Bus.

The idea of driving a motorcycle in New York is terrifying to be honest so the choice is easy. Once you are walking to the bus stop the idea of riding it alone sends a shiver down your spine. Thankfully you have a map with detailed directions on your phone. It ends up being rather easy to get to work and turns out to be a rather interesting and fun hour. It becomes very clear that you are sexy as hell. You may have a cock tucked away in your little thong, but a lot of people you pass either don’t know or don’t care and you get so many lusty glances it is rather exciting to say the least.

You arrive to a rather warm but frantic greeting of, “Oh thank god you’re here Caitlyn, I was about to loose my mind.” He points to a register and asks, “Want to run the register or make drinks?”

Your mind seems to sit back and watch as your body goes into auto pilot as you answer sweetly, “You know I’m easy, where do you want me?”

From behind you a voice quietly says to a friend you can’t see, “I know where I want her. On my cock.” Causing a round of laughter and a few oo’s and aah’s.

You turn and flash a smile, “Did you guys need something?”

They all order drinks and tip extremely well. You are sort of in the zone for several hours as if your body just knows what to do. Finally Mark comes up to you, pats you on the shoulder and says, “You really saved our asses today. I owe you one.”

“No problem, I think I cleared a hundred in tips easy.”

“I think some of the crew are meeting at a bar tonight, want me to text you when we know which one?” He asks while standing a bit to close.

“Sure. I don’t think I have any plans.” You say and duck under his arm to get away. “Bye.” You say waving to everyone.

You step into the brisk air.