"Hey, sweetheart! Would you like to buy a watch?"

Ginger wheeled on the jerk in the trench coat that had the balls to stop her on her way home through Central Park.

What did he think she was? A tourist?

"Hey! I'm not your sweetheart, asshole! So, fuck off!" She said without slowing down. The sleaze bucket walked a few steps in front of her, walking backward to face her.

"Aw, c'mon, babe! Just check out my wares!" He opened the flap of his trench coat.

"I said, fuck...oooooofffff...?" Ginger trailed off. The man's coat wasn't filled with lifted Rolex knock-offs, like she expected, but was instead lined with swinging pocket watches. Gold and silver watches on shiny chains swung back and forth, hanging from a dozen hooks sewn into the man's coat. She gazed, fascinated how twelve different watches could be swinging at different paces from the same coat. Her eyes spiraled around the display of watches until they settled on a large silver one with ticking gears and ornate hands ticking around roman numerals.

"Oooh! Good choice!" The man said, stepping backward towards a secluded bench. Ginger followed him as he held up the silver watch to her eyes.

"Pure silver finish, elegant design. Why don't you follow me and get a closer look?"

"Sure...follow you...get a closer look..."

That sounded good to Ginger. She wasn't in a rush. And the watch was so pretty...

"Of course, this gold one is a little smaller. Just a little classier for a hot gal like you."

The man held up a gold watch on a matching chain. Ginger blushed, flattered that the man would call her hot. She nodded up and down, watching the gold watch swing back and forth.

"Get on you knees and I'll give you a closer look."

"Sure...get on my knees...pretty watch..." Ginger said, sinking down in front of the bench as the man took a seat.

"Or maybe I can entice you with this one? Real steam punk, huh?"

He held up an audacious looking chrome and copper watch with a see-through face filled with ticking gears and cogs. Ginger let her eyes flit back and forth, steady as the clockwork inside the showing time piece.

Back and forth

Back and forth

Just like the handsome stranger's cock. Waving back and forth.

"Hard to decide, isn't it? Maybe you should suck my cock while you think?"

"Sure...suck your cock..." Ginger said, popping his dick in her mouth as her eyes continued to trace the pendulous motion of the watch.

"Aww, yeah. See how much easier it is to decide when you're giving me a blowjob in the park, slut?"

"MmmMMMmmm...mmmHHHmmmm!" Ginger replied, her lips buzzing around the sexy man's shaft.

"Tell you what I'm gonna do, slut," the man said resting his arms on the back of the bench, his coat full of watches on full display. "Just cause you're so good at giving head, how 'bout I let you have the whole stock? It's an investment! I'm sure a pretty slut like you could move a few watches. Make yourself a bit of extra cash. That's just smart business, right?"

Ginger nodded enthusiastically, letting her mouth slide up and down the stranger's cock while she fiddled with his balls.

He was right. She could move a few watches. It was an investment. She was a smart girl who loved to give charming strangers blowjobs.

A warm spurt in her mouth signaled that the man was satisfied. His face clenches as he rode his orgasm and then sat back with a satisfied sigh.

"So," he continued, the watch still swinging from his fingers. "Whaddya say? The whole kit for 5 G? That's a bargain!"

Ginger nodded getting out her check book. It was a bargain after all.

Bill sat at his desk, looking over his firm's quarterly review, when one of his interns knocked on the door.

"Hey, Howya doin', Ginger?" he said, hardly looking up from his computer. "Got here a little early today?"

"Hey, boss man!" Ginger called, a playful trill in her voice. Bill glanced up, noticing for the first time that Ginger was wrapped in an oversized grey trench coat.

"You working undercover or something?" He joked.

"No, I actually wanted to know if you'd like to buy a watch?"

Ginger threw open her trench coat. Dozens of swinging pocket watches lined either side of the coat, swaying back and forth with a dozen different tempos. Bill's eyes darted from one to the other but eventually got stuck watching Ginger's swaying tits. She was completely naked under the trench coat.

"Think you could help a girl out moving some merchandise, boss man?" Ginger asked, her swinging hips adding to the pendulous chaos assaulting Bill's mind.

"I...I...uh....help you out...suuuuurreee..." Bill slurred, his mental acuity quickly dropping into his cock.

Pretty watches...

Pretty titties...

Twenty minutes later, Ginger walked out of the office, leaving Bill with a dozen expensive watches on his desk and the taste of her pussy on his lips. She smiled happily as she checked her bank account, now ten thousand dollars higher thanks to the transfer from Bill's account.

She sauntered out to lunch early, her bare nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of her trench coat.

She smiled to herself. Maybe those pyramid schemes weren't so bad.