Tranny whore Samara Rosetti at a Trucker's jo

I was about to protest but when I looked at him and our eyes made contact, I lost my resolve. I lowered my head and took my skirt in my hands. I lifted my ass a bit so I could pull my tight skirt up to reveal my red lace panties.
Thomas smiled when he saw me lift my skirt. He leaned down to take a peak himself and then quickly glared up at me. "I thought I made myself perfectly clear about your required dress code for tonight. Are you trying to make me look like a jackass?"
I stuttered an apology, "I-I'm sorry, I just thought..."

He said, "Well, I guess I'll have to see if I can fix things." He stood up and raised his hands and said in a loud and commanding voice, "Excuse me, may I have everyone's attention please. My little cunt would like to buy everyone here a round of drinks." The crowd cheered as the bartender started pouring pitchers of beer. I whispered to him, "I don't have that much money on me. I only brought 20 Euros."

Thomas looked down at me with almost disappointment and then his face turned to one of amusement as he said, "Well, then I guess you'll have to find a way to raise some money, won't you?" I nodded. He continued, "Hmm, now how can a dirty whore like you raise money in a place like this? Oh, I have an idea! Come with me, bitch."
Thomas dragged me into the men's bathroom. A very drunk man was using the urinal, though he was using more of the floor than the urinal as he swayed back and forth. Thomas said to the man, "Hey, how about this bitch sucks your cock for 5 Euros?" What the hell did I get myself into? And at 5 Euros a shot, how many cocks will I have to suck to pay the 100 Euro bar bill?
Thomas pushed me to my knees on the wet, filthy floor. A drunk man at the urinal turned to look at me but was still in the process of urinating. His stream splashed off my red blouse, wetting it and making the thin fabric almost transparent. In the process it further exposed my 85JJ breasts.