She makes time, and a mistake

Fuck it. That last guy blew pretty quick. I'm sure I can grab a quick lunch anyway. Without further ado, I wrap both my hands around his meaty shaft, and begin licking his tip. After a few seconds of teasing, I proceed to engulf his tip and whatever else my hands aren't covering. As I move my head back and forth, I try to think of how fast I can make this guy blow. Heh, it's probably the first time I've wanted a guy to cum as fast as possible.

One of my hands leaves his cock, allowing me to swallow more of his length. As I move back and forth, I try and figure out what'll make him cum fast. Maybe he wants me to swallow as much as his cock as possible and bob back and forth like a woman possessed? Removing my other hand, I proceed to swallow as much of his cock as possible.

There's a faint moan from the other side. I mean I doubt most girls can take this much cock down their throat, so hopefully its a new sensation. I work his length at a manic pace, gagging and gurgling and drooling as I do so. After a minute or so, I pause and stare at his slobber-soaked shaft, which still hasn't succumbed to my efforts.

To follow up, I wrap my fingers around his length and put my thumb on the sensitive cluster of nerves under his tip. There I rub, hoping to catch him off guard. Suddenly he spurts, all over my face, and my chest. Fuck. Fucking asshole. He's gotten me from forehead to chest. Hopefully, there isn't any in my hair. I gotta fucking clean up.

I rifle through my bag, hoping to find some wet wipes or something, but to no avail. Shit. I gotta clean up. Grabbing my tops and my bag, I rush out of the room, cum dripping from my face, chest, and pussy. There's about three or four guys still waiting for their blowjob, and I look away as I rush past them.

"Where you going slut?" One of them snarls.

One of them then pinches my ass. Normally I'd slap him away, but I can't deny I love the attention. I'd stay here all day sucking and fucking cock. Back up in the store, I find Ron, who smirks at me.

"I need the bathroom." I say.

His smile only grows. "Paying customers only."

I reach into my bag and pull out one of the notes I was given. "Just whatever."

"Come this way."

I follow Ron to a poxy little toilet area with a mirror, where he leaves me to assess the damage. Fuck, that bastard really unloaded on me. Still, no matter. I just gotta clean up and get out of here.