As she pedalled towards the city, she was whistled at by drivers and men in the street. She was very amused by this, waving at them. Her miniskirt was magical. She arrived at the bookshop. She could stay there for hours, browsing and searching. The bookseller was a mischievous old man behind the counter, glaring at her. The girl came in regularly and he got to know her well. For a handful of pennies, he would sell her old books that nobody wanted:
— I've got two boxes on the shelf upstairs. You can open them. They were brought to me yesterday, but I haven't looked at them yet.
Maria climbed onto the stepladder and bent down to grab one of the boxes.
— Your knickers are showing, Maria! Pink knickers, aren't they cute? How cute!
Maria wiggled her arse lasciviously and lowered the box. Kneeling down, she opened the box and took out the books. She stacked them after reading the title.
— “Choses vues” is by Victor Hugo, can you read it?
The bookseller approached. He took the book and opened it.
— You see, Maria, Victor Hugo was quite a rascal. You know what those little notes mean.
He flipped through the book.
— For example, this one: “Sec. à Justin, t. n., 5 frs”.
— Well, no. I don't know what it means. What do they mean?
— Well, “t. n” means “Toute nue”. That he looked at her naked. Sometimes, he gives a bit of money, other times, no, like Louise Michel, who did it for free, there, he gave Justine 5 francs.
— The dirty old man. They don't tell us that at school.
— If you want, you can get naked and I'll give you the two boxes of books. I'll even give you all the books you want in the shop.
— Do you think you're Victor Hugo?
— Heh heh! No, Maria, but I'll take my chances.
— All right, then. I'll get naked. Do you often ask your customers to do this?
— You bet I do! They're all a hundred years old.
Maria unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra was pink with a white ribbon, matching her panties.
— Maria, you gave in too easily. You should have dragged it out a bit. Show some manners.
— Right! Do you want it or not? Because I…
— Of course I do, Maria.
A voice rang out from the front door:
— Fiodor, are you there, you old rascal?
The bookseller said in a low voice:
— Maria, wait for me here, I'll be right back.
Maria went back to stacking the books, the ones she was interested in on one side and the others on the other. When the box was empty, she climbed up on the stepladder to get the second one and took it down.
The bookseller returned with the owner of the drugstore's next door, also not very young. He was holding a bottle of wine and a corkscrew.
— Maria, this is Louis, the owner of the drugstore's next door. He's brought us a good bottle of wine. Would you like to join us for a drink?
Maria looked at them and smiled.
— I would like to try it.
The druggist looked at Maria's pink bra in amazement and uncorked the bottle while the bookseller fetched three glasses from the back of the shop. Louis carefully filled the glasses as he turned the bottle and handed one to Maria.
— Is it any good?
— It's not bad. But I don't know much about plonk.
— It's not plonk, it's wine, Maria. It's very good.
The druggist poured the glasses again.
— I ordered two cases. They arrived today. Good, isn't it?
— Very good. Tell me, Louis, have you read “Choses vues” by Victor Hugo?
— No, I haven't. Why?
— You do know Victor Hugo, don't you?
— Why are you asking these questions?
— Because Victor Hugo kept coded notes on the women who undressed for him, for money or for free.
— Well?
— Let's have some more wine.
— It gave me an idea. What do you think of Maria?
— She's a very pretty girl.
— Well, I persuaded her to strip for two cases of books. Before you arrived. She had unbuttoned her blouse, and…
— Well, well, well!
— Maria, is the deal still on? Even if there are two of us? Maybe Louis will give you something.
— I've got buttons, hairpins, junk jewellery, some of it's not bad.
— Maria? How's it going? Is the deal still on?
Maria looked at them and smiled. They were really very funny. She stood up and took off her blouse:
— If it makes you happy. It doesn't cost me anything after all.
— Well done, Maria.
Maria wriggled her miniskirt down her legs. She turned left and right, imitating the movements of a stripper. The two men looked at her with wide eyes. Then she unhooked her bra and threw it at the two men. The bookseller caught it on the fly and smelled it. Then it was the turn of the panties, which she threw at the druggist. She was completely naked. She spun round slowly. The bookseller commented:
— You're a beautiful girl, Maria, aren't you, Louis?
— She's a beautiful girl, Fiodor. Very beautiful.
Maria sat down on a cardboard box, her legs wide open. She leaned back, hiding nothing of her sex.
— Can you see? Guys?
