Heather was a typical teenager, at least for her neighborhood at the Burning Bush Mobile Home Park. She had recently turned seventeen, and most of her last few years at Springville High School had been occupied with her efforts to be cool, to dress like the cool kids, and to get attention from the older boys in school. She had been moderately successful in each of these efforts. But her grades weren’t good, and she had done poorly in many of her classes. Despite her somewhat revealing outfits, and her lean and sexy body, not even her male teachers had given her much of a break on her grades. So now that she was about to graduate, she was looking for a job. So far, she knew she didn’t want to work in the diner, like her ma, or in a fast food place. But she really didn’t have much of a plan.

She had managed to be part of the “cool kids” largely by hanging with the cheerleaders, and dressing like they did, in short skirts, short-shorts, and tube tops or skimpy tank tops. Since her ma worked at the diner and slept in well past the time Heather had to walk off to her high school, Heather had no guardrails on what she wore. Her father was unknown, and her ma never saw her in the morning, and didn’t seem to care even when Heather would roll in wearing a pair of tiny shorts that revealed her butt cheeks, and a thin cotton t-shirt that did little to conceal her perky nipples and firm tits. As far as boys went, she found that once she started giving blow jobs to a few football players, the word spread, and soon she was getting asked out by lots of boys and could decide who she wanted to play with. She had lost her virginity in the past year and once she found a boy who knew what he was doing eating her little shaved pussy, she really liked sex. And she didn’t mind that she had a reputation as a little slutty, as it got her extra attention from the senior boys at her high school. She hopefully would graduate in the spring and would barely make it with her C average grades, and her attitude toward school. She had no interest in going off to college, which sounded like just more of the same schoolwork she hated in high school. She didn’t know what she would do, but she knew she could get a job at the diner or maybe even become a dancer at the Glitter Club, where several of the twenty and thirty-something MILF’s in the trailer park worked. The only problem there was the club was pretty strict about hiring only girls over eighteen, and she had about six months till she was 18.

The other problem with the dancing job, from Heather’s perspective, was that she wasn’t a stunning beauty. She did have a body that attracted male attention. She was now about 5’ 10”, and she had a cute little bubble butt and a nice pair of high-riding firm and pointy small b-cup tits, that she could show off in a sexy top without the need to wear a bra. She also had a taut and firm tummy with no fat at all, and her lean hips and flat tummy were her sexiest feature, especially when she wore a cropped or tied-off top, along with a low-riding skirt, or a pair of tiny, low-riding cut-off shorts. Although Heather was naturally a brunette, she had bleached her hair blonde, as part of her effort to be part of the cool crowd.

This later afternoon, she was dressed in what would be called a “slutty schoolgirl outfit”- if she were twenty-something and wearing it as a Halloween costume or a stripper’s outfit. It was the sort of outfit that some hookers wore along the streets of big cities where a hot schoolgirl cosplay outfit could get an extra $2-300 for young girl roleplay. But Heather was not wearing a costume; she was a real teenager in high school, even though she had put on the slutty outfit after school, just to look sexy for any senior boys she ran into. She had actually worn what most girls wore to school -a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. She just happened to be hanging out at the local 7-11 in the outfit, waiting for a friend who was supposed to meet her there after school. Heather’s friend Bella was notoriously late, so it wasn’t a surprise that she was still waiting, fifteen minutes after the time they were supposed to meet.

There she was, in a white schoolgirl shirt, tied off just under her pointy tits, with a short plaid skirt rolled up to make it even shorter riding across her bony hips and showing off a wide expanse of ribcage, and a pale stretch of flat sexy tummy. Just below, her lightly furred pussy encased in a pair of Tweety Bird cotton panties, was just barely hidden by the little plaid skirt. She was even wearing a pair of chunky-heeled Chuck Taylor-style tennis shoes, with a pair of pink striped thigh-high socks, that added a couple of inches to her long, sexy legs and her tall lean frame. Her bleached blond hair had been pulled to the sides and then tied off in pigtails with pink scrunchies. The pigtails did make her look young and almost innocent, but some costumes even came with pigtail wigs, so it could have just been part of her costume.

There she stood in front of the convenience store, leaning back against the cast-cement garbage bin, her sexy waist thrust forward and her long legs stretched out long and sexy in front of her, as she looked off in the distance with a bored look on her young face. The final touch was that Heather’s mom had just signed off to allow her to get a belly-button piercing last month, and her latest boyfriend had splurged on a flashy belly button ring, that included a big aquamarine stone in the main piece, with a series of three dangling silver chains adorned with sparkling faux diamonds jangling from the aquamarine setting. It was just the sort of thing a stripper would show off on stage.

It was about this time that Len, a pharmaceutical sales rep, was driving through Springville, on his way to a sales call the next day in Columbus, about 3 hours away. He needed gas, so when he saw the hot girl in front of the 7-11, he decided to stop and fill up. He slid his Mercedes in front of the pump and began filling up, keeping one eye on the girl leaning up against the garbage bin near the convenience store’s front door. She looked absently in his direction and even broke a little smile when he smiled and nodded in her direction. But she immediately looked away, as if looking for someone she was meeting. Len was fifty, and divorced, and after a series of relationships, had given up on finding another life partner. But he was open to having sex with random hook-ups and even hire hookers to help satisfy his active libido. Encouraged by the little smile from the girl in the sexy outfit, he decided to see what her story was. While she was dressed like a big city hooker in a schoolgirl outfit, she looked young for a hooker. But from Len’s perspective, the younger the better, as long as she was legal. She had to be legal with that slutty piercing jewelry dangling from her belly button.

