She does what she has to.

Vixen pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders, and pulled the dress down, exposing her large breasts, and the cab driver thanked his good fortune at beating the driver called to pick her up. He climbed in the back seat and sat next to her, lowering his sweat pants.

"Fuck, I am going to jerk a stranger for thirty dollars, a fucking loser who works in sweatpants," Vixxen thought to herself. At least Mason wouldn't know, assuming he didn't still have a P.I. on her. But he was cheap, no way he kept that going after she was gone.

Vixxen put her hand on the cab driver's cock and started working on it, he leaned back and kept his eyes, and then his hands on her breasts, and it was getting in the way of the handjob. She leaned over, putting her mouth closer to his cock, hoping to get this over with faster, and wanting to restrict his access to her breasts.

Soon enough he started to moan, and she leaned back and used her arms to push her breasts together for him, presenting him a target for his cum. He got closer to her, his cock even with the top of her breasts and maybe an inch away, and started jerking his dick.

Thankfully for the driver, he was not a big man, maybe 5'3", he was able to get closer to her with his cock than she probably enjoyed. But this woman was a whore, and he disliked women who sold themselves for money, it was a sin, an abomination. Oddly he didn't consider for a moment his part in the process, only the whore was at fault.

When he came, he pointed his cock at her face and jerked himself hard, managing to cum directly on her face, getting some in her eyes. Vixxen recoiled after the first spurt hit her in the face, and the rest landed on her breasts.

"Motherfucker!" She yelled at him, "That is not what we agreed to!"

He smiled and laughed, "Whatever whore, get out of the fucking cab before I report you as a fare jumper!"

Vixxen grabbed a few tissues out of her handbag as she got out of the cab, and cleaned herself up a bit as she walked toward the motel, pulling the dress back over her breasts, and pulling the straps back over her shoulders. "That was not worth $32.50," she thought, not even close.

The front desk required a credit card to secure the room, which she rented for a week. That should be enough for what she needed. Thankfully Mason had not canceled her cards yet, which she decided to take advantage of, once she took a shower in her room. It wasn't that late, so she walked to a Walmart nearby and did a little shopping.

She bought some healthy eating options, and dental hygiene products, as well as deodorant and some decent perfume. She also bought some comfortable clothing to get her by until Mason delivered her clothing from the house. Hopefully, he was true to his word and had them delivered the next day. Some hair care products were in order, a decent razor, some good body lotion, and some breath-freshening gum. A very nice bottle of wine was last on the list, but she needed something to take the edge off of her nerves.

She also picked up a phone charger, and a box of condoms, as she wasn't sure what the next week would bring. She bought a large and comfortable backpack, to help carry all this stuff to her hotel room. She hoped Mason would not freak over the money she was spending, but who could he hurt her now? What else could he do to her? What else could he take away from her?

She was going to be prepared for anything. She had to get out of town, and not knowing anyone who she could ask for help limited her. She thought of calling Nikki, but her friend was happily married and carrying a child, bothering her old friend with her troubles was the last thing she would do.

It was on the list, but it was last.

She paid for her supplies and walked back to the hotel, thankful she was in good shape as it was heavy, and wary of walking in the neighborhood she was at, close to the airport, at night. She didn't want trouble from strangers or from the police.

Se made it back and settled in for the night, tomorrow was going to be a big day.