Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2022 20:11:25 +0000 (UTC) From: Rachelle Naughty Subject: A Career Change Chapter 11 This is a work of fiction depicting sexual acts between consenting adults, aged eighteen and over. There are no similarities to anyone real or living, other than myself who is the main character, set in deep running fantasy. There are depictions of unprotected sex and smoking. I do not condone either, as each is an individual's choice. Constructive feedback welcome at rachellenaughty@yahoo.com. Also, support Nifty with a donation if you are able. A Career Change Chapter 11 The Morning After I woke up alone. I was very much asleep, and the wine didn't help. I called out to Joseph and there was no answer. I got up and put on a robe and walked out to the living area. He was nowhere to be found and his clothes were gone. I saw a note on the table. `Rachelle, thank you for last night, it was incredible. I don't want to get in the way of your training if you decide to stay, which I hope you do. I will see you around sometime, Joseph.' I sat on the couch and looked at the clock, it was seven thirty. I felt dejected. I was hoping to give him at least a blowjob this morning before he left. Why did he leave, I thought. Was I going to get into trouble for fucking an employee? Get in trouble? What are they going to do, fire me, I thought. That would make up my mind for me. "I can't believe he left," I said to no one but myself. Breakfast arrived at nine o'clock. I was still sitting on the couch feeling dejected. I ate and then realized there was no sense in feeling sorry for myself. It isn't like you are going to get married to him, I said to myself. He was the first man to fuck me in a long time and it was so much better than a machine. God, I wished I could have cum last night, but my little cock filled the cage when he was pounding me over the foot board. I took the breast forms off, shaved, showered, and soaked in the tub. Through my mind ran the constant dialogue to myself, just leave, get in your male clothes and leave. Leave Carla a note, thank her and be polite. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to the living area. Then I was replaying last night and the last three days in my head. That is more cock in four days than I have had my entire life and I have swallowed more cum than I can wrap my head around. My hand started to play with nipples. I had visions of being on my knees, with men standing in front of me, their cocks hard and dripping. I am not leaving, I can do this, I said to myself. I am going to have some fun today. I messaged scheduling saying that I would like to work the booths this afternoon. Scheduling messaged me back fifteen minutes later. "The booths are open from three-thirty until six o'clock," was the reply. That was two and half hours of blowjobs I thought, more than during the week at Happy Hour. Plenty of time for me to play around with make up and get dressed I thought. Lunch arrived at twelve thirty. I ate lightly, not knowing what was in store for me downstairs. I then finished my makeup and got dressed. I wore what Estelle put together for me yesterday. Being dressed in pink made me feel girly and if being girly was what I wanted then I had to show it to myself and everyone. I checked myself in the mirror. I was presentable, and then I thought, no I am more than presentable, I am looking sexy. I grabbed my clutch, lipstick, two bottles of water, my pass key and out the door I went. I set up in the hallway sitting on the chair. The first hour was slow, two gentlemen and they were both done in less than ten minutes each. I even opened the doors to make sure that no one was waiting. I sat there bored and thought this was no way to spend Sunday afternoon. At four o'clock, Room A went green. I walked in, looking down at the floor. "Right on time and don't you look sexy in that outfit. I need some relief. Get on your knees, slut," I heard the man say. I did as he demanded, without saying a word. He stepped forward "Take it out and suck it well." I undid his belt and pulled his pants and briefs down. His cock sprang up. A nice sized one at that, and thin. I can take this deep I thought, which I did several times. After about fifteen minutes his creamy load filled my mouth as he grunted. "Fuck, take it all slut. Swallow my load." I obliged and swallowed it all. "You're a good cocksucker. Rachelle is your name?" "Yes Sir." "I have to remember that. I may start coming here more often if you are working." He pulled up his pants, dropped a twenty on the floor and left. I went back to the hall and Room B was green. I went in and no one said anything. I could hear heavy breathing but couldn't see anyone. I kneeled and the chair slid forward. In front of me was an exceptionally large man with a big belly, and a meaty uncut cock that was flaccid. He smelled of cigars and beer. I took his uncut cock in my mouth. It smelled like urine and tasted the same. I thought wow, slightly gross. I was not prepared for this. I sucked him for about five minutes trying not to be too grossed out, but he wasn't getting hard. He sat there patiently and didn't say anything. After another few minutes, I said politely, "Sir, you aren't getting hard, and I can't keep sucking your cock like it is." He grunted, got up and zipped up his pants as he left. I went back to the hallway. That was not fun I said to myself. