"I-I only got one," he stammered, pulling a worn bill out of his pocket.

"You know I ain't gonna suck anybody off for a lousy buck," she snapped.

"But," he argued, "Pa was standin' right by the cash register, and I couldn't get no more."

"No blow job for a lousy dollar," she continued. "But I'll jack you off for a buck."

"Bullshit!" stormed Billy. "I ain't paying anyone a dollar to jack me off when I can do it to myself for nothin'. Shit, I wouldn't pay you to suck me off if I could reach it with my own mouth."

"Then you might as well leave, Billy," she calmly replied. "I still ain't gonna suck nobody off for a stinkin' buck."

"Please," begged the boy. "Please, Libby, I'll bring the buck with me next Thursday."

"But you still owe me fifty cents from last week," the girl reminded him.

"That's all right, Libby, I'll pay it all back next Thursday, but please hurry up. I gotta get back."

"All right," she sighed, happy that he hadn't left. After all, she had been looking forward to having his hard cock in her mouth. "Come over on the porch where nobody can see us."

When he leaned back against the wall, Libby dropped to her knees in front of him and opened his fly.

"Shit!" she yelled when she had his cock in her hand. "I ain't gonna suck this filthy thing!"

"What's the matter with it?" he asked impatiently.

"It stinks," she snapped. "And it looks like there's cottage cheese in the cracks and under the skin. Didn't you wash the damned thing?"

"I didn't have time," he defended himself. "I just run out of the station and jumped in my pickup."

"Well, I ain't gonna suck that filthy thing," she said firmly, releasing his dick and rising to her feet.

"Please?" the boy begged.

"All right, Billy," she answered reluctantly. "But go in there to the men's room and wash the damn thing off with soap and water."