That and more

With her hand held out in a clearly expectant manner, and eyeing Bria like the dumbest thing on two legs she barked, "ID! I need your name, address, social security number, the whole shebang for a job."

Bria jumped, obediently giving the ugly old cow not just her ID, but her entire purse, slinging it smartly onto the woman's hands.

For a moment the old crone looked startled, then gave Bria an unfathomable look before moving the bag out of Bria's reach and into her fat lap, her chubby fingers poking through the girl's most personal possessions. With a smirk she brought her hand out, holding up a tiny vibrator that Bria had forgotten about. A flick of her switch brought it to life with a hum.

The teen turned red, wanting to snatch the embarrassing toy from the woman's hands, but her sudden movement brought a glare to the eyes of the old broad, and her lunge faltered into a kitten-like swat at the air.

"Well I'd better turn that off," the woman chuckled. "Wouldn't want the batteries to run out. You might need them for an emergency."

Bria's face couldn't get any redder, but she folded her arms across her chest. Her tits were large enough to thwart her defensive gesture, her arms **** below her breasts as if offering them up. Indeed, the gesture pushed them up and almost out of the tight dress.

"Hmm, no condoms, no pads... Oh here we go," Ruth brightened, finding her wallet. She opened it to her driver's license, shaking her head. "Godawful."

Bria's mouth opened to protest. She'd had to have her picture taken over and over again to get one that good. She vividly remembered it, the camera constantly clicking for some reason as she went down on the photographer twice, then letting him fuck her, and then for the finale... she rubbed her ass unconsciously, remembering with a wince and a thrill in her loins the final act. Damn but he was big. All that for a good picture, but she'd always felt it was worth it.

Ruth eyed the girl rubbing her own ass in front of her. "Well, I guess porn's a step up from hooking," she muttered, Bria too lost in memories to hear. Her blank gaze made her look like a bimbo, a druggie, or both. Ruth silently checked made a few additional notes to the 'interviewer' portion of the paperwork, adding her thoughts on the tart in front of her.

Bria came back to earth, seeing the woman looking her over. Probably a dyke, she thought, slavering over a beautiful girl like her. Shifting from side to side her pussy all but made squishing noises as a trickle came down her thigh. Great, now the old bat would think she'd pissed herself instead just being.. being... she cut off the thought.

"Let's skip straight to the parts you need to answer," Ruth rumbled, interrupting Bria's thoughts again. "Are your boobs fake?"