Take your customer behind the store and suck his dick.

You smile, pleased with your success at negotiation, and say, “Okay. Come with me.” You grab the man by the hand and lead him around to the back of the store. You have butterflies in your stomach, nervous as hell about what you’re doing, but feeling so excited by the prospect of easy money. Again comparing the amount to what you would make at a legitimate after-school job, you quickly and roughly calculate that it would probably take about a month for you to raise three hundred bucks. As soon as you round the corner into an area where (hopefully) no one can see the two of you, you stop and say, “Okay…”

Your back against the wall of the store, you cautiously get down on your knees, looking to make sure you aren’t kneeling in glass or anything. The man steps up to you, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Your face level with the man’s crotch, you nervously open your mouth and stick your tongue out a little as he pulls his pants down to his knees, grabs his erection, and points it toward your face. He pushes his hips forward, sliding his cock into your mouth, and you start sucking it. After bobbing your head back and forth a few times, you grab the base of his dick and pull it out of your mouth. Holding his erection in front of your face, you summon a mouthful of saliva, then spit it onto the head of the man’s penis, rubbing it up and down his shaft to lube him up. Hardly believing what you’re doing, you put the freshly-slobbery dick back in your mouth and resume sucking it. You try and time the rhythm of your hand jerking his cock and your mouth sucking it so that you’re pulling his dick toward you as you’re pushing your head forward onto his dick. After a few minutes of your inexperienced but enthusiastic dick-sucking, the man seems to take over, grabbing your head and sliding it up and down his dick for himself. You put both hands on your thighs to help hold yourself in place, and just focus on sucking and wiggling your tongue around as the “John” fucks your pretty little mouth. He becomes more and more excited as he goes to town on your face, vigorously moving your head back and forth, humping wildly, smashing your nose into his crotch, and slamming his dick against the back of your throat over and over again while his balls slap noisily against your chin.

The man quickly becomes overzealous from face-fucking his hot little rookie whore, making you lose your balance and knocking you backwards against the wall. In this new position, as you struggle to hold yourself up, your head is bumping into the wall on every other stroke as the man pounds away, grunting softly, lost in the throes of passion. Before long, he lets out a rather vulgar groan and you feel his dick twitching in your mouth, squirting a thick, warm goo across your tongue and into your throat. You cringe, not expecting cum to taste so gross, but gulp it down to keep from **** on it, thankful that a good portion of it is being shot directly into your throat instead of onto your tongue. You cut your eyes up at the man, watching him roll his head around with his eyes closed, moaning, “Ohhh yeah…” as he unloads into your mouth. You just lean back on your knees, catching his ejaculate, swallowing it, and watching his face as his thrusts slow down from intense sport-fucking to a moderate banging, which gradually slows down to simple humping, until he’s merely rocking his hips gently, almost making love to your mouth. His moans subside, and he smiles down at you as he pulls his softening prick from your well-used mouth and releases your head. He pulls his pants up, complimenting you as you **** down the last of his sperm, “You’ve got a hot little mouth, babe. Maybe I’ll see you around some night.” He winks at you and walks off, still buckling his pants.

On your knees behind the store, your sloppy little mouth dribbling cum, the bitter aftertaste of it lingering on your tongue, with the last of the goo still oozing down your throat, you can’t help but feel dirty, violated, and a little aroused. As you hear the man’s truck crank up and drive away, you get back up and brush off your sore knees. You take a moment to regain your composure, straightening your purse and brushing your fingers through your hair, then walking back around toward the front of the store. Well, you may have just made yourself into a bit of a whore, but hey, you also made three hund… fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You forgot to get the money. FUCK!

As Richard’s car pulls into the parking lot to pick you up, you almost feel like crying. You console yourself with the knowledge that tonight you learned the first rule of whoring: GET THE MONEY UP FRONT!