The sooner the better

She liked neither option, but she liked even less having go around with no underwear.
It was one thing while she was alone, but whenever Usher was in the same room... she shuddered at the idea of him getting to oogle her precious place.
She herself didn't even notice how the shudder wasn't only in disgust though, mostly due the **** reacting to the memories of the night before and adding some moisture to the forementioned precious place...

The booze in her system also made her that much more impulsive.
She'd normally think twice about giving head to a man she loathed to get just a pair of panties, but now...

Albeit she did give him quite the glare, she still walked closer and then went on her knees, crawling under the counter and settling in between his legs.
Looking at her grumpy face between his legs Usher felt so smug, leaning back into his seat and letting her do all the work.

The thought of bargaining to earn more out of this never appeared in the tipsy girl's mind, nor the thought that she was selling herself too cheap... 50 scrips sounded like a ton, but that was just due to the booze mismatching the number 50 as cash.
If it was 50 dollars a pop then maybe it'd be worth the hit to her self-esteem, but if panties were worth 100 scrips then even if overpriced they'd be at most 10 dollars, and that'd make her lips worth a measily 5 dollars a pop. IF those were overpriced panties. But if they weren't?
What if he'd give her some shoddy 1 dollar panties? That'd make the 50 scrips she'd earn barely worth 50 cents...

Luckily Lisa was in no state of mind to do the math, too busy unzipping Usher's pants and fishing out his stinky pole of meat... well, he washed it just yesterday so it wasn't as bad as it could be but there was still enough male "fragrance" to make her recoil back.

"What are you going? My billy isn't gonna suck itself"

"It stinks!" she grumbled, and he scoffed "You're the lady of the house, you're supposed to clean it"

"Fuck you..." her curse was taken way too seriously by the stinky old man "That's a nice idea, i can't want to have it smell like pussy"

She rolled her eyes, there was no point in arguing with the old pervert, best to ignore him and start sucking so she could get this over and done with... too bad Usher took her silence as consent "That's a deal then, the next time you yap about my stink i get dibs on your slit, no question asked"

The booze in her system dulled her sense of wariness and that made her treat his words as nonsense, not knowing he meant every word of it and from now on she was gonna watch her words least she wanted to end up scrubbing his dick clean with her pussy... ignorant about the new hidden danger to her chastity, Lisa would be doing her best to ignore the repulsion she felt for that pole of meat and leaned forward to give it a tentative lick, then another, and another...

There was no actual grime since she did wash it yesterday, and she was drunk enough for the strong masculine smell to easily arouse her female insticts so the more she she licked the more into it she got, slobbering all over his shaft and wrapping his tip with her lips, flicking it with her tongue as if it was a lollopop before diving down... eventually and without him asking she got carried away enough to pay attention to even his balls, kissing them and suckling on his jewel as if coaxing them to produce more cum for her to drink...

Usher was very satisfied with the young slut, she needed some encouragement but his efforts would pay off once she got into it and this sloppy blowjob sure proved it... how good would it be to spend his mornings getting sucked off like this?
He was very pleased, but eventually felt like his hands were too idle. His movement was quick and Lisa was distracted by his pole and couldn't react as his hands scooped her tits out her dress and began to play with them as if it was the most normal thing in the world., the fabric not hindering him at all.
The suddeness and casualness of his movements pissed her off but the **** dulled her anger, though she still acted more annoyed than she actually was as she grumbled "Where the hell do you think you're putting your hands?"

Her words were harsh but she didn't follow up with any actual resistance, instead letting him paw away at her breasts while she kept sucking him off.
Usher noticed the detail but didn't call her up on it, instead shrugging as he replied "If you don't want me touching them, why not wrap those nice puppies of yours around my meat?"

He didn't offer to pay more for it, he simply gave a suggestion and it'd be entirely up to her to follow up on it... drunk Lisa didn't pick up on this detail and instead rolled her eyes, her hands slapping his away so she could push her chest forward to do just as he suggested and upgrading his BJ into a titjob.
He groaned as he felt his pole wrapped in her soft buns, whereas Lisa had to cope with her own pleasure now that using her breasts to massage his prick also meant stimulation for her funbags... oh, fuck it, she leaned forward and while working his shaft with her tits she wrapped her lips around the tip in an attempt to give Usher the full service and hopefully get this over and done with as soon as possible before she got too horny from this.

She put in some effort, but Usher had enough experience on his back and wouldn't be finished off so easily... as a result, Lisa had to spend the rest of her morning on her knees below the counter, tits and lips wrapped around the old perv's dick.
She did panic when at a certain point someone came in to buy some ammo, but Usher **** her head down onto his cock and served the costumer like there was nothing strange going on and soon enough they were alone again with the old man feeling so much more smug than before.

It was about lunchtime when he decided he had enough and piched her nipples, making Lisa moan and pushing her to pick up the slack... this time he held back nothing and when he was about to blow he **** her head down before letting loose, an humongous amount of spunk blasting in her throat and forcing her to swallow as more and more cum filled her mouth... he promised her he could get her milk if she asked, and now he was proving he could provide large amounts of it as long as she was willing to suck it out.

Once he was done he let go and she recoiled back, gagging in an attempt to get rid of the rancid taste of semen he **** her to drink, but he came too deep and there was little left in her mouth by the time he was done.

"Nice one, deer. Here's your scrip, you earned it" so he said as he pulled another sack of token currency... though she would notice it'd be a little bigger than the previous one. Did he add a bonus?

She has sobered a bit after spending a few hours sucking dick, and as she got up she decided to count the reward... no, no bonus there, only 50 scrips, not one more, not one less.
But if those were 50, what about the previous reward? She needed 100 of them to get those panties or she'd have gone on her knees for nothing!
She was in an hurry to count the previous reward, but no matter how many times she did... there were only 49 scrips in there!

"Hey, there's one scrip less in there!" she hurried to report to the old man, but he looked at what bag she was pointing at shrugged, asking "How many scrips are in there?"

"49, there should be 50" she replied, but he didn't agree "When did i ever tell you there were 50 of them in there? I told you 50 scrips to go on your knees, i didn't say there were 50 scrips in your first reward"

Indeed, he never said that, she just trusted her drunk instict to make a rough count of the money and after he told her he'd get her 50 to go on her knees and with 100 scrips she'd get panties... well, she just assumed the first reward was of 50 scrips.
It was all in her head and couldn't even call him out for foul play since she was the one who didn't count her reward... fuck!

She slammed her fist on the table, making the old man recoil back and berate "Easy there, easy there! What are you getting your panties in a bunch for?!"
Then he remembered, she got no panties on right on. She remembered too, and cursed aloud some more.

"Come on, stop wasting time and go in the kitchen, lunch isn't gonna cook itself"