The hell he didn’t like it. He was getting harder inside me by the second. And I was getting wetter. If I wasn’t careful, we’d end up fucking again and I wouldn’t earn anything.
“When I’m whoring, Jack, my name is Marylou.”
We slid into the last open parking spot at the bus depot. The Cavalier sputtered and died.
“No gas,” Dean said with deep satisfaction. He turned to the back seat. It was magic hour and his gorgeous, regular features were luminous. His eyes were intense green dares that could provoke me to do anything. Behind his head, the bus depot glowed in the lowering sunlight, full of seedy promise.
“Marylou, there’s a lot on the line. Go in and see if anybody is interested. Jack and I will discuss which of us wants to pimp you the most.”
With a welling of idiot emotion, I suddenly felt like I could do anything for these wonderful guys, down to earning gas money. But I was also a regular college girl, and I was nervous about this bat-shit insane escapade I was starting.
“Okay, boys. Here goes nothing.”
I flashed what I hoped was a dazzling smile and strode away, toward the bus station.
A girl must be open to new experiences.
* * *
Despite the full parking lot, the bus depot was largely empty. Even so, I made a scene. The men inside (it was only men) looked bleary, unkempt, and low-end, just like me. I checked myself in a glass door and saw smeared lipstick and wind-tossed hair.
Still, I was a hot young woman in a shiny little dress. I was showing a lot of breast—not just down the front but the sides too. My back was bare down to my ass. My legs, except for the top few inches, were uncovered. I was comprehensively open to inspection.
I was inspected, all right. Here was a sexy woman clomping past each man in turn as if she was waiting for something. They stared like I was a winning lottery number and either smiled back or turned surly when I smiled at them. I think I preened a little—I’m so vain!
Jack and Dean followed me. Dean winked and took a seat, clearly enjoying himself.
Jack looped his arm through mine. “Find one, yet?”
I wanted things to start happening. I simply nodded at the nearest man.
“Here’s one,” I said. My voice was husky in a way I hadn’t heard before.
The man was young, college-age like we were. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. We were right in front of him, so I twirled a little. His fascinated eyes roamed up my legs, over my ass, to my breasts, then face—then back down to start over again.
“She’s a handful,” Jack told him.
“I believe it,” College Boy said. To my relief, he sounded normal and non-crazy.
“You don’t have to take my word for it.”
“Huh?”
Jack guided me over and pressed me into the seat next to him. College Boy seemed nervous about that. I turned toward him and stared, perhaps a little too intensely. I was turned on and steaming like a bachelor pad Jacuzzi, breathing deeply through wet, messy, fresh-kissed lips. I wanted to memorize his features. In the first five seconds of sitting close to him I knew I could fuck him.
“Think of her as a short-term girlfriend,” Jack said. “I have to do something for about ten minutes, so you keep her company. You can make out with her.”
“I—what?” College Boy glanced at me, and I nodded.
“A dollar a minute,” Jack added.
Too high! I thought. He’ll never go for it.
So help me, a part of me wanted to just work for free until I gained enough experience.
College Boy still didn’t move.
“Marylou,” Jack said, “hold his hand.”
I took one of his hands in both of mine. He glanced at me tremulously. I loved that he was nervous. His hand felt strange and hot. I was so turned on.
“Kiss his hand,” Jack said.
I gave it a long kiss on the palm. His fingers curled around my face.
“Isn’t she great?” Jack asked. “Put his finger in your mouth.”
I finally had something to suck. I closed my lips over his forefinger and slid them down to the knuckles, washing his finger with my tongue. I sucked him, moving his hand in and out, watching his awed expression.
I didn’t even know his name.
I was such a whore!
“She’s good at this,” Jack said. “Marylou likes hooking up with guys. Only, we need gas money.”
“All I have is ten dollars left,” College Boy said with deep regret. “I just bought my ticket.”
I plied him with more finger blow-job. I tried to be sexy—I wanted this gig!
He wavered.
“Dollar a minute?” he asked. “To make out?”
We had him!
“See you in ten,” Jack said. He gave me a proud look and turned away. In the distance, Dean gave me a thumbs-up.