"Tell them a milkshake costs a buck and that dipping fries in your ketchup holes costs two," the voice ordered.
It cropped her ass to make its point. Still, Cara hesitated. She was a good girl, nearly a virgin. She got good marks in school. She was not a whore.
The choker cropped her again, leaving a red welt across her toned ass and making her skirt fly up with the phantom gust of air, flashing her pussy at the guys. Cara found herself naming the cheap price of her fresh holes.
The guys looked at each other, and then at the piece of girlmeat that's walked into their lives.
"I've got a buck."
"I've got five."
"Get in."
Cara found herself sprawling across the lap of the guy in the passenger seat, blowing the driver slowly as the other guy hiked up her good-for-nothing skirt and spanked her aching ass.
The car pulled in the back behind a strip mall, not far from her school. There was a chainlink fence on one side and locked delivery bays on the other.
The guys made her get out of the car, lean over the hood, and spread her legs. |