The owner suggests a trade: a few pictures of you in exchange for a ticket

"Shit," you mutter, pawing through your purse. No matter how often you look under the various junk in your purse the money you need never appears.

"No money, honey?" one of the guys asks, sidling up next to you. "I'd be willing to make a donation."

"Yeah," the other winks, hand brushing your ass before you flinch away. "I'd make a big deposit, if you know what I mean."

"Ah, thanks," you say with a grimace, moving away. As horny as you've been the last week - well, really ever since shortly after meeting Jacob - you aren't horny enough to fuck a pair of strangers for a couple of bucks. At least, not these strangers. You look them over. No no, not these ones.

"Aw c'mon girl, have a heart."

"Yeah, dressed like that you know you want it," the other adds, taking a good hard feel of your ass.

"Hey!" you jump aside.

"Now cut it out. She's not interested," the proprietor says, showing an interest at last. The two other men grumble something about teases and sluts while you smile thankfully at the man behind the cashier. "Not her fault she's down on her luck. Shame, too, we haven't had a winner in awhile. We're probably due to get lucky."

"Well, what if I gave you this as a deposit and paid you back later?" you ask, putting your fifty cents on the counter and batting your eyes at him.

"I wish I could. You seem like a friendly girl, but I can't just give away tickets. Maybe if you had some sort of deposit...?"

You stare blankly at him for a moment, trying to figure out what you could offer. Fortunately he picks up on your cluelessness, though he clearly misinterprets it, and makes a suggestion.

"Deposit, as in maybe you can give something to me in exchange. How about a few pictures? To a fella like me a few pictures of a pretty girl like you are practically priceless."

"Pictures?" you frown suspiciously. In the past 'pictures' has meant you doing naughty things for guys while they photographed them. "You mean... naked?" you look at the two guys beside you and your breathing picks up. Anxiety, you tell yourself. Not arousal.

"Just a few," he says.

"Not with...?" you motion to the guys, who perk up instantly, but he shakes his head.

"Nah, just normal pictures of you posing all sexy-like by yourself."

"Oh. I could do that!" you exclaim, and turn sideway, sticking out your butt.

"No no," he says, lifting up his camera. "Lean against the counter. Facing the counter," he corrects when you lean your back against it.

Turning, you place your hands on the edge of the counter.

"Now stick out that sexy butt. Good good, but how about you lean on the counter. No, all the way. Hang on a sec," he says, coming forward. Reaching out he adjusts you so you're looking over your shoulder.

"Touch a finger to your tongue and keep a sexy look on your face," he suggests, and you comply, getting more into the spirit of things, and sucking on a finger like it's a dick. He steps back, raises the camera, then frowns. "Arch your back. Close..."

Again he steps forward, putting a hand on your lower back and pressing down so that your rump is raised. At the same time he subtly slides up the already tiny skirt, exposing your pussy-lips without you realizing it. Taking several steps back he takes a couple of shots.

"So that's two?" you ask.

"Nah, I just took a second in case the first was blurry for some reason. Same shot. Now, stand and turn most of the way around. Jut out your ass like you did before, but show me your tits." Seeing you look a little shocked he amends, "Arch your back, I mean. Hands behind your head. Good... No, wait a sec..."

Stepping forward he reaches behind your head, pulling your hands away from your neck. Scooping up your hair (and your top's straps) he feeds them through your hands so that your holding them up above your neck. "Oh. Thanks," you say with a smile, realizing you probably look more glamorous with your hair up. You don't notice, but with the strap mixed in with your hair your own efforts to lift your hair even higher means your little tits are fully exposed when he takes your picture, and the top doesn't go back down below your thick, engorged nipples afterward.

Next he arranges you on the counter with one leg running the length of the counter exposing your full inner-leg. The other leg is raised, heel on the edge of the counter, an arm wrapped around it and your chin on your knee.

"Here, move this leg out a little," he instructs, stepping forward. Putting gnarled fingers on the inner thigh of the folded leg he pushes it to the left, exposing your pussy to the camera while you stare forward, a smile on your face. He snaps one picture, but frowns. "Try to look dreamy and sexy at the same time. Maybe think of a time you've fucked some boys and are fantasizing about it before sleep."

Your mouth opens to protest, but you snap it closed, admitting to yourself that the words make you feel hotter. Besides, you can remember more than a few times like that, and the hand you've dropped to your inner thigh strokes it as you remember them.

