After several more songs, we went to get sodas and rest. Erin came over to where we were all sitting and sat next to Frank."Thanks for the dances, Fra...k, it was fun," Erin said."Sorry I'm not better," Frank said."Don't be silly, you're as good as any of the other guys that had enough guts to dance," Erin said. "Oh shit, I knew this was going to happen." What?" I asked."Over there," Erin pointed to a group of six kids. "That asshole, Bobby Jackson, is putting booze in the sodas. I told Nancy not. I'd always thought that made me a true pervert and never told anyone before.Same with cash.Girls that make arrangements for cash are just too cool.Not bad, not slutty, not prostitutes.Just awesomely cool and sexy for doing it.Why shouldn't every girl have that option?I couldn't believe this.So I told her all this and added,"If you were my girl, I'd be honored to see you do a party and get paid for it. Only the best would be asked to do one anyway."She just looked at me."Really?" Yes. You're. " It's the only way." Shit." You knew what you were getting, why did you..." Fuck you," she said. She didn't run away screaming. She stared into his eyes, letting him know how desperately she wanted him. He stared back, looking at her incredibly beautiful face and into her beautiful brown eyes and into her soul. They stared like that for at least ten minutes. It wasn't a contest. They needed to study each other's soul to know what to do. The only answer was a warm hug. He kissed her high. After several euphoric minutes, I removed her hand, lowered her shorts, positioned her on the countertop, and began to eat the sweetest tasting pussy. As she moaned and wriggled on the counter, she removed her shirt. I stared at her firm, small, dark breasts. Periodically, I would reach up and pinch her erect nipples.Finally, after twenty minutes of oral joy, she exploded like a firecracker. Her juices soaked my face. “In me!” she moaned, as he guided my still hard dick into her cunt while.