The Girls
Chapter 5—Laura: Cat Called
Walking home, Laura sighed. With the exception of Hailey’s antics that morning, she hadn’t even noticed the odd actions of the girls around her. She couldn’t stop thinking about two things; boys, and money. Unlike most girls of her age thinking about the same things, however, Laura had more serious issues to worry about. Her mother had been divorced for just over ten years now, and Laura hadn’t even seen her dad in three. He used to pay child support regularly, however since July of last year, the payments had dropped off entirely. Her mum was working double shifts, but it wasn’t enough. Laura needed to get a job of her own, which brought her to her second trouble. Boys.
Laura knew that it was an honour to be part of the elitest group in school, and she fully appreciated it. She also knew, however, what kind of an upkeep it was. New clothes and new shoes (which, if she got a job, she’d again be able to afford) and time, time, time. Laura had been without a boyfriend now for a few months, which was really the upper upper limit for the group. Rinnny was the only other one who hadn’t had a boyfriend for that long, but Rinnny had never had a boyfriend, and somehow that was okay with the rest of the group. Laura, however, had been getting funny glances for a while now, and if she didn’t get a boyfriend soon, then her social status might disappear completely.
The trouble was, the kind of boyfriend required to remain in with the group was the kind who would expect her to be available every Friday and Saturday night, and a number of weeknights as well. The hours which would be expected of her if she got a job. What’s more, none of the other girls in the group had a job, and while Laura was sure she’d get away with it, she certainly wouldn’t get away with a job AND being single.
So Laura’s mind was definitely elsewhere as she walked home. She was soon snapped out of her reverie, however, by the catcall of a construction worker. Between Laura’s house and the school, a new mall was being built (much to the delight of Laura’s group) and as such, Laura had to endure the lewd cries of the workers.
“Shake it baby, shake it!” yelled the sole construction worker. Normally there were five or six there, but today he appeared to be alone.
“You couldn’t afford it!” Laura yelled back. She was generally considered the queen of comebacks in the group, however she slightly quickened her pace. She didn’t want to use up her limited mental energy on this uncouth man.
“Oh no!? I’ve got twenty bucks right here, toots. If you ever want a real man, come in here!”
Laura stopped. She had been shopping with Megan on the weekend, and had been unable to buy the pair of shoes she wanted, because she was short exactly twenty dollars. Laura slowly turned, as did the wheels in her head. The construction worker was surprised, but quickly grinned, and continued to wave twenty dollars at him.
“How...how do I come in there?” Laura asked, a slight quiver in her voice. She didn’t even think to check if anyone was watching (fortunately for her, no one was.)
“You don’t cum in here, baby, I do!” the man yelled. Clearly he thought they were still merely exchanging retorts, and hadn’t noticed the change in tone.
Laura set down her school bag (it was mostly empty anyway) and considered the metal fence in front of her. As a young girl, her and her brother had climbed harder, but that was many years ago, and she was out of practice (and wearing high heels.)
The construction worker watched, amused, as the school girl he’d been calling out to climbed the fence. He briefly wondered if she was going to try to fight him, but he was fairly sure he could defend himself against the slip of a girl. As she landed safely on his side of the fence, he tried to work out what she was up to. The idea that she was actually taking him up on his offer didn’t even cross his mind, until the next thing that she said removed all doubt.
“Twenty bucks for a blow job.”
“I...uh, what?”
“If you give me twenty bucks, I’ll give you a blowjob.”
Laura looked at the worker in front of her. His name badge said his name was Jack. No, no, she thought, names were a bad idea. Keep it professional and impersonal.
“Are you serious, girly? Is this one of them police tricks?”
“Twenty bucks. Blow job. Can I make it any simpler?”
Jack thought about this. He didn’t know how much a typical whore charged for a blowjob, but the girl standing in front of him seemed to be hotter than your standard whore, and certainly didn’t look like she was carrying any kind of disease. He decided to try to push his luck.
“Twenty bucks if you’re nude while you do it.”
Laura considered this. She had never been a great negotiator, but she decided to give it a go.
“Twenty-five and you’ve got a deal.”
Jack’s eyes lit up. Not only was he going to get an unexpected blowjob, but he was going to get to see the hot school-girl who he passed every day completely starkers, and all for less than an hour’s pay. Heck, he was technically getting paid now, so when it came down to it, this blowjob could be considered “free”. He was certainly glad that he had come in to work today, and not gone with the rest of the crew to pick up some cement and lumber.
Laura eyed off the guy in front of her. He was slightly overweight, appeared to be about 30, but he wasn’t bad-looking. Laura had certainly sucked off worse, back when she was still climbing the social ladder. She went behind a nearby post, and started to undress. Within a few minutes, she was in the buff, and came back out to the construction worker.
Jack’s eyes bulged when he saw the 17 year-old beauty returning. She was about 5 foot 3, and slightly pudgy, but that didn’t stop her from being smoking hot. She had puppy fat in all the right places, pushing her breasts over the edge from a C-cup to a D-cup, and causing her to have a larger arse than most. Her legs were quite muscular as a result of dance, and she had light blonde pussy hair.
It wasn’t bikini season, and Laura hadn’t had a boyfriend in months, so her pussy hair wasn’t shaved or even trimmed, but she could tell that Jack didn’t mind. He just stared at her for a few seconds, before almost ripping off his pants.
“So,” he said, still slightly in awe, “How do you want to do this?”
Laura tried to remember how hookers acted in movies, but could only remember Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, and after a brief attempt to imitate her smile, decided not to even try.
“However you want to.” she replied, “Just as long as I don’t get dirty.”
Jack sat down on a bucket, and spread his legs. He had a 6 inch cock, which Laura was sure that she could handle. She’d once had a boyfriend of 9 and a half inches, and while she’d never actually managed to deep-throat him, she’d come pretty close.
As Laura knelt down in front of this near-total stranger, the depravity of what she was doing hit her. Here she was, buck naked, kneeling on a mat which Jack had generously put down for her so she didn’t get mud on her knees, in the middle of a construction zone, giving a blowjob for less than it cost to buy her cheapest textbook at school. Instead of embarrassment, however, she was surprised to feel arousal. Her cunt started to get wet as she took Jack’s dick into her mouth, and as the sweat of the construction worker hit her taste buds, she realised that she had never been as turned on in her life.
“Call me a whore” she said, which with a cock in her mouth sounded more like “Cor he ha hor”
“What?” asked Jack, starting to get a little nervous. The guys were due back in about 10 minutes, and if this bitch wasn’t any good, he’d be caught with his pants quite literally down.
“Call me a whore” Laura clarified, then went back to sucking.
“Uh, you’re a whore.” Jack stammered. He wasn’t sure what the girl was up to.
Laura groaned, and continued her blowjob with gusto. Jack looked down, and noticed that she had one hand on his balls, and the other in between her legs.
“The bitch gets off on this,” he thought, and then realised that he could vocalise that.
“You get off on this, don’t you, you bitch.” Laura’s whole body shook with excitement, which created some fantastic vibrations from Jack’s end. “You little slut. You whore. You’re nothing but a cheap tramp, you dirty pirate hooker.”
With each insult, Laura got more aroused, and Jack’s blowjob got better and better.
“Fucking cunt. Look at you. You absolute tramp. You, oh god, you’re the fucking best lay I’ve had, you whore. Tramp! Cunt! Bitch!”
As Jack’s obscenities got more and more degrading, Laura got closer to orgasm. When she felt the cum of a total stranger hitting the back of her throat, however, she came, hard, and started spluttering on the semen in her mouth.
Jack hadn’t blown his load that hard for several years now. The whore was definitely worth the $25 he paid. He watched as she rolled around in the mud which a few minutes ago she had tried to avoid touching at all. Her hand was still between her legs, and he realised that he’d found someone special.
Laura’s mind came back to reality, and she got up, blinked twice, and tried to brush the mud off. When she realised she couldn’t, Jack offered to hose her off, but she declined, and got dressed. Laura was just about to leave, when Jack said something which stopped her in her tracks.
“Tomorrow the whole crew’s going to be here. How much for you to do all 8 of us?”
Her mind working faster than it ever had before, Laura quickly did the maths. $25 by eight people—she could make a lot of money.
“$100.” she replied.
“Done.”
As Laura walked home, the sun began to set, and she thought of all the things she was going to do with her newfound source of income.