Much more than cookies

"...how about you come in for a few minutes while I try to decide what I want."

The girl happily followed John into his living room and took a seat on his couch, making no effort to keep him from seeing her little blue thong beneath the tiny khaki skirt. John sat across from her to enjoy the view. She set her catalog on the glass coffee table and bent forward to show him her cookies, incidentally showing off her tits as well. Most pages of the magazine had pictures of the various cookies being orgasmically enjoyed by young women dressed like Charity.

"So what kind of cookies do you like, Charity?" John asked, curious as to how this would go.

"Oh, they're all good," the Stripper Scout said, "But my favorite are the Crème-Filled Peckers." She turned the page to show what looked like Zingers molded into the shape of a cock and balls. "I just can't go a day without popping another Crème-Filled Pecker into my mouth!" she announced, seemingly oblivious to the double entendre.

"Well, they're not really something I'd be interested in eating," John confessed. "But if I bought a case I'd always have something to give you when you came to visit."

"A whole case?" Charity asked, eyes widening, smile brightening.

"Sure, why not!" John said. "In fact, why don't I just buy a case of every cookie so I don't have to choose?"

Charity cocked her head to one side and pouted. "You're teasing me, aren't you?" she said.

"Fill my wallet with three dozen C-notes, please," John thought.

"You wish your wallet to be full of..."

"Yes!" thought John as he reached for his wallet, which thickened noticeably in his hand as he pulled it out.

"You take cash, don't you?" he asked, pulling out $800 and laying the bills down on her catalog with a smug grin.

Charity's jaw dropped as she ogled the money.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" she said, looking up at John. "Really?"

John nodded. Charity squealed and stomped her feet, starting a very pleasant boob-quake. "Thank you thank you thank you!" she exclaimed, grabbing her tits with joy. "Now I can go to Vegas for the Jamboree!"

"Well, you seem like a very worthy cause, Charity," John said.

She suddenly became shy and looked up at him with heavily lidded eyes. Her hands hadn't left her tits and were kneading them slightly.

"Um, I really am grateful," she said. "But, can I ask you something?"