
Libby crawled from under the limp man, and slipping her dress on, returned to the diner. When the girl began picking up dishes from the table, her mother glanced over but said nothing.
The man came in a few minutes later, finished his cold cup of coffee and left. When Libby cleared his dishes away, she found a five-dollar bill folded under his saucer.
"How much did he pay us?" Libby casually asked her mother.
"Ten dollars," was her reply.
You fuckin' liar, Libby thought to herself as she walked out of the kitchen.
Within a few weeks, Libby was spending more time on the bed than she was spending in the diner. When the word got around that the little girl was available for a piece, she was getting almost more business than she could handle. Having discovered that she could detach herself from reality in bed, she really didn't mind the parade of faceless, nameless cocks that passed in and out of the trailer. Even though she knew her mother was only giving her a percent of the action, it was easier than waiting on tables and paid better than sucking cocks for two bucks, a trick.
Early one evening she was sitting on a stool at the counter, facing the tables and waiting for a proposition. Her bare legs were crossed, revealing her luscious naked thighs to the male customers.
