Blondey's got a coin too, but things go quite well - No Pulse

Blondey blinks languidly, before shrugging, "Sure thing. Been out all day anyway: My kids can wait on their mama a bit longer."

"Excellent, then--" Sandy says, before Blondey suddenly shivers, and then cuts her off.

"Hey, actually, the prim-proper sales voice thing is kinda pissing me off after the day I've had. Actually," She hums and flashes a coin at Sandy - oh, heads! Nice. - "How about you drop it and act like a total slut. Like, complete grade-a trailer trash material? Just forget all that shitty saleswoman stuff and go into whoring after today? You've got the bod for it."

"Damn girl," Sandy cheers boisterously as her stance loosens up and she starts puffing her tits out, "that's, like, the best-fucking-thot I've heard all day. But first, I've gotta let my man the stranger pump me up until he's satisfied, then wear his cum in my panties to the office and show'm off to everyone. That cool with you?"

"Oh yeaaah, totally," Blondey drawls mockingly with a smirk, then gives me a quick wink. We share a thumbs-up of solidarity as Sandy hangs on her every word, "Just make sure to give me a cut of your earnings when you start your real job, alright? Pay that idea tax and all."

"Shit, of course I will. You think I'mma leave my girl high'n dry after she gave me such a great idea? Fuck no! Nobody's gonna be dry after tonight~"

"Surely not," Blondey hums, agreeably, before yanking Sandy's blouse open. "So how about we get down to business?" She turns to me, "Two empty wombs and a whole lot of seed to pump. Think you can fill us up for the road, Mr. Stranger?"

"Hah." I laugh. She just used a coin, so... I flip my own coin and her eyes widen. It's Heads. "You know I do. You've got a thing for whoring it seems, so why don't you follow Sandy's lead and then we make this a regular thing, hm?"

She frowns, and stutters, and Sandy interrupts her thoughts.

"Fucking sweet," The soon-to-be former businesswoman cheers, "Check it out girl, we haven't even started and we've already got a repeat costumer!"

Immediately, Blondey's misgivings melt away like snow and she's all smiles, giving Sandy a high-five, "Hell yeah, sugar! So what's the plan, Mr. Stranger?"

"How about we take this to my place? It's about thirty minutes down the road, so I hope you're ready to walk with my hands riding your asses the whole way there."

"I don't have anything better to do with all the electronics down, and I'm ditching that job anyway so shit, why not?" Sandy giggles, prompting Blondey to join her.

"Fuck, who cares about kids anyway? I'm game!"

"Alright then, ladies." I say, taking them each by the ass as we start to walk, "Oh, and Sandy? Kids're important. I'd hope you make sure to take care of yours, in between all the whoring."

"Of course!" Sandy agrees, agreeably, as she tends to do. "Taking care of any brats I pop out is just part of the job, y'know?"

"Yeah, whaddya take us for, some kinda... runaway moms or something?" Blondey mimics, "I might make my brats wait, but I'll still go back to 'em, of course."

"Of course." I assure, and we set off.