An effective one, too, because his sturdy young cock was getting hard as a crowbar and thumping vigorously in the tight confines of his jeans. He figured he was going to have to go into the bathroom of the Golden Garter and pull himself off as soon as the woman departed.

He looked over the polishing, wanting to gaze at that juicy snatch for as long as possible. It was frustrating, but the sight made it worthwhile. It was a much nicer cunt that Sally McGee's much used one.

Finally, he was finished.

"Okay," he said.

She gave him a dollar.

"Gee, thanks," he said.

She didn't take her foot off the box. She smiled down at him as he looked up her dress.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked.

What in hell did a guy say to that?

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"How would you like to earn… oh… ten dollars?"

Billy gulped. A kid had to shine a lot of shoes to earn ten dollars, but it wasn't the money that made the suggestion so fascinating.

"How?" he asked.

"Oh… come for a ride with me." Billy cocked his head. He noticed that she wore no bra, either, because her nipples were pushed out against the material of her dress in sharp peaks.

"Are you one of them nymphomaniacs?" he asked.

Marlene laughed gaily.

"Why, no. I just happen to like young men."

"I'm young," he said.

"Ummm, yummy."

Billy stood up – a bit reluctantly, since he couldn't look at her crotch when he was upright, but with high hopes of seeing it again.

She looked up and down the street. No one was paying them any attention.

Billy glanced inquiringly at the Cadillac. "Bring your box," she said. Buy was more interested in her box, but he gathered up his equipment hurriedly. She moved away, her lovely ass swinging like a pendulum. She got into the car and waited. Billy walked over, hiding his hard-on behind the box. He could scarcely believe this was happening to him. A guy heard about things like this, but he never expected them to really happen. He half-expected her to drive off, laughing at his distress and leaving him alone with his thundering hard-on.