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had decided a little leakage from her nipples wasn’t going to stop her from making some money. The perverts would probably love to see blue milk squirting out of her titties, anyway. Hell, they’d probably pay extra for it.
    By ten in the morning, she was selling her ass right in front of the Times Square Theater. The usual crowd was there and that made Sarah comfortable despite her knowing she could be raped or killed at any point during her shift. It was a living, though.
    One of the things she loved most about the area she worked was that most of the men who hired her took her into the theaters to do their business. That meant Sarah could make money giving head while also watching a movie out of the corner of her eye. If she could get away with it, Sarah would sometimes place her head on the guy’s stomach so she could watch as much of the film with two eyes as possible. If the movie was worthwhile, she’d stay to watch the rest of it after the pervert blew his load.
    On this particular morning, Sarah was trying to catch the attention of a rich-looking white guy who seemed lost but in no big hurry to find his way. She took a step into his path and jiggled her chest. “You got time to party, hon?”
    “What?” he said.
    “I asked if you got time to party? You know, maybe catch a movie with me, know what I’m saying?”
    The man looked down at her breasts and at the blue, milky stains that were leaking through her shirt. He said, “Uh, I don’t know. What movie?”
    Sarah shook her head and laughed. “You don’t get it, hon. You just get off the boat or something? Or you just playing with me?’
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    She was about to give up when she thought she saw a glimmer in his eye that told her he now understood he was being offered. So she said, “You want to play with me?”
    The man lifted his head up from looking at Sarah’s breasts. “Yes. I think I do.”
    Sarah looked at the theaters around and took him to the one showing The Body Beneath because she had heard that was a freaky one. They walked arm in arm into the theater and took their seats. Once the lights were dimmed and the movie was on, Sarah started to unzip the man’s pants.
    He said, “Wait. What are you doing?”
    “You wanted to party, didn’t you?” Sarah said.
    “You’re unzipping my pants.”
    “That’s usually how it starts, yeah.”
    The man’s back stiffened as he sat up straight in his seat. He gently brushed Sarah’s hands away from his crotch. He said, “Can I see your pussy?”
    “Oh, that’s what this is about?” She laughed. “Sure, honey, you can see my pussy.”
    Sarah looked over her shoulder to make sure no cops or peeping toms were around to make trouble. Once it was clear, she hoisted her skirt up and pulled her stockings down. She leaned back. Then she threw one foot over the seat in front of her and the other over the man’s seat.
    Her hairy gash was on display.
    “This what you wanted to see?” Sarah said. Normally she didn’t like to fuck in the theaters. There was too much risk of having some gung-ho undercover cop bust her. Blowjobs were so much easier.
    The man said, “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.”
    He stared at Sarah’s crotch and wiggled his nose. Slowly, he moved his face down between Sarah’s thighs until he was an inch away from her snatch. He sniffed again.
    Sarah said, “What are you doing down there?”
    “Smells….like…..”
    She frowned. “Smells like WHAT?”
    The man sniffed and smiled. “Smells like…..pancakes.”
    “Pancakes?”
    “Yeah,” the man said. “Pancakes. And now I know that something’s coming. Something’s going to explode all over me.”
    “Ew, what are you talking about? You want to jizz on yourself, you don’t need me.”
    The man sat up. “But I do need you.”
    Sarah pulled down her skirt and put her feet back on the floor. “This is getting weird.”
    “It’s going to get worse.”
    “Hey, fuck you. I’m out of here,”