My First Exposure: Masturbating for Thomas at the Toll Booth
The toll booth parking lot stretched dark and empty under the neon hum. My Clio idled next to Thomas’s car. Heart slamming against my ribs. I shouldn’t be here. Job’s over. But that fire in my gut wouldn’t quit. Tonight, after almost getting busted by cops on the roadside, legs shaking, pussy dripping, I craved…