Proposes new terms

“Lady,” the man said using the term loosely in his mind, “I gave you $5 of gas. What you do with it is your deal.”

“But that guy came up and assaulted me while his buddy used the gas; its not my fault,” Vyki could cringe at how whiny and childish her voice sounded.

“I’m not sure you could call that **** with how you acted, but if you want me to call the cops out here and file a report, I’m sure they’ll want to know how you paid for that without your wallet or cards,” the man said sure the ditz wouldn’t think past how it would implicate him too.

“NO!” Vyki shouted just thinking about trying to explain to the cops how she didn’t really need to be in jail or the fact it was Sunday and she might be in a jail overnight before even being bailed out and if they looked up who she was by her finger prints should could be stuck in prison with a bunch of guys and have to explain all this to Molly. She tried taking a different tactic and look pleadingly at him, “just a couple more dollars. I swear I can bring it back.”

The guy just huffed at her and went back to his magazine.

Vyki could not believe she was about to do this and could kick herself for even implying it, but she had to get out of her, “maybe I could earn another $5 from you?” she said with an upper lilt. As he looked at her, she tried to lick her lips seductively while she bounced nervously on her heel.

“Earn it how?” the man was going to make her spell it out.

“Maybe uh... another blow job,” <BUZZ> she worked the moan into a giggle to try to look nervous and cutesy to him.

“Eh, I already had to teach a girl to do that today, I’m good for now,” he says going back to his magazine.

Vyki was aghast again. ‘That ass hole thinks he actually had to teach me how to give a blow job?!?’ Vyki thought to herself. ‘I’m fucking amazing at blow jobs! I just wasn’t into his nasty ass!’ Vyki cringed at her internal dialogue as she didn’t want to be proud of giving out blow jobs. But she had to get out of here somehow.

“Maybe there is something else you want?” She said in her cutesy voice leaning on the counter pushing her tits together between her arms she’d seen used on herself several times.

The guy looked up at the girl with a bored look knowing full well he had her right where he wanted her. “Like what? Clean the restrooms? Already got a service that does it and they charge me weekly whether it needs it or not. Got codes to keep up with.”

Vyki could kick herself that she didn’t think of something like that first instead of turning to the oldest profession for $5. “Well, I’d do that if you wanted,” she started before trying to turn up the charm, “but I can be more... intimate.”

“Intimates?” the guy said turning back to his magazine, “this look like I need a lingerie model here?”

“No!” Vyki said stomping her feet at the dense man causing a ripple through her body. Taking a deep breath and reminding her of her part to play. “I could do something for you your wife won’t do.”

“I can’t go bow hunting right now; I gotta tend the store,” the man said gesturing at the ratty store before turning back to his magazine.

Vyki looked at the empty place and could see the coating of dust on several of the items indicating just not busy this place is. Turning back to him trying to figure out how dense he. Then it dawned on her she’s going to have to spell it out for him even though she can believe she’s having trouble getting the guy to chase tail. Then a funny joke crosses her mind as she stares at the girl in the mirror. Telling her to ‘do it!’

Turning around Vyki takes a final deep breath bends over and flips up her skirt, “or you could go huntin’ white tail.”

The man, still looking at his magazine, “I told you I don’t have time....” he pauses as he looks up from his magazine. Vyki is momentarily proud of herself for taking control of the situation and shifts her hips teasingly at him. The man only says “Damn” as his magazine drops to the floor.

Looking back, Vyki can see him standing up looking at her. Knowing she’s finally got to him what she meant, she stands up and turns around to face him. “So, think I can work up some gas money? Or do I need to clean the bathroom?”

It was the guy’s turn to be flustered this time and said, “uh, ya, I got a wife at home I can get that from.”

Recalling his tirade earlier, she turns it back on him, “well, if you’re lucky to get your once-a-week session with her.”

She can see by the rod in his pants she has him, “well, I uh...”

Leaning in again showing off her cleavage and getting closer to him, she closes the deal with a whispered, “but does she let you fuck <BUZZZZ> her ass?” Still trying to figure out what is possessing her to do this even as she grins at him while biting her lip.

Seeing him slip on his magazine as he tries to take a step closer to the cleavage in front of him, Vyki tries to suppress a giggle.

“Fine. $5 bucks and I'll fuck <BUZZZZ> your ass.”

Vyki scoffs at him, “hardly! Fill it up at least.”

“Yes, I am, and I plan to,” the owner says trying to tease her to get back on top. However, seeing her angry growing he relents, “k, $10.”

“You got to be kidding me!” She screams.

The guy can feel the arousal leaving but doesn’t want to miss the chance to pound an ass finally; especially one as fine as that. “Alright, $20, but it's my final offer.”