The men were hypnotised. Maria straightened up:
— Have you seen enough? Well… I'll show you my bottom.
Maria got down on all fours and presented her bottom to the men. She wiggled them for a while.
— Okay with you?
— You can get dressed now, Maria, and thank you.
Maria reached for her panties and bra. The druggist reluctantly handed them to her.
— I would have kept it.
— If you like, I'll put an old one in your letterbox.
— I wouldn't dream of it. My wife takes the mail.
— Well, I'll bring you one personally.
They cleared the bottom of the bottle. The druggist suggested that Maria go to his shop and choose something. She took a pair of earrings and a necklace made of imitation pearls. She put the books in the panniers of her bicycle and set off again.
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She hadn't gone a kilometre when she noticed that the front wheel of the bike was punctured. She picked it up by the handlebars and walked towards the service station after the crossroads. There she put the bike down and quietly entered the shop, the door open. A boy was sitting at the checkout, his hair curly, brown and long, well-dressed in a black T-shirt. Surprised, he tried to hide the magazine he was reading, but it fell open on the floor. Maria saw a beautiful, busty, naked blonde with her legs spread wide. The boy quickly picked it up and stuffed it in a desk drawer. Maria smiled:
— Good afternoon, sir.
She waited a moment before adding:
— I've got a puncture, we can fix my bike here.
The boy looked at her from head to toe, then from her toes to the hem of her skirt, then back to her head:
— This is a service station, not a garage.
Maria gave him her best smile. The boy thought about it:
— Let's go and see.
They both went outside, he a little embarrassed by his erection.
— Ha! It's the front wheel. Because the rear wheel is boring. Follow me to the workshop. He grabbed the bike by the handlebars:
— Damn, it's heavy.
— I bought some books, well… bought… it's heavy… Books…
The wheel was fixed in a jiffy. Maria waited with her arms behind her back. The boy washed his hands in a small basin with black soap and smiled stupidly:
— There, it's done.
— How much do I owe you? For the wheel…
— Nothing.
— Anything? All work deserves a wage, doesn't it? So…
— It wasn't much to do. Besides… you're lovely… really… it was my pleasure.
— I'd like to thank you… do something for you.
— You don't have to do that. It's been a real pleasure helping you out.
The boy was very polite.
— Would you like a blow job? A little blowjob…
The boy stared at her in amazement, wondering if he had heard correctly, and repeated:
— A blow job? Did you say a blow job?
— Yes, a blow job, fellatio, blowing you, what have you. You fixed the wheel on my bike… I can do that for you to say thank you.
— Well, you…
— Is that a yes? Or would you prefer something else? I don't know… you don't like girls? Well, in the magazine you were looking at… they were all naked girls, weren't they?
The embarrassed boy blushed and cut her off:
— Here? In the workshop. Right now?
— I don't see why not. We won't be disturbed here. What do you think?
The idea of a good blow job had finally reached his overheated mind, two minutes before, he'd been thinking about masturbating later, in the office, fantasising about her breasts:
— Well, well… OK, if you want to do it, I'd love to.
Maria knelt on the filthy floor in front of the boy and pulled down the fly of his trousers. She pulled out the boy's already rigid sex and jerked him off, it was unhoped for, this girl was crazy. She put the boy's sex in her mouth, looking up at him with questioning eyes. He leaned back against the workbench, his eyes half closed. While she sucked him off, he undid the waistband of his trousers and pulled them down to his knees to make himself more comfortable. The girl was able to grab his balls and massage them. She pulled up her T-shirt and pulled down her bra to expose her breasts. The boy glanced at the girl's breasts – she had nice tits – then at his cock, sticky with saliva, in and out of his mouth, then at her breasts, then at his cock. As the boy's excitement grew out of control, he put his hands firmly on her head, making her move back and forth at a faster pace. She continued to look at him in a strange way, interested and curious. Just as he was coming, the service station bell rang. All he could do was continue to peck at her mouth, he ejaculated, the girl swallowed it all without trying to escape. The bell rang again.
The boy quickly pulled up his trousers and went out to serve his customer. Maria pulled up her bra, pulled down her T-shirt and got on her bike. Her knees were black with the greasy dirt from the workshop floor, her legs had blackish marks and so did her white miniskirt. Her skirt was ready for a wash, she was ready for a shower. She swallowed one last mouthful of sperm, keeping the taste in her mouth. Before setting off again, she glanced towards the pumps. The boy, busy with his customer, didn't see her wave.