Candy Manson sets up shop at a bus stop. There’s tons of new air and sunshine in this kind of work space and there’s a worthy amount of foot traffic that brings in the customers. Candy has no overhead and generally meets the kind of guys that dress her. They’re not governors or bankers, but those boys are cheapskates in any case.
Whilst other beauties in her profession hang out in bars or in darksome alleys, Candy enjoys the scenery and the fine gentlemen she meets envisaging for the next bus. And that babe is become quite an accustomed on routes and schedules.
Today that babe wears knee-high boots, the kind that look great on super-heroines or street-girls, and a pretty garments that looks more like a swim suit than a costume. Looking and clothed the way she is, finding new poke-pals is effortless. Her latest client brings her back to his place to receive his ball batter sucked out. The funds that lady-killer saved taking buses is gonna a nice purpose. However, that babe does not accept bus transfers as currency. Please keep this in mind.