She sees someone driving up

"There's somebody driving right towards the parking lot," says Scarlett. "You have to let me move."

Although her throaty voice is pleading, her sparkling eyes and her presented ass are telling you what she really desires. You run your hand over her heart-shaped butt, feeling the hot desire. She trembles and you lean in, giving her a short, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

"This is what you want, right?" you hiss to her, taking hold of her hair. You pull the dildo away from the glass and roughly press her cheek to the window in its place. Her tits are mashed against the glass as well, fully on display for whoever is about to pull into the porno store's lot. "You want your fans to see you. Let's give them a show."

"Mmmmm," she moans, her voice quivering.

You run the spit-soaked dildo up and down her crack, smacking her ass before you screw it between her up-thrust buns. With the guidance of two fingers you press the dildo's head to the tight, pink pucker of her ass. She clenches up, but you are determined, overcoming her muscles and thrusting the wet dildo up her little pucker. She gasps as she is filled with every inch of the toy.

Releasing your hold on the dildo, you quickly move in behind her and tease your cock over her cunt again, feeling the wetness and the softness of her downy hairs. You thrust into her dripping folds, burying yourself in her hot furnace, your body pressing against the base of the dildo and fucking it into her ass as well.

Just as you start fucking again, the bright light of headlights sweep over the window. The lights are extremely bright and the sound of the vehicle is recognizably that of one of your best customers: a trucker. Scarlett is caught, frozen in the flash of lights, whimpering as you pound her pussy and plunge her ass at the same time. In short order you hear the crunch of tires on gravel and then a man appears, standing outside the window and peering in at you.

You recognize Big Jeb, a trucker from the Panhandle of Florida who makes deliveries twice a month and always stops by to pick up the filthiest pornos imaginable. He's nice to you and sometimes brings you beers to take the edge off a late night. He's tall, a good 6'6" with old blue jeans and skinny legs, but a big pot belly in a faded Zep shirt poking through a trucker vest. His mesh-backed hat has a NASCAR logo on the front and his sandy blond beard has the telltale stain of chewing tobacco in the corner.

Basically, Big Jeb is the last sort of guy you can imagine Scarlett wanting to have anything to do with, and he's standing there grinning like an idiot and watching you rail the sexy starlet in both holes.

"I think he wants a show," you say to her, savagely thrusting into her hot furrow as punctuation. "Or should I invite him in?"