It doesn’t take much for a person to turn into a hooking whorish phone sex slut. I am in the doorway with a notice from the IRS. It says I owe an exuberant fee penalty. There isn’t anything in my shitty apartment to sell so, of course, I am giving my pussy up. I feel around the edges of my money maker and thank God for its tightness. It will bring me in a couple of hundreds at least. But then I get a better idea.phone sex

What if I go down to the IRS office and proposition one of the workers? That may actually work! So, with some haste, I put on a pair of nylon stockings and a black bikini. I sashay into the building where I am met with a scowl. I forgot this is the government and you can’t bribe those fuckers! So I am stuck with this outstanding bill and no one to use my pussy loving cream on….
That’s when you pull to the door and tell me to climb in. Of course, I am not going to hesitate. Bills have to be paid! I don’t know you from Adam and that’s fine!

You pull me into an abandoned alley and tell me to wait for instructions. I blink my eyes when you place the plastic bag over my head. Is this really how things are going to end. In a near-death experience, you depend on your survival instincts. But I find myself highly aroused. Before the world turns solid black drips of gunky spunk land on my thigh. You toss me a wad of cash and tell me to get out of your car. On an up note, The money for the IRS is in my hand. Plus we make arrangements for a more permanent arrangement!
My first day as a hooking hoe may have been weird. But at least its profitable.