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The Bikini Barista

Date: 6/23/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Male/Teen Female, Older Male / Female, Teen, Virginity, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 91, Source: sexstories.com

in 10's of thousands. So just decide Katrina, and if you don't want to, don't worry about it. Plus, that is probably not how you want your first time to go. . . but holy shit, a guy would pay a fortune to know he was your first." "You . . . you think I could get $3500?" Katrina stammered. She didn't think she could ever do this, but that was a lot of money. "Shit, probably way more. The guy I got 3500 from was really horny for me and we agreed on $2000. We were in his car, doing the deed and I could tell he was close so I asked if he wanted to take off the condom and finish inside. He begged me to let him and I told him it would cost him another $2000. He said he only had another $1500 in his account, so I decided to accept it. I had to douche that night, but I am on IUD so it wasn't like I could get preggo." Katrina felt the vibrations of the car minimize, it was finally warm. She threw it in reverse and backed down the drive. After she had talked to Judy she had felt kind of sick. She never could have thought of herself as a prostitute. A week later though she began to wonder how much money she could make, but still couldn't really stomach the thought. She had completely put it out of her mind for almost a week . . . until Mr. Johnson came by her window. Katrina hadn't done well at all in school and didn't really care much for studying anyway, but in her freshman year she had gotten William Johnson for beginning algebra. She had been fond of Mr. Johnson because he was ... the only guy teacher she ever felt understood that she didn't have trust of men, and he had been very patient and kind with her. She had gotten an A in his class. One of very few A's she ever got. "Hi I will take a grande . . . . Katrina? Katrina is that you?" He had said when he got to the walk up window. "Oh gosh, hi Mr. Johnson. How have you been?" She asked. "I. . .I am g-great. I didn't know . . . you worked here. . . " "Oh I just started." "Shouldn't you be off at college?" "Oh, maybe some day, but for now I just need to earn some money." Katrina told him. She couldn't help but notice him eyeball her when he thought she wasn't looking. Mr. Johnson was not what you would call a handsome guy. He was about 50, had a bit of a belly and obviously didn't spend time at the gym. He hair was nearly gone on top, giving him the "monk" hair-do. Katrina filled his order and he gave her a big smile and a great to see you, along with a $10 dollar tip. His ears were red as he left her window. She thought little of it. Mr. Johnson came back each of the next three mornings, and on the third one, he folded a $100 in with the dollar bills for the coffee. It shook Katrina a bit. She hadn't really bothered to put two and two together but obviously it wasn't Mr. Johnson's first time to the coffee house and if he knew to offer a huge tip, then he also knew why to do it. Katrina couldn't shake the thought from her head that her old teacher. . . . the only one she ever trusted . . . he . . . was ...