Candy Manson sets up her business at a bus stop. There’s lots of new air and sunshine in this kind of work space and there is a wonderful amount of foot traffic that brings in the customers. Candy has no overhead and generally meets the kind of men that costume her. They’re not politicians or bankers but those boys are cheapskates besides.
Whilst other beauties in her profession hang out in bars, motel cocktail lounges or in darksome alleys, Candy enjoys the scenery and the several tricks she meets awaiting for the next bus. She’s become quite an professional on routes and schedules. This babe doesn’t come on the bus. She receives customers to either come home with her or she goes to their place.
Today she wears knee-high boots, the kind that look great on super-heroines or street-whores, and a sexy outfit that looks more adore a bathing costume than a dress. Looking and clothed the way she’s, finding recent poker partners is simple. They see her, they urge to push her. Her latest client brings her back to his place to acquire his ball batter sucked out. The cash that guy saves taking buses went to a good purpose. However, this babe does not accept bus transfers as currency.