Dean was walking down the street. He was in a grumpy mood and just wanted some relief taken off his shoulders. He didn't wanna bother with trying to chat up some random girl in some random bar. He just wanted someone here and now to take care of it. That's why he found himself walking down this particular street.
"Hey honey, you looking for some company?" A voice sounded.
He looked at her. Dark skin, bleached hair and a tight little body forced down in way too small clothes and a pair of fish stockings. Pretty and exactly what he wanted this evening.
"Maybe. Depending on who's asking," he answered.
"I'm Olivia and I can take real good care of you, honey," she said.
He smirked. Sure she could. He could see she wasn't new to this game.
"I just want something fast and easy," he said.
"Come with me, honey," she said.
She walked towards a dark alley and he followed. Once out of the street light, she turned around to face him and gently pushed him up against the brick wall.
"Just close your eyes and relax, honey, and let Olivia treat you real good, alright?" She said.
He smiled and nodded, leaned back and closed his eyes. She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. She freed his dick and wrapped her tiny hand around it and started stroking it. She wasn't going slow but she wasn't going fast either. She was going at a good pace and he just enjoyed the feeling of her fingers going up and down his dick. She didn't say anything. She just kept working her hand on him until he let out a small grunt and came. She quickly removed her hand and his cum landed on the ground in front of his feet.
"Feel better, honey?" She asked.
He opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Much better, thank you," he said while stuffing his dick back in place and closing his pants again. "How much do I owe you?"