Chapter 3

Karen had two fifty-dollar bills and John Krone’s business card on her dresser. She stuffed the money and the card into her jeans pocket as she headed out the next morning. She had to put in a four-hour lunch shift at the burger joint.

That afternoon, working the cash register, she looked at the men differently. How big were their cocks? Would they pay her to jack them off? Would they want to take her to a motel room for money? Karen was getting really horny thinking these thoughts. By the time she punched the time clock, her pussy was wet.

Karen changed into her jeans and rushed over to 7th Street. Her heart was pounding extra fast as she reached Seventh and started to walk along. She tried to make eye contact with some drivers, but no one stopped.

There was a pay phone at the convenience store, so Karen thought she would call John Krone. She thought he might be home on Sunday afternoon. The phone rang several times, and a woman answered and said, “Hello.” Karen quickly hung up. Was it his wife? His girlfriend?

Karen walked across the convenience store parking lot. A man yelled to her, “Hey, you need a lift?”

Karen walked over to the man and said, “Which way are you going?”

“Anywhere, I’m just driving around,” he replied.

He was in his mid-thirties, overweight, and he wore big glasses. His car was an older Chevy sedan. Karen got in the passenger seat.

The two drove for a few minutes. Karen started to feel uncomfortable. The guy’s car smelled funny and was very dirty. A stained T-shirt covered his big belly. They hadn’t introduced themselves to each other, and she didn’t know his name. She blurted out of the silence, “I’m Karen.”

“Ronny,” he replied.

Karen had never had to initiate the conversation about sex with her previous two encounters, and Ronny was kind of gross-looking, so she was having second thoughts. She finally said softly, “I can make you feel good for fifty bucks.”

“Wow, really?” Ronny smiled, showing his stained, crooked teeth.

“You’ll suck my wiener for fifty, huh?” Ronny said as he stared down the road.

The cute teen had only had jacking him off in mind, but she hated the negotiation part of her new job, so she just said, “Find somewhere.”

Ronny told Karen that he lived about five miles away, and they could go there. Karen didn’t say a word.

They pulled up in front of a small, broken-down-looking old house. Ronny said, “I live around back.”

Karen got out of the car, her stomach had nervous butterflies as she walked around the side of the old house behind the smelly, fat Ronny. A small, old garage was Ronny’s house. It had a couch, TV, and refrigerator on an oil-stained concrete floor. The smell was awful. Old fast food wrappers and soda cans littered the garage, and a single bare bulb lighted it.

The cute teen wanted to get her money and get it over with quickly. Ronny had other ideas as he sat down on the couch. “Sit down,” Ronny said, “make yourself at home.”

Karen sat down on the couch with her arms folded next to Ronny.

“You’re a cute girl, Karen. I love your hair.”

Ronny put his arm around Karen and kissed her head.

Karen pulled back and said, “I need the money first.”

Ronny got up and went into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. “Can I see you naked for an extra fifty?” Ronny asked.

Ugly Ronny was all of a sudden Ronny the great, in Karen’s mind.

“Yes!”

Ronny handed the teen two fifties, and Karen grabbed them and shoved them in her jeans pocket.

Ronny and Karen then quietly started to undress themselves in the old garage. Ronny was uglier than Karen had expected. His belly was huge as he sat back down on the couch in his stained briefs and black socks. His pale skin and fat ripples were in sharp contrast to the cute, slender teenage female with the smooth, tanned skin. She sat down in just her bra and panties.