"I'm so fucking broke." Jenn was bitching as we slurped our Slurpees, and settled in to watch Delta Force 2. We were on a Chuck Norris kick (pun intended) and it was too hot and lazy a Sunday afternoon to do much else. Jenn lived across the hall and we bonded over our love of stupid action movies. We became fast friends right away, and although she was gorgeous we had both been dating people when we met, so I never made a move on her, but was happy landing in her "friend zone" anyway.
"I'm doing okay, but nothing special." She was a mechanic but had just been laid off, and I had just gotten a job at a small newspaper doing ad sales. She had been making decent money but now was going broke because she was out of a job and had also dumped her boyfriend (he'd become a jerk after getting accepted into law school). He owed her a lot of money and didn't see any reason to pay it back now that they weren't together.
"Fuck, it's hot." She started fanning herself with the DVD cover. She was dressed for the heat -- a red-and-white striped bikini top just covered her amazing size Cs. Jenn had a nice, trim figure but some good curves, she was naturally curvy but worked out a lot to keep trim. She was a real tomboy and dressed to be comfortable, another nice perk to being her friend -- she matched the bikini top with some tight black gym shorts rather than something more stylish but less revealing.
"I could pour my Slurpee on you."
"Mmmmh, I'd consider it." She raised her own cup to press the cold drink against her tight stomach. "I wonder if that's anyone's fetish."
"Everything is somebody's fetish. We could probably flick to the pay-per-view and rent Slurpee Chicks Slurp Cocks #27"
She giggled and started seductively tonguing her Slurpee straw mock-porno style. I laughed. Always the ham, she rubbed the Slurpee cup between her breasts.
"Don't," I was crying I was laughing so hard. "You're killing me."
"Looks like I'm bringing you to life." She pointed down at my shorts -- my cock had sprung up. I couldn't help it.
"Give me a break, you're rubbing a Slurpee on your tits!"
She chuckled. "Maybe I should charge you to see me do stuff like that. It would solve my cash problem."
"Yeah, right."
We dropped it and went back to watching the movie. At least, I thought we had dropped it. After five or ten minutes she turned back to me. "What do you think I could make with that?"
"With what?"
"You know. Charging."
I was lost. "Charging for what?" I started drinking my quickly melting Slurpee again.
"You liked the Slurpee on my tits. What would you pay me to lick some Slurpee off them?"
I choked as I drank. She laughed as I sputtered and caught my breath. "Jesus, Jenn, if you want some money I'll lend you some."
"I don't want to borrow money. I'm serious. What would you pay to lick Slurpee off my tits."
"You're serious."
"Yeah."
I didn't know what to think about this, but thought, hey, why not play along. "I don't know. Twenty bucks."
"That's it?"
"That's not bad. I'm just licking your tits."
