Candy Manson sets up her business at a bus stop. There’s lots of fresh air and sunshine in this kind of work space and there’s a good amount of foot traffic that brings in the customers. Candy has no overhead and generally meets the kind of men that suit her. They’re not politicians or bankers but those guys are cheapskates anyway.
While other girls in her profession hang out in bars, motel cocktail lounges or in dark alleys, Candy enjoys the scenery and the numerous tricks she meets waiting for the next bus. She’s become quite an expert on routes and schedules. She doesn’t come on the bus. She gets 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 like a swimsuit than a dress. Looking and dressed the way she is, finding new poker partners is easy. They see her, they want to poke her. Her latest client brings her back to his place to get his man-juice sucked out. The money he saves taking buses went to a good purpose. However, she does not accept bus transfers as currency.