After filling up, Len walked up to the girl and said hello.

“I’m Len,” he said, “and what is your name, beautiful?”

“I’m Heather,” she answered with a little giggle. She looked away as if embarrassed by his attention.

“You’re not a cop, are you Heather,” Len asked, just to be sure he wasn’t being set up.

“Hahaha,” Heather laughed, “I’m not even old enough to be a cop. I don’t turn eighteen till June.”

“Well, now that we know you’re not a cop, how much for full service?” Len asked, looking the girl over.

“What? What are you talkin’ about ... I don’t work for this fuckin’ gas station, dude.” Heather sputtered. Then she noticed his leering look.

“O my gawwwd,” Heather almost shouted. “I’m not a fuckin’ whore, dude. What the fuck? I can’t believe you thought I was a fuckin’ hooker!”

Len laughed out loud. But he was surprised that it appeared that this girl really was not a hooker, just dressed like one. He was amazed that she did not understand why he thought she was. “Maybe you should take a look in a mirror, babydoll! You’re dressed like a streetwalker and leaning up against a garbage barrel.”

“Fuck you,” Heather spat out, standing up straight and backing away from Len, toward the side of the store. “I’m not a hooker, and I wouldn’t do an old guy like you anyway! I can’t believe you thought I’m a fuckin’ hooker.”

Len followed the girl and stepped even closer as she turned the corner of the building. When she stopped and gave him a nasty look, he reached out and held the dangling ends of her belly button jewelry, and then slid his hand over to her exposed hip and gave a gentle squeeze. He pulled his left hand out of his pocket with 5 twenty-dollar bills in it and flashed them toward the girl.

“You sure you’re not interested in making a hundred dollars just for showin’ me those cute little titties?” Len smiled as the girl looked at the bills with her jaw hanging open. She didn’t move away, just stared at the large bills he held in front of her.

“What are you sayin?” Heather said, still looking at the bills and not moving from Len’s hand on her sexy hip. “What would I have to do?”

It was funny the effect that a hundred dollars had on her attitude. Her question told Len she was thinking about his offer.

“Just open your shirt up for me,” Len said, then added, “looks like you ain’t wearin’ a bra.”

She took the wad of bills, said, “Don’t need to,” and pulled the ties of her blouse apart, allowing the short blouse to hang loosely over her tits. Len took hold of each of the ties, and pulled the shirt open, and when he let go the ties rested to the side of the pointy tits. He gently tweaked each nipple as she looked down at his big hands.

“I think you like me touchin’ you,” Len said, “and I got another thousand, if you come with me to my hotel for an hour.”

“You wouldn’t be doing anything you ain’t already done, babe,” Len told her, looking steadily into her eyes. “And there’s lot’s more where this came from.”

“And if you like it, a beautiful girl like you can easily make $2- 3,000 a day. I’d help you do it. What do you make in whatever little job you’re doing now, Heather?”

“Well, I ain’t got a job right now,” Heather admitted sheepishly, looking down at her high-heeled tennis shoes. “But I was workin’ at the Burger King for $15 an hour for a couple weeks, and I could go back there.”

What really had Heather interested, though, was that this guy said she was beautiful.

Len smiled warmly.

“Turn around, Heather,” he said firmly, as he pulled her lightly by her hip, and she slowly turned in front of him. “You workin’ at a Burger King would be a terrible waste of your beautiful, sexy body. I can’t understand why a girl as gorgeous as you would work for $15 an hour when you could be making $500 or $1,000 an hour easily.”

“$1,000 an hour,” Heather repeated, as though in a trance. “Wow, I could get me a car, making that kind of cash.”

Then, as if coming bac to reality, she looked Len in the eye. “You really think I’m beautiful, eh?”

“Babe, that beautiful face and smokin’ body, you could be drivin’ a new Mercedes, if that’s what you want,” Len said, sweeping his hand back and pointing toward his own S-Class Mercedes

“But I could never do it with old guys, and fat guys and shit,” Heather said with a little sneer turning up her cute nose.

Len smiled, “I bet you’ve had sex with some guys already when you was drinkin’ and woke up the the next morning and said: ‘I can’t believe I fucked that dude’”

“It’s the same thing, babe. Let’s have a drink and we can talk about it—whaddya say? I’m buyin’, all night,” Len said with a big smile. As he smiled he reached out and gently put his hand on Heather’s exposed hip, gently brushing over her taut flesh, and giving Heather goose bumps as his hand swept up over her back and then gently down to her thigh.

“Tie that little shirt back up, and let’s go,” Len said, taking her by her hand before she could answer.

“Well, I guess we could get a drink,” Heather gave Len a weak smile. She tied the top loosely as she followed him to his car.