The man is not even the person who requested me

The setting where this blowjob is taking place is rather peculiar. Granted, the floor is cushioned and not hard on my knees and lower legs. But I can still feel like there's movement underneath it. As my luck would have it, where I'm doing my service on a set of four tires, currently in movement as I'm in the backseat of a van. The man before me is not the one who requested me. That person is seated somewhat behind me.

As some would think, this isn't a moving set of Bang Bus. Thankfully I'm not being filmed. The only thing to dread is that strangers are being picked up off the street and are given rides if they allow someone else to ride them. Of course, the man who had requested me had offered a hefty sum of cash, more than the total payment four hours in his company and proximity with give me, up front. He'd provide me food for the trip for free. All of this just so he could watch me fuck random men on a long road trip.

This first guy, a nerdy guy with glasses, had requested an Uber, but the driver bailed on him. The Van was near the guy at the right time. Fortunately, for me, he was only going across town, so my time with him would be short.

And fast forward to the present time, some two minutes after my introduction. Looks can fool even the most avwrage of persons. Despite the guy being thin and hardly athletic, when he took out his cock, there was a look of surprise that made both my client--we'll call him Victor for now--and my eyes widen at the sight of it. I was dreading the moments where it would enter my mouth and I had to suck on it, but considering the amount of money I was given, I figured it be good to make haste and give my client a good show.

I didn't have to do much. A few hard strokes up and down the cock's shaft and expert grinding of my tongue against the crown of his cockhead, the eruption of his climax was unexpected and spurted across my face. The bespectacled man was quite satisfied. I was glad that he would be disembarked from the Van seconds later, even though I had his creamy seed all over my face.

In the gap of time between out last rider and the next, I am able to clean up and make myself presentable to the next guy we pick up. Since the windows have aesthetically-pleasing curtains on all of its windows, I cannot see much of the exterior of the van or the neighborhood we are in. For all I know, we could be in the middle of nowhere, picking up hitchhikers.

Our next stop seems to be in the city, since I do hear some cars and the unmistakable sounds of a horn blaring in the distance. What I do not know is that we have stopped on the outskirts of skid row. When the doors open, there outside is a white man with matted hair and torn clothes. It isn't his appearance that cause my expression to turn sour, but it's the stench that is reeking off of him. I have been ****-free for the majority of my life, besides X-Change, but when I get even the slightest trace of the offensive smell of weed, my stomach could easily roil from it.

"What's wrong, Charlene?" Victor says. "Either you don't give this man a ride or I kick you out right here."