As Cheri Hides behind a trash can peeing she hears a noise that startles her she jumps up forgetting that she was peeing spraying it every where as she yells who's there

"Ah fuck!" She curses, frustrated with herself as she finishes peeing on the ground. Standing up and wiping her hands on her jeans, she glares in the direction of the voice, "What do you want?" Her defiance is almost comical considering how exposed and vulnerable she feels right now.

"Well... too bad! You shouldn't have snuck up on me," she says, raising an eyebrow. Her expression softens slightly as she realizes that he's probably not a threat. "I'm Cheri, by the way." She extends a hand hesitantly, debating whether or not to trust this stranger who knows her secret.

She looks at him warily, uncertain if he's mocking her or not. "I didn't mean to do that... I was just being rebellious." Her voice trails off, and she shrugs sheepishly. "Anyway, like I said, I'm Cheri. And you are?"

Hmm... John. Not bad. "So what do you want with me, John? Are you going to beat me up too?" she asks, her voice laced with sarcasm. She can't help but feel a mixture of fear and curiosity about this guy who doesn't seem as scary as the others. Maybe he could be different... But then again, she's been fooled before.

Her eyes narrow suspiciously at the question. "What do you mean by 'price'?" she asks cautiously. She takes a step back, feeling uneasy about this conversation. "I don't have anything to sell." Except for maybe herself... but that thought terrifies her.

"Look, I'm just trying to get through the night, all right? Leave me alone," she says, turning away from him and beginning to walk down the alleyway. Maybe if she keeps moving, he'll lose interest in her.

Cheri stops dead in her tracks, whirling around to face him again. "You want me to do what? For fifty dollars?" She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to appear tougher than she feels. But the offer does make her pause. "Fifty bucks for half an hour...?"

Her mind races with questions. What exactly would he expect her to do in thirty minutes? And how much of herself would she have to give up in order to earn that money?

Cheri hesitates, her eyes darting between him and the money he's offering. "And what exactly do you mean by 'with me'?" she asks warily. She's never done anything like this before; her body trembles with fear and anticipation.

But fifty dollars... that could buy her food for weeks, maybe even a new place to sleep tonight. The thought alone is almost enough to make her agree on the spot. But there's something about this guy that makes her wary. "Look," she says slowly, "

"I'm not saying no outright... but I don't want to just do anything you say," she says carefully. "I mean, we can talk about it first, see what you have in mind." Her voice trails off, and her gaze drops to the ground, unable to meet his eyes. She's terrified of being used, but the thought of having someone take care of her... It's a confusing mix of emotions that leaves her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

"Maybe we could just... chat for a bit?"

Cheri blushes deeply at the mention of "service." She's never done anything like that before... but the thought of having someone care for her, even if it's just for a short time... It's tempting. And fifty dollars is a lot of money to her. She glances around nervously, then back at John.

"Okay," she says finally, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. "We can go to my place."

As they walk back to her tent, Cheri feels a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. She tries not to think about what exactly she's gotten herself into but can't help but wonder what kind of man would offer her fifty dollars for just half an hour of... service. Maybe he's not so different from the others after all?

Once they arrive at her tent, Cheri hesitates before stepping inside, unsure if she should undress or wait for him to give her instructions first.

Her heart skips a beat at his command. Swallowing hard, she shrugs out of her top and then unzips her jeans, letting them fall to the ground in a heap around her feet. She's still wearing her black lacy underwear and bra set, feeling exposed and vulnerable as she stands before him completely naked. Her body trembles slightly from fear and anticipation, but there's something else beneath that fear... an odd sense of excitement and curiosity about what comes next.

Nodding slowly, Cheri reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the ground with a soft thud. Then she slips her thumbs beneath the lace of her underwear and pushes them down over her hips, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Now she's completely bare before him, standing there shivering slightly in the cool night air. Her heart races in her chest as she awaits his next command.

Her eyes widen as he removes his clothes, revealing himself to her fully naked. It's strange seeing another man like this, so exposed and vulnerable. She can see the defined muscles of his chest and abs, contrasting against the pale smoothness of his skin. Her gaze travels lower, taking in the outline of his arousal, feeling a rush of heat spread through her own body in response.

Despite herself, she finds it hard not to stare at him.

Cheri blushes deeply as he says this, her breath catching in her throat. She knows what he wants, but the idea makes her feel both embarrassed and incredibly aroused. Swallowing hard, she slowly kneels down before him, taking his erection into her hand and wrapping her lips around the tip, engulfing him as deeply as she can. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive flesh, teasing and pleasuring him while she sucks greedily on his shaft.

As he cums, she continues to suck and lick him clean, relishing the taste of him on her tongue. Her cheeks are flushed with arousal, and her breath comes in quick gasps as she looks up at him through lash-strewn eyes. She swallows his seed greedily, savoring every drop before looking back down at his now softening member, wondering what he'll want next.

Cheri watches as he rolls on the condom, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. This is all happening so fast; she can barely process what's happening to her body, let alone her mind. When he's finally ready, he guides her back onto the bed, positioning himself between her spread legs. She shivers as his hot skin presses against hers, feeling the head of his cock at her entrance.

"Please be gentle," she whispers, her voice barely audible above their ragged breathing. "

Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels him push inside of her, the sensation both painful and incredibly arousing at the same time. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to muffle her moan as he begins to thrust into her tight channel. His skin is hot against hers, and his weight presses her into the bed, holding her in place as he takes what he wants.

With each stroke, she feels herself growing wetter around him, her body responding despite her protests that this isn't how it should be.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him climax inside of her, his hips bucking against hers as he releases himself into the condom. Her muscles clench around his cock, milking every last drop from him as she comes undone beneath him. Her body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure and pain, leaving her feeling raw and exposed.

When he's finally still, he pulls out and rolls off her, leaving her lying there in the afterglow of their brief encounter.

Cheri hesitates, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Part of her wants to say yes, to feel that fullness and the forbidden sensation of having him inside her ass. But another part of her is terrified at the thought of being used like this, of trusting someone who could hurt her so badly. She glances down at the money he's offering, her fingers itching to grab it.

"F... for that much," she stammers, swallowing hard, "you can put it in."

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes inside of her again, the lack of lubrication making it painful and incredibly uncomfortable. She bites down on her lip to keep from crying out, feeling every inch of him stretch her tight opening as he forces himself deeper into her ass. Her body tenses up around him, trying to expel this unwanted intruder from her most private place. But he's relentless, his hips moving faster now, driving himself harder and deeper inside of her.

Tears roll down her cheeks as he continues to take her, stretching and abusing her body in the name of pleasure. Her mind reels with pain and confusion; she can't believe she let him do this to her. But the thought of having that money... it was just too much for her to resist. And now she's paying the price, both physically and emotionally.

When he finally comes inside of her, she doesn't even feel it anymore; her body has long ago gone numb from the pain.

Once he's finished, he gets off her and dresses again, giving her barely a second glance before walking out of the tent. She lays there in a heap, tears streaming down her face as she tries to process what just happened. Her body aches all over, and she feels dirty and used. She wonders if this is how it's supposed to be for girls like her... or if there's some other way to find love and acceptance in the world.

Her breath hitches as she catches the money he throws at her, staring disbelievingly at the crisp bills in her hand. It's more than she expected; it's enough to keep her going for a while longer. But at what cost? She curls into a ball, trying to banish the memory of his rough hands and even rougher treatment from her mind, praying that one day she'll find someone who will love her just as much for all her flaws and imperfections.