Marni walked down the poorly paved road toward the local circle K. It was about 4 pm and traffic was steady. The constant click of her stiletto heels on the pavement was drowned out by the hum of vehicles passing her on the country street.
She passed several trailers and an abandoned barn on her short walk to the convenience store. Occasionally she would hear a dog barking from behind the houses she passed. More than once vehicles honked their horn at her, and some even rolled down their windows to whistle and shout obscenities in her direction.
Marni was 5'6 and voluptuous with large double D breasts that made her hourglass figure slightly top heavy. She had long blond hair, cheaply died with brunette roots at her temples. Today she had her hair pulled back tightly on the top of her head, in what she called, a "fuck me pony tail."
Marni always dressed to show off her assets. She knew how to use her body to get what she wanted. Long acrylic nails, with a toned body decorated with an assortment of tattoos, a butterfly on her lower back and star pattern on her foot, a small cross on the inside of her left wrist topped off with a naval and tongue piercing made her the epidemy of cheap southern style.
Today she wore a short body con dress that clung tightly and fell barely an inch below her pussy. She knew her ass cheeks peaked from the bottom of the dress. The plunging neckline exposed most of her breasts and she completed the outfit with a pair of 5-inch pumps. She loved the way men stared at her when she dressed this way. She knew she could get anything she wanted from them when they looked at her with lust in their eyes and that was the way she had gotten most of what she currently possessed. Generally, men gave her things as gifts or tokens of appreciation for her freely given favors, but she had to admit she had turned a few tricks, of the money on the nightstand variety. But she didn't like to think of those times and for the most part she abstained from prostitution.
Surely there would be someone at the corner store who would want to buy her some cigarettes and a cola. She walked into the store and saw that it was deserted. No one was inside except the attendant, Kurt. It was a small town and the circle K was one of her usual haunts, where else was there to hang out in this shit hole.
She walked up to the counter and pressed her large breast together with her arms. She never wore bras and her nipples were becoming hard from staring at Kurt's muscular arms.
"Pack a smokes on the house?," she asked with her best smile and exaggerated southern drawl.
Kurt looked her up and down and began shaking his head slowly, "Come on now baby, you know that ain't gonna work on me."
Marni sighed, this was going to be harder than she thought. "Oh, just one pack, Kurt I need my smokes," she implored.
"Please," she begged.
"I'll show you my tits."
He chuckled, "Baby, everyone in the county has seen your titties."
He turned his back on her.
Fuck, she thought, she was desperate for her cigs and she was flat broke. She looked out maybe there was someone in the parking lot she could ask to help her out, but at the moment, the place was empty.
"Kurt, love, help me out?," she begged once more.
