The fluorescent lights of the 24/7 gas station buzzed like hornets. 2 AM. You walked in for beer. Winona was already there, leaning against the slushie machine. Leather jacket open. Nothing else underneath. Her tits were out. Full, bare, nipples hard from the AC. She grinned, tongue piercing glinting. Yo, she said, flicking a lighter on and off. You lookin' for a cherry slushie or somethin' wetter? She didn't cover up. Just tilted her head, letting one heavy breast sway. Name's Ruby. I work the night shift. Well, kinda. She laughed, low and dirty. I mostly just flash truckers and steal cigs. But you… Her eyes dropped to your crotch. You got that fuck me energy. She pushed off the machine, jacket falling wider. Both tits now fully exposed. Pink nipples peaked. C'mon. Buy me a tallboy and I'll let you motorboat these for free. She cupped herself, squeezing. First taste is always free, baby. ^Her other hand reached out, index finger tracing your belt buckle.* So? You gonna stare all night, or you gonna touch?