The truck drove away moments after Casey hopped out of it. She wiped the spit running down her chin on the back of her hand. The fresh load of spunk staining her throat had helped a little. The charm didn't feel like it was going to drive her mad, at least right now. She had fucked both the trickster and Derek only eight hours ago, and things had already grown this desperate. How much sex was she going to need to have to keep this thing under control?
She hoped Jordan found something out sooner than later. Maybe once she was home, this wouldn't be so difficult. Casey could find a few guys to hook up with, which would help keep the charm down. For now, she had to find another man to help her satisfy her needs. Even with the charm waning slightly, she was wetter than ever.
Casey was walking along the outskirts of the truckstop when the cashier from the gas station caught sight of her through the window and beckoned her inside. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she went inside the gas station.
"What do you think you're doing out there?" the man asked, a scowl on his face. "I don't let girls work out of here, I get in trouble with the cops." He was older, and it seemed more likely that he owned the place instead of just working here.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Casey answered smoothly. "I was just going for a walk, I'm staying at the motel."
"Don't play coy with me, I saw you getting out of the truck, I know exactly what you're up to." The man frowned, but he couldn't stop his eyes from moving along her body. "And you expect me to believe you were just going for a walk dressed like that?"
"Yes?" Casey offered with an innocent smile. It was clear the owner wasn't buying her act though. "Listen," she said, leaning forward and resting her elbows against the counter. The tight-fitting black tank top was low cut enough to show off an excessive amount of cleavage. "I'm just trying to get by. I'm all on my own and I don't have any money." She leaned even further forward, pouting at him. "I really don't have any choice."
The cashier, or Antonio from his name tag, eyes lingered on Casey's exposed cleavage for several long moments, as if he hadn't heard her at all. His gaze took in her body for a long while before he finally answered. "Alright, alright. I can't have you going around the parking lot though."
"What do you suggest then?" Casey asked. The charm might have been slated for a few minutes, but the need was building up in her again. "I just need the money." She left her actual need for cock unsaid.
"There's an old glory hole in the bathroom. It was there when I bought the place and I've never had it used before, but I haven't gotten around to patching it over yet." He rummaged through a draw and pulled out a key. "The folks who owned the place before me didn't have as many rules. Here's the deal. You go around back and get into the booth. You suck any guy off that I send back there and we split the profits, fifty fifty."
Casey immediately nodded and grabbed the key. "Deal." That arrangement was perfectly fine with her. The money was helpful, but she didn't really need it; as long as she got the cock she did need, it was all good by her.
"Go around the left side and we'll settle up when you're finished." Antonio shook his head. "I didn't think I'd ever put that thing to use."
"You're really helping me out," Casey smiled. He actually was; without his help, she would have been wandering the parking lot.