Looking for prospects.

Lynn dropped her cell into her small purse, and fished out a small mirror. The harsh light of the streetlamp revealed Lynn’s face, coated with the stranger’s sticky semen. The gasped at her reflection, and her cheeks burned crimson with embarrassment. She felt like crying. This was not how she had been raised, but the tingle between her legs seemed to over power her thoughts. Just the idea of obeying whatever depraved command Ms. Cooper gave her sent shivers through her body.

So, it was with some amount of will power that Lynn took a Kleenex from her purse, and wiped the gooey jizz off of her of her face. She doubted that a woman who saw her in that condition would let her kiss their feet, and she still had to find another guy to moon. She sighed, and pulling up her skirt, slid her hand under her panties. She weaved her finger through the silky feeling pubic hair that covered her pussy, and guided a finger quickly inside. Her sex was wet, and her finger was coated in her thick, sweet smelling juices. Brushing her thumb over her clit, she moaned loudly, and then looked quickly around her to see if anyone had seen her pleasuring herself out in public.

As if snapped back into reality, Lynn pulled her hand out of her panties, and wiped her fingers off on yet another Kleenex. Tossing the Kleenex into a nearby trash can, she stepped out on to the sidewalk, and began walking down Bond Street, Melinda’s, The Ranch and the B and G were all local bars. Lynn was sure she could find a guy and maybe a girl that would help her complete her final two tasks. She wished she’d changed into the red blazer and matching skirt she’d had in her bag before she left the store, but she hadn’t really had the opportunity. She was bound to attract more attention then she normally would dressed in her bright blue and yellow cheerleading uniform.

It was only about four blocks walk to the saloons, and Lynn had just reached the first intersection, when a beat up red pick up truck pulled up alongside her. She was thankful that the sun had set, and her escapades weren’t going to be quite as obvious as the might be in the daylight. Two young men sat in the front of the pick up, and Lynn could feel their eyes on her. She looked back at them. Their faces were plastered with leering smiles, and while she couldn’t hear them, she could tell that they were commenting on her back and forth between each other.

“Hey, girl. Why don’t you come back here and talk to some real men?’ said the young male on the passenger side of the truck. He had short brown hair, and his face was long and narrow. A green baseball cap was cocked backward on top of his head. “Yeah, come here!” the driver beside him added. He was slightly heavier, and older with long blond hair that hung to his shoulders, like his friend he was wearing a backwards baseball cap on his head. His was red.

Lynn turned fully around to look at them. She didn’t think she knew either of them, and she wanted to be sure so she walked over to the truck, peering inside. She realized that if she mooned the two of them and they hit on her, which they were doing already making it moot, both of them would be more than willing to come on her face if she asked. She wondered if she shouldn’t give the two a quick flash of her ass, and then run away, or whether she shouldn’t just try to find a man who was alone, or maybe with a woman, who’d let her kiss her feet. She was giddy at the thought of it.

The passenger reached out, and grabbed Lynn gently by the wrist, pulling her to the side of the truck. The light at the intersection flashed green. As they had no one behind them the truck remained at the intersection, and a few seconds later it was once more red.

“So, a sweet looking cheerleader. What’s a pretty girl like you doing out all by yourself?” The passenger asked as he leaned out of the open window towards her.