She goes to the mall

After a few minutes, Tracy regains her composure. She wipes the stranger's cum from her thighs, takes the wad of bills, and emerges onto the street. Looking around, she spots a taxi rank nearby and casually approaches.

"Hi. Can you take me to the Greenwood Markets?" She asks the driver, leaning into the window of the cab.

"Sure thing. Hop in." The driver replies.

Tracy motions towards the back of the cab but once again Linda reaches out of her subconscious.

Girl, you're sitting in the front.

Tracy "realises" that she meant to sit in the passenger side and takes a seat next to the driver. He looks in her direction, surreptitiously stealing a glance at her perky breasts.

"Uh... so, heading to the mall to meet some friends?"

Tracy looks over at the driver - a portly middle aged man with a shaggy beard.

"No. I'm getting my nipples pierced." Tracy says, confidently gestures to her chest. "I feel like it'll really make my tits pop."

Tracy isn't certain where that came from, but she meant it with earnest conviction.

"Oh, uh, that's... that's something." The driver says blushing. There's a pause in the conversation before the driver decides to change the subject. "So... what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a whore." Tracy says looking at the man.

"Oh. That's not- uh, you're a bit-" He stumbles.

"I'm a bit what? Hot?"

"No. I just-"

Give him a lil show, babes.

Tracy reaches her hand over and starts to rub the driver's erect cock from above his jeans. He looks at her, shocked. She slowly undoes his pants' buttons and pulls out a thick, average sized dick. Tracy isn't sure why she's doing this but it feel right to her. After all, it's just a handjob?

It ain't just a handy babe, you gonna suck his dick. And you gonna love it.

But then again, Tracy feels a sudden urge to shove the driver's dick in her mouth. She takes grabs his rod and slowly draws her lips around its tip. The man says nothing and continues to drive. Despite this being one of her first blow jobs, she bobs up and down along the length of his rod with enthusiasm and intention - taking it far deeper than she expected. Suddenly, Tracy feels the car slowing down. Too enamoured with the dick sucking, she doesn't care to find out why. Her face a wet mess of saliva and pre-cum, she looks up from the deed and notices they're waiting at a traffic light. She faces straight ahead and makes eye contact with an old lady in the car next to her, the elderly woman transfixed on the youthful slut giving a cab driver road head. Tracy gives the lady a wink and carries on with **** effort.

She continues for several more minutes, as the Taxi slows to approach the front of the mall, Tracy takes the opportunity for a grand finale. She slides the full cock down the length her throat, hastily bobbing and slurping, until the driver ejects a fat load into her. Regardless, she continues to suck.

"Every *kiss* last *kiss* drop" She kisses the head of thoroughly depleted member in her hands.

The man looks at her, panting, in the throes of a confused orgasm.

"That'll be $16.45" Tracy says to the man, wiping cum from her chin. "Oh, what a coincidence" She says, gesturing to the meter.

He nods, and with that confirmation, she slides out of the taxi.

"Perfect. Head to the shop, get my nipples pierced..." Tracy says to herself. "Maybe make some more cash as well." She says, acutely aware of her soaking wet pussy.

And for the love of god get some cigarettes! Don't be such a prude!

Tracy reflects for a moment: maybe she also take up smoking? She's already a cum slut - smoking would just add the aesthetic, she thinks to herself.