I leave

As exciting as it is to be on the road, not knowing where my client will take me or who he will rbing into the backseat to fuck me, I decide enough is enough. I gather my things, including the considerable stack of cash Victor has given me just for fucking strangers in his van. At least I'm grateful he didn't film me in the slightest.

I exit out of the van right when Victor emerges with his driver carrying plastic bags full of food. "Not staying?" Victor asks.

I shake my head, "Nope. I had enough fun for one day." I don't consider the last guy to be any fun, as he came too soon to do any significant work towards my own climax, plus it was a bummer he had to use a condom. If I could, I would fuck the first guy I sucked off, but he wasn't going anywhere that would give the driver much of a route to make it last.

"Well, don't be a stranger. I might request you one of these days. But if you have to go, you have to go. No sense keeping you here," Victor replies, kindly giving me my space and honoring my decision to go home.

I walk down what is a sort of rest stop before travelers leave the city. I turn to hear the squeal of the tires of the van I just left peeling out of the parking lot and my Fleshy app notifies me that my session with my client has ended. While I can walk home, it would be a long trek on my feet. I could put the cash I have to good use in paying for some kind of transport.