"Uh," was the cunning plan she came up with, her mind frozen between somersaults at reaching the goal and smacking herself for being thwarted at the last moment.
"Oh hey, just a sec," the man, whose overalls had a name-tag that read Carl, reached into his pocket, pulling out a phone. He stared at it a moment, whistled, turned his stare to her, and then showed her the phone.
Julie's jaw dropped as she was presented with a picture of herself in the middle of being fucked, a picture that gave way to one after another until it showed her back spattered with cum. A message below the slideshow read "hore fucked me 2 get in!!"
"Well," Carl said, looking her up and down like a sack of meat. "Maybe we can work out some sort of deal where I don't bust you for trespassing, huh?"
Julie nodded, looked at the envelope, and nodded.
Carl threw the garbage into a smelly bin. "Climb in."
"What?" she looked from the bin to him, wrinkling her nose.
"Oh, so you're dumb on top of being a whore. Climb in," he said slowly, enunciating it to her like she was a retard. "Unless you want to be fucked out in the open."
Julie flushed, taking another look at the envelope. She could fuck him here where she'd be close to it, but he might shoo her away before she could get to it. On the other hand, she could let him take her elsewhere and then sneak back here afterward. |