I have a good job; I have been working for Doc Gleason for a couple of years as his secretary receptionist.
At twenty-five I had my own apartment, car and a fiancé that I am engaged to me married to next June.
I live in Grimsby, a small bedroom town about a twenty-minute drive from Hamilton, our closest big city neighbor.
I have been blessed with an attractive body, long auburn hair, iridescent green eyes and 38C breasts. Guys were always hitting on me.
I had learned early in life only stupid girls give it away. If a guy wanted my body he would have to pay.
I had found a way to augment my income. I could easily pick up enough cash in a couple of days each month to cover my rent, car payments and a few other expenses.
Each month there was a "check day", the day the government mailed out benefit checks to seniors, single mothers, aboriginals and those on the welfare roll. For a couple of days the poor were rich.
At this time an ambitious girl could make a significant amount of cash in a short period of time.
I got home from work shortly after five and quickly showered and put on one of my slutty outfits, a black micro mini skirt and an elasticized red tube top with half my bare boobs spilling out over the top. I was a veritable stop sign for hard ons.
I quickly checked the answering machine and hopped into the Mazda for the short drive into Hamilton.
Like most of the whores I had "my corner". There is about a six-block stretch on Main Street where the whores wait for Johns to pick them up. My corner was right in the heart of the strip.
I parked my car in the grocery store parking lot and walked the couple of blocks to Main and Emerald Streets.
The police often had policewomen standing on the street as decoys. Most guys knew who they were because while they dressed provocatively they never showed too much flesh.
On the other hand my top was so low the top of my nipples were peeking out, no doubt I was the genuine article.
Traffic was heavy and there were already a couple of whores working. I took my place conspicuously offering my wares to passing cars.
I didn't have to wait long, in about ten minutes the old Ford pickup stopped where I stood.
I recognized the driver; it was Jim, a previous customer. Jim was a pudgy guy in his fifties. In his younger days he had had a full head of red hair, now it was mostly gray with only traces of red remaining.
"Whatcha have Jim, the usual?" I smiled.
Jim always choose a blowjob, Fifty bucks for sucking his cock topless and swallowing his load. It was an easy start for my night.
Jim leaned over and opened the door; I climbed into the cab with him.
It was a short drive to the rear of a school and soon I had my first mouthful of cock.
It was strictly mechanical. I pulled my top down allowing my tits to pop out and went down on Jim's cock which he already had out waiting for me. Jim's cock like everything else about him was average. I took him in my mouth and worked my expertise While I sucked Jim kneaded my tits like two lumps of pizza dough, stretching and squeezing, rolling my nipples between his chubby finger.
