And a great body, with the cutest little ass, and a real big cock.

See, it's not all money with me, the way it was with one or two of the other girls working in Beverly's squad of high school hookers.

I'm a sex freak. Well, what's wrong with that? I figure it's a lot healthier than if I was into booze, or drugs, or gambling.

Sex is my drug – I get high off it. I love it. And getting paid for it, well, that was the frosting on the cake when I worked for Beverly.

And I met some real beautiful people, too. Men, and women. But I'll tell you about that part of it later.

With Jeff, it was different – it was strictly for kicks. Like the rest of the kinds in school, he hardly had two nickels to knock together. It's only the adults, the married guys with good jobs and soft bellies and big round butts from sitting all day behind a desk, that have the real money – the real "dough", as Tina likes to call cash.

And we girls sure saw a lot of it when we worked for and with Beverly.

But Jeff, like I said, was for kicks. He waited for me to finish practice.

At practice, I worked real hard and I got my cheering outfit all sweaty and soaked. I put it in my gym bag to take home so I could wash it.

I was dressed in a blouse and blue jeans and sneakers when I left the school building at five that afternoon.

I took the side door which opened back on the parking lot. There was only a few cars in the lot, since even all of the teachers had gone home.

Jeff's car was there. He tapped the horn when he saw me coming.

He has a cute little car with an engine that he and his older brother rebuilt. The car was in the corner of the lot.

It was getting dark, even though it was spring, since we hadn't reached daylight savings time yet.

I got into the car. Jeff slid out from behind the wheel, hugged me, then kissed me. We kissed with our mouths open.