Yes, but her texts aren't

Bria needn't have worried. Her admirer had frozen at the sight of her texts to Darryl, gawking down at Darryl's crude remarks and her not-exactly denying responses.

"You're an actress?" he asked.

Bria's hand froze, mid-fidget upon her thong and she twisted a little to look back up at him. The move had the inadvertant side-effect of lowering her hand a little farther. It occured to her that her knees and thighs completely hid her lower legs where the panties were.

"Well sure. I'm on my way to an audition, actually. I was just about to look it up on my phone," she told him, congratulating herself on her quick thinking. "Maybe you can tell me how to get there?" she purred, twisting closer to him.

Both of them seemed to realize her head was at crotch-level and her face was mere inches from the bulge within his trousers.

"Uh, maybe," he said, gulping.

Bria smiled up at him in her sexiest manner, unconsciously upgrading him to 'useful'. She let go of the thong, shuffling her legs just the tiniest bit to encourage them downwards to the street. It had the unplanned effect of squeezing her thighs together, stimulating her juicy sex further.

"Maybe?" she asked, putting one long-fingered hand on his hip, her thumb idly tracing a circle at upon the front on his jeans.

The guy gulped again, looking from side to side. Bria had chosen her place well, and was sitting between a mailbox and a garbage can. They weren't directly beside her, allowing a few feet on either side, but they did a fairly good job of blocking out witnesses to her daring little act, and now hiding her teasing hands from anyone else's view.

"Can't I entice you to do me a little favor?" she purred, letting her thumb drop lower and closer to his blatantly hard cock.