Jazzy wiggled her bulging chest at each passing car. Wearing bright red lipstick, stiletto heels and a tight, thigh-high florescent green dress Jazzy was on the prowl.
A guy stopped. "What ya selling?"
"You a cop?"
"Fuck no sugar. I'm just looking for a blow. How much?"
"Head's a hundred," Jazzy said, glancing around. "Show me your cock, so I know you ain't a cop." The guy pulled out a long black throat-chocking prick. "Okay, drive to the alley."
Five hours later, she'd turned six more tricks. Three BJs, two twat twisters, and one up the ass. The last john was a fat guy with a fat prick who shoved a dildo up her cunt as he reamed out her asshole. But he paid extra.
Jazzy was sore, but happy.
Now rent was due, she needed more money. Pulling out some worn pom-poms, Jazzy jumped up doing her old high school cheerleading routine, showing her hoo-haa to the traffic.
A rusted pick-up pulled up." How much you charging, sweet-tits?".
"You a cop?"
"Do I look like a cop?" The dusty and paint-covered man smiled.
"Show me your prick." He did. "What ya want?"
"Piece of tail."
"Pull around the corner." Jazzy walked around the corner swaying her bouncy ass. Butt wiggling was good for business.
As the man humped her, Jazzy stared up past his head at the elm trees waving in the wind. The man grunted and humped her pussy hard. Jazzy let out a sigh, not from the fucking but because the trees reminded her of home.
This john was longer than most, and his prick banged against something deep inside her hole. He let out one long moan before filling her crack with cum. Like a good whore Jazzy waited for him to roll off of her before moving.
The used condom flew past her face and out the window. Watching as the john pulled his jeans up, Jazzy thought that he was kinda cute. Muscular with a sweet face. The guy reminded her of Uncle Ross.
She smiled at the thought before pulling herself up to leave. Jazzy smoothed down her dress and headed out to the street. The john didn't even look her way as he drove past.
Jazzy heaved a sigh. Why would he look? A used whore is worth less than a used condom. Jazzy returned to her spot to pace and wiggle, and wait for another customer.
A beat-up Chevy drove past her twice before making a U-turn. Pulling alongside her, she saw two Puerto Ricans staring at her ass.
"Chica, how much for fuck-suck?"
"Two bills for a fuck, hundred for a suck." Jazzy leaned forward, letting her tits hang out. The car reeked of weed, and Jazzy noticed a third guy in the backseat. "Hundred each."
"Com'on Chica, give us a break. Por favor... maybe a group rate? How 'bout hundred-fifty for all three of us?" He asked with a toothy grin. Jazzy shook her head.
"Okay lady. Two suck and one fuck for a hundred-fifty. That's all money we have, okay lady?"
She was stunned at being called a Lady. Jazzy thought about it for a moment and got in the car. They handed her a baggie of wadded up tens and twenties. "Pull into that alley."
In the alley, the enthusiastic guys scrambled around the car and shoved Jazzy on her back, spreading her legs wide. A guy named Hector pumped her pussy, while another guy fucked her mouth, and a third guy, Loco squeezed her boobs while flicking her nipples with his tongue.
These guys were like horny minions.
Someone yelled in Spanish. Jazzy's arms were pulled above her head by the man fucking her pussy. She felt something wet in her crack as his cock jerked. Dammit, Hector wasn't wearing a condom!
Her arms were held in place as the prick in her mouth spewed. Jazzy swallowed down all the cum, just as the limp prick in her pussy slip out. But before she could speak, another prick slammed into her pussy.
The bastards didn't pay for TWO pussy fucks.
Jazzy looked between her legs to see Loco. And Loco pounded her pussy so hard the old car bounced. Then Jenna felt another cock pushing into her mouth. She could taste sperm and pussy juice on his cock, and she knew it was Hector.
After the guys spewed, they traded places again. Jazzy knew they wouldn't stop until every prick had fucked her mouth and pussy. It wasn't the first time she'd been abused and used.
****
Jazzy closed her eyes and thought of her brother, Buck. How many times had he done this to her? In high school, her older brother would drag her behind the gym, strip her clothes off. Then hold her down, and pimp her out.
He'd charge his friends to fuck her pussy and mouth. It was Jazzy's first, awful experience in paid sex, and a preview of her sex career.
****
After the last guy shot his load, Jazzy pushed down her skirt, struggled to her feet and slapped two of them. She was pissed, and they knew it. They whispered to each other in Spanish, and pulled out a bag of wadded up five-dollar bills.
"Here you go pretty lady. You fuck muy good!"
Taking the big bag, Jazzy was so pleased she almost peed her panties.
The next day, at Truckstop 66. The place was buzzing, and Jazzy got 'dates' one right after another. It was like prick fishing in a barrel!
Jazzy just finished one truck-fuck and hadn't even climbed down when the trucker next to her yelled out. "How much for a piece?"
She rattled off the price, and he held open his door. Jazzy climbed in as the guy goosed her butt. The guy paid extra to fuck her ass. After the john finished, Jazzy stumbled out of the truck pulling up her sticky panties.