"Terrific, now here's a challenging pose," the man says, stepping forward to draw your folded leg out sideways until you're doing the splits. Thankfully you've always been flexible and worked to stay that way, something boys have always appreciated. He releases your leg, moving back toward you, his hands trailing along the length of your leg, stopping just short of your crotch. He takes hold of your hands, pulling them away from where they brace you, at the same time shielding your pussy from view.

"Don't worry, I got you. Just arch back. See if you're flexible enough to keep your torso straight up so those nice long legs of yours don't slide off."

As soon as you release the counter you feel your body slipping forward, your own juices enabling the slide. But the owner of the shop steps forward, pushing his hand against your crotch to hold you in place.

A gasp escapes you, nearly followed by a moan. You tried to deny it before but you knew you were on display. Hell, your clothes hide next to nothing, and probably just make you seem more than naked. It shouldn't be giving you such a thrill, but you have to admit that in the two-plus weeks of wearing ever-more-scanty clothes your modesty seems to have shrivelled up like the last dick of the last boyfriend you'd had back home.

You can feel your face flaming beneath your tan as you stare up at the ceiling. With your back arched your tits try to jut out. With their small size the arching of your back really just makes them seem smaller, though your nipples jut out like erasers. The clicking of the camera nearly makes you cum, and you hold the position, hoping to feel the man's hands moving you into another position, one more exposing, more humiliating...

"All done. You can pick your tickets."

"Done?" you ask the ceiling, holding your pose for a few more seconds in case he should change his mind. Finally you begin to move, lifting your legs to the ground before sliding off the counter. You don't even bother to tug down your top or skirt, though you wince a little at the small smear of juices you've left on the counter. "Wait... tickets?"

"Sure," he smiles, "I figure that's enough for two tickets. Take your pick."

Perking up at the freebie you inspect the board of tickets, trying to 'feel' which is lucky. After leaning over them for a minute - and feeling two sets of eyes inspecting your backside - you pick out two and use a coin to scratch away at it.

"Um... did I win?" you ask uncertainly.

The two men rush forward, eagerly pushing up against you as they look down at the tickets, their hands resting on your bare back.

"Aw, you didn't win," one says, making you sag in disappointment. You'd felt so sure...

"Didn't win big," the owner corrects, picking up the tickets. He discards one, but looks more carefully at the other, raising your hopes. "But this one gets you two bucks."

For a moment you hear 'two fucks' before your brain interprets his words, and disappointment strikes again. "Oh..."

"Now now, don't be upset. You came in with fifty cents and came out with two dollars. Heck, you could even buy another ticket if you wanted."

Smiling a little you shake your head. "I better not. Now at least I have enough money for the dryer."

The man chuckles, fishes out two dollar bills and hands them over. You turn to leave when he speaks. "Say, I don't suppose you'd let me take one last picture, would you? I like to snap pictures of all the winners."

"Winners? Uh, wh-what kind of picture?" you ask, feeling a fluttering in your crotch at the thought.

"Well..." he winks, "Kind of a dirty picture, but I'll give you back your fifty cents if you do it."

Gulping, you nod, trying not to be too eager and fail.

After he takes his picture you head back to the laundromat giggling at the odd picture the owner had taken of you. You wonder why he wanted you to pose like that, but you wonder even more just what you'll do while your clothes dry.

Back in the convenience store, out of your sight and hearing, the men gather round the counter, watching as the owner works on his computer. In short order he has the picture of you printing out in color on a large piece of glossy photo paper.

"Christ that girl's hot...." mutters one, but then they both laugh as they focus on more than just you.

Sitting back on the counter, your legs spread and naked but for your heels, one hand reaches up around you leg, a dollar bill pressed half an inch into your pussy, its dimension just barely hiding your slippery slit while doing nothing to hide the lack of hair in the surrounding crotch. The other arm presses against your left boob, holding the lottery ticket over the thick nipple and aureola while your fingers close around the last dollar bill and the nipple beneath it, stretching that breast away from your body and showing the watcher the tanned underside of your breast.

'For just two bucks you too can get lucky,' it reads.

"Damn, what're you going to do with that?" the guys ask.

The owner smiles, gets some suction cups with alligator clips attached to them, and places the picture in his front window. "Advertising."