A day of fundraising takes an odd turn.

Toni yawned. She’d been standing in the sun for several hours now - it was the annual appeal, and her job was to approach cars, jingle her red cup, and ask for money.

Fascinating stuff.

It was a good cause though, and Toni had been doing it for years. Even now, when she had a day-job which earned her more in an hour than their daily targets with the appeal, she was still happy to help out. The exposure was important, and it served as a nice contrast to her day-job: relaxing and social, where law could be the exact opposite.

Toni glanced over at Mark, her partner in fundraising. He gave her a grin - she knew for a fact that he was just as bored as she was, but had a theory that smiling fooled your mind into thinking you were having a good time. It was something he’d learned in business school - Mark ran a small domain registrar from home, and used the fundraising as an excuse to get out of the house.

Also, smiles meant larger donations - though this wasn’t a problem for Toni. She knew that her long, tanned legs and tight yellow shirt were the reason she never finished a day below the “expected target”.

Still, she thought, as her eyes scanned over the cars, pausing briefly on a red car up the road slightly, it’d be nice if something exciting happened. Exciting?

Toni reflected upon her odd thought. Nothing exciting ever happened while fundraising - sure, it would be nice, but it was as likely as the charity deciding that they had enough money and didn’t need volunteers any more.

The red car was getting closer.

Something exciting could happen, Toni admitted. Someone could donate a thousand dollars - I’ve heard of that happening before. Or Mark could pull out his cock and let her kneel in front of him... She flushed. What an odd thought. Mark? He was just another volunteer - she’d never been even remotely interested in him. Besides, she had a boyfriend - and she hated going down on guys.

But at that moment, her boyfriend felt so vague, so far away ... and Mark was so close.

Toni watched as the light turned red and Mark ran across the road, shaking his cup, grinning at the older ladies as they handed over coins, thanking the business-men as they handed over crisp bills.

It was all for a good cause.

She shook herself out of her reverie, and looked up. The red car was getting closer, and she knew that was her target. It was being driven by an older man - he was dressed casually, not wearing a suit and tie. Exactly the kind of man she could flirt with.

Yes, until the red car got close enough, Toni knew she was safe to distract herself by watching Mark.

She’d never even considered it before, but she somehow knew that under the shirt they’d given him for volunteering, Mark was definitely hiding some muscles. He’d be slender, toned - more Jackie Chan than Arnold Schwarzenegger. The kind of body that Toni loved.

She was getting wet just thinking about it.

The red car was rapidly approaching, and it was with a disappointed sigh that Toni stopped daydreaming about her sexy colleague, and focused on what she hoped would be her largest donation of the day. The car stopped directly in front of her - she had until the traffic lights changed to appeal to the man inside.

Toni rapped on the passenger-side window, and when the man lowered it, she was taken aback by his gaze. His eyes were a piercing blue, and when he looked at her, she felt as though he could somehow tell what she’d just been thinking about.

“What can I do for you, young lady?” he asked briskly, and for the second time in a few minutes, Toni found a red flush creeping up her neck. The script was short - the appeal worked based on quantity, not quality. Approach a thousand cars quickly, and you’ll take more money than making impassioned speeches to a hundred.

For most cars, just a rattle of the collection cup was enough. The red shield on the side held more weight than anything Toni could ever say.

But somehow, she knew that this car was different.

“We’re raising money,” Toni said demurely, surprised by how shy she suddenly felt. “For, uh...”

“For charity?” he asked with a grin, flashing his white teeth, somehow managing to give Toni the giggles with his simple question.

He was attractive - far more attractive than she’d realized at first. And that combined with the way she’d been lusting after Mark for the past few hours meant that she was abruptly feeling very giggly indeed.

“That’s right,” she said with a blush, and the man nodded.

“How much are you after?”

“Whatever you can give,” she said, and jingled the cup once more, wincing at the sound of the coins clashing within. She’d been shaking the cup all week, and it had never bothered her until then, but the noise suddenly felt harsh and unpleasant.

“Oh really?” the older man asked with a thin-lipped smile. “Anything I can give?”

“Of course,” Toni said, giggling once more.

Stupid, she told herself. That wasn’t even a joke.

“Why don’t you jump in the car?” he said, and Toni’s brow furrowed.

“I’m not supposed to ... I mean, I’ve got ... the light...”

She trailed off, confused. She knew something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Don’t worry about it,” the man said, and in that moment Toni trusted him. She did what he said, and her worries immediately melted away.

Glancing over to make sure that Mark didn’t see her getting in the stranger’s car - she didn’t want him to worry ... or get jealous! - Toni opened the door and sat on the cool leather seat. They felt great against her exposed legs, and when she noticed the man in the driver’s seat staring at them, she felt herself getting wet once more.

The lights changed, and Toni glanced out the windows, worried.

“Mark...” she murmured, but before she could finish the thought, was distracted by the feeling of the man’s hand on her leg.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ll get you back to your boyfriend soon.”

What? Mark wasn’t ... but no, that made sense. Mark was sexy and so was she ... so Mark must be her boyfriend.

That must be why they had sex so much.

Yes, Mark was her boyfriend. He had been ever since they’d met volunteering a year ago. She’d been so attracted to him, unable to resist asking him out. Since then, they’d been dating, making sure to fuck at least once a day.

She loved wrapping her legs around Mark’s toned body. Just thinking about it turned her on so much...

“Now, I believe you said you were looking for a donation.”

“Thas right,” Toni replied, trying to focus. “Whatever you can give.”

“Well, I’m a little short of cash at the moment, as I’m sure you can understand.”

“I understand,” she echoed, trying not to get distracted by all the movement outside the car. The man sitting next to her was focused on the road, and Toni’s attention was focused on him.

“But if you were to take off those uncomfortable clothes, perhaps you could tempt me into reaching a little deeper...”

Toni began removing her top without hesitation. It only took a few seconds for the yellow shirt to lay crumpled at her feet - her denim shorts were a little trickier to remove, but she breathed a sigh of relief when they were off. They were so uncomfortable - she hated that she had to wear them.

Taking them off was the perfect way to temp the man into a bigger donation. After all, that was why she wore such revealing clothes in the first place - to try to convince men to think with their cocks and donate. This was just the logical next step.

And it was for such a good cause.

The young woman didn’t object as the older man reached behind her and unclasped her bra. His eyes never left the road as he cupped her breasts - he didn’t remove the bra, just reached under it to tweak her nipples.

She moaned. It felt so good - just like when Mark did it.

After playing with her nipples for a few minutes, the older man ran his right hand up and down her legs a few times, before parting them slightly and reaching into her panties. She was so wet - she’d been so wet all week. Standing at the side of the road with her husband Mark each year, making eyes at each other ... it turned her on so much. It was her favorite part of the annual fundraiser.

One of his fingers found her clit, and after making her moan by dipping into her wetness, it started running over it repeatedly. Toni loved the sensation of having someone play with her clit, and soon she was squirming in the passenger seat, so aroused that there was a serious risk of her juices dripping onto the cool black leather.

Just as she was about to cum, the man stopped and turned to her. She blearily looked out the window with no idea where they were parked - how long had they been driving?

“Well,” he said, “you’ve convinced me. Would you like to receive my donation?”

Toni smiled triumphantly. She was the best in the business.

“Of course,” she said, reaching down for the cup, dreading the harsh sound of the coins within.

“Oh no,” the old man said with a tut. “I told you, I don’t have any cash.

“I was planning on making a sperm donation.”

“Oh...” Toni said, her brow furrowed. “I don’t know if...”

“You said you’d take anything I wanted to give,” he reminded her gently, and she nodded, blushing once more.