loosens his tie. You can't help but notice him eyeing her boobs as she leans over him and adjusts his seat so it tilts back further, giving her plenty of work room at the fly of his slacks.

You swear you can feel her breath in your ear as you watch her tease the old geezer mercilessly.

"You must have it bad for her, baby!"

A soft feminine voice startles you. You turn to the source. It's Kelli. You realize it was her blowing in your ear, trying to get your attention after returning from searching her purse under the street corner's lamp.

"Uh, no, I.." you stammer in a state of denial.

"Okay. Whatever." She smiles knowingly, grazing her hand over the bulge in your jeans as she grasps your arm, her head near your shoulder. "What's she doing?" Kelli asks. "I mean, I know what she's doing, but.. how did this come about?"

"Some old fart thought she was hooking and she decided to take him up on the offer!" you say, shaking your head, still disbelieving it yourself.

"And you let her?" asks your new friend with a wicked smile.

You give her a withering stare back.

"Oops, sorry, man. But, I must say, the girl has stones." Kelli turns away from the action inside the car to face you again. "Good thing, too. I turned up nada. Empty gum wrappers and condom foils. No dinero!" She shrugs to you.

You both turn your attention back to Kelly, eager to get off this street corner. You watch as the diminutive blonde scoots closer to the old man. The power window is still down, and the shop behind you illuminates the car's interior enough for you to see what's going on. As Kelly bends closer to the old man's erection, the microminidress' hem slides up her taut asscheeks. You try to swallow the lump in your throat as her pantiless pussy is revealed. Even from your position, you can see the neon light glint on the wet petals as they spread open in that stance.

"Oh..my.. god!" you and Kelli both whisper as Kelly flashes her sex.

"What I couldn't do with that!" the black-clad blonde teases mercilessly. "Maybe I should help her.." Kelli smiles at you and pulls away.

The same iron grip grasps her arm as it did Kelly's.

"Just kidding, stud!" she smirks as she returns to your side.

You both watch intently as Kelly continues to jack the man. Her lips have yet to touch him. Though partially obstructed from view by your friend's rear end, you can now tell the blonde is jacking furiously, her wrist moving a mile a minute.

"No! No! You little twit! Suck meee!" you both can hear the man holler.

But it's too late. You can see the aged seed spit out onto the instrument panel, coat the steering column. As the man writhes, trying to right himself in his inclined seat as he continues to ejaculate, Kelly grabs the roll of bills and his keys and pushes out the passenger door.

As one, you and the peepshow worker head to the opened door and help the stiletto-heeled teen out of the car and onto the pavement. After slamming thedoor shut, Kelly looks back inside the window at the angry man and lets him watch her drop the keys into the puddle at street's edge, buying you a few moments of time.

"Now, let's get outta here!" she cries.