A job after work

I looked at the bill then at him and shook my head, "Sorry, no can do. I'm working."
He shrugged, "Okay, what time are you done?"
"8am, if my boss happens to be on time," I replied.
He shoved the bill closer to me, "How about 9? And a little more than a blowjob?"
I thought for a moment, he didn't look too bad and I certainly could use some extra money. So I replied, "Fifty bucks isn't going to cover that. I'm not Crystal, you know."
"Ah, you're a clever one. Okay, I'll make it worth your while. How about you keep the fifty as a deposit?"
This was getting tempting, if he never showed up I'd be $50 richer without lifting a finger. I took a deep breath, then said, "Okay, 9am in front of Ammu-Nation. Not here, I don't want to get in trouble."
He grinned widely, "Sure baby, and wear something sexier than this." He began to turn around, then back, "Oh and one bottle of your finest Scotch," then grinned with a wink, "please?"
I grabbed the bill and stashed it in my bra, then turned around and stood on my toes to reach for the expensive bottle of Scotch on the top shelf behind me. I bet he was checking out my ass and legs. I grabbed the bottle and turned to place it on the counter, "That'll be $149, please."
I dug in his pocket and dropped three $50 bills on the counter, "Thanks babe, see you in a few hours." and grabbed the bottle.
I punched in the sales on the register and said somewhat thoughtful, "See you then," and watched him walking a little unsteady out of the store.

I glanced down, sure, my tanktop wasn't very sexy and my denim skirt rather average, but I wondered what would I wear, especially since it would be broad daylight and what he would consider sexy. I also started to wonder, if this guy was happy to pay me $50 for a blowjob, how much would he pay for a fuck. I had never asked for money before, I just fucked them whenever I hooked up with a good looking guy in the Yellow Jack Inn. They enjoyed it, I enjoyed it, all happy, right? Okay, Janet -the owner and barkeep of Yellow Jack Inn- wasn't always happy about that, she rather saw them drink more. But now... I wouldn't lower myself to Crystal's levels, but still it would be nice to be paid for my favourite hobby. Maybe it could be my ticket out of this place.

The idea started to tickle my fantasies and something else as well. I felt the familiar sensations spread in my crotch. I couldn't resist the urge, coated my finger with saliva, then slipped my hand behind the waistband of my skirt and found my itchy nub. I began to circle it with a slow pace, then built it up to my favourite speed while leaning back against the shelves. At that point I didn't care if John would see it if he watched the security tapes. My legs began to tremble as I felt the familiar glow spread through my belly. Oh yes, this felt great, if only I had some filling too. I didn't dare grabbing a bottle now and I didn't want to move either. I hiked my skirt up with my other hand and shoved my panties aside with two fingers, then drove them into my entrance. Oh god, yes. Rhythmically I brought myself to climax, the bottles rattling behind me as I shuddered from the climatic waves that crashed through me. I barely managed to stay on my feet while I slowly finger-fucked myself until the climax had subsided.
I stayed motionless for a while then withdrew my fingers. I slowly licked them clean, I really love my own taste, then straightened my skirt.

The rest of the night was uneventful, one other customer came in to buy some beer and that was all for the night. John showed up just after 8 with a rather sleepy "Hey Lisa, how was the night?"
I smiled, "Not bad, I sold one of the $150 bottles of Scotch."
He nodded and replied half-hearted, "Great, great, see you tomorrow."
I grabbed my purse and waved as I stepped out, "See you tomorrow." I didn't really wanted to know what was up with him. I bet he had some trouble with his wife or something, in any case, it wasn't any of my business.

Back in my trailer I went through my closet, picking up dresses, skirts, tops and lingerie and almost immediately putting them back. Nothing was really it. It was either too much for this time of day or too sedate to be called sexy. I quickly washed myself in the shower-closet, it didn't deserve the name 'bathroom' as tiny as it was. Then went back to my clothes. I decided on black laced lingerie, something I figured most guys consider sexy. At least I did. Black was never bad, so a short black skirt would suit nicely with my black strapped high heels. I had two choices for tops left, finally deciding on the opaque one, rather than the somewhat sheer top. I carefully applied my make-up, then quickly grabbed some condoms from the drawer of my night stand and put them in my purse, then checked the time on my phone. Great, enough time left for a cup of coffee, after all, Ammu-Nation was next door.

While sipping my coffee on the couch, I thought about what I was about to do. Getting in the same business as my mum and many others from around here. It wasn't bad, as long as I didn't stoop to Crystal's levels. Then again, she was a meth-head. I was rather proud that I never took any ****, other than the prescription ones. My mum was an alcoholic, so I had a good bad example of what not to do. Sure, I did like the occasional drink and have been drunk several times, but never drank throughout the day. I finished my coffee and checked the time, 8.50am. I peered through the window, which had some view of the parking lots in front of Ammu-Nation, but I couldn't see all of them. I put my phone in my purse and stepped outside, carefully locking the trailer. I walked over to Ammu-Nation and hoped nobody would stop and ask me why I was loitering there. Most people around here knew I live next door and I should have thought of that before. Too late now.

It seemed the guy was punctual, a luxury black car (which I later learned was an Obey Tailgater) stopped in front of the parking lot. The darkened passenger window slid down with a soft electric whine and I spotted the guy in the driver seat, motioning me to get in the car. I glanced around and quickly got into the passenger seat.
"Hey," I said cheerful.
He smiled, "Hey, good to see you. What's your name?" He looked better than he did during the night, apparently he had cleaned up himself as well.
"Ehm, Lisa," I offered, not being able to cough up some fake glittery name like Crystal.
He extended his hand, "You can call me Roger. Are you ready?"
I looked a little thoughtful, "Well, actually, no. What is it you want?"
He smiled, "Fair enough, how about... Hmmm... Breakfast in bed?"
I laughed and shook my head, "I bet there is more to it than that?"
"Okay, motel, bed, you, me, some food, some fun?"
I nodded slowly, "How long?"
He laughed, "All morning if you like, let's say until 1pm."
I had the time for it, I just lacked some sleep. I bit my lower lip while considering what to ask in return for my not-so-precious time. He seemed to guess my thoughts as he offered, "I see you dressed up for the occasion, good. How about... $50 per hour?"