Erin’s feet hurt. Finishing the car’s order, she stretched her arm far out the window of her booth to take the five-dollar bill the man held purposely out of reach so she’d have to lean for it and grab it. Of course, that was part of earning his tip, giving him a closer look at her t**s. She grabbed the money, and smiled, as if she enjoyed it, then slid back into the booth and shut the window. Turning towards the other window, where another truck waited, she put a smile on her face as she opened the sliding glass.
“Hi, what can I…”
She quit talking mid-sentence when she realized it was Jack, in his idling truck. He looked into her eyes as his gaze wandered down over her. She’d been getting ogled for months and barely registered it anymore. Now, suddenly, with Jack looking at her, she fel
