Krissy sells herself

Staring at the man as he sat in the car growing impatient, Krissy took a deep breath. "What do you want?" She asked, resigning herself to the idea that she was going to have sex with this man for money, money she needed desperately.

The man smiled slightly and looked her up and down again appraisingly. His eyes lingered on her big tits and narrow waist, eventually returning to her youthful face. "How much to fuck?" He asked bluntly.

Krissy's mind raced. She had never done something like this before, and could still hardly believe she was considering it; what should she ask? "A hundred dollars." She blurted out, hardly believing that the words had crossed her lips.

"Get in." He said, the matter apparently settled as he leaned back in his seat.

Krissy stood unmoving for a moment, the weight of what she had just agreed to settled on her.

The man turned toward her again, "I said, get in."

Startled, Krissy jumped slightly at the tone in his voice. Hanging her head, she walked around the front of his car and opened the passenger door, carefully lowering herself into the passenger seat and closing the door behind her. The man accelerated immediately down the dark street.

Sitting silently, Krissy fidgeted, wringing her hands and trying to appear confident.

Driving down the dark and unfamiliar streets in silence made Krissy increasingly anxious. She had no idea who this man was or where they were going.

Finally, she mustered the courage to speak after what felt like an eternity. "Where are we going?"

Without even looking at her, the man said, "Show me your tits."