As a lot lizard, I’d learned to size up a mark in seconds – the worn-out denim, the calloused hands on the wheel, the hungry look in his eyes. It had been years since I first started turning tricks at this truck stop, but I still remembered the thrill of my first score.

Now, I was teaching my girls the family business.

My daughters, Starr and Skye, were young and had the kind of slutty, hot bodies that could turn any man’s head. They were eager to please, always wanting the newest clothes and gadgets, and I was determined to teach them the value of a hard-earned dollar.

So, there we were, parked in the lot, waiting for our next mark. I had taught them how to flirt, how to negotiate, and how to keep themselves horny. They took to it quickly, their youth and beauty making them irresistible to the truckers who pulled in for a break.

I watched as Starr worked her magic on a grizzled old driver, his eyes bugging out as she leaned into the cab of his truck. She knew exactly how to play the game, how to make him think he was in control when really, she was the one calling the shots.

Skye, on the other hand, was a natural seductress. She had an air of innocence that belied her true nature, and the men ate it up. She could make them believe they were her first, her only, and they would do anything to keep her happy.

We made a killing that night, the three of us working together like a well-oiled machine. I smiled as I counted the stack of bills, knowing that my girls had learned a valuable lesson about the value of money. The life of a lot lizard wasn’t easy, but it was one that would serve them well in the years to come.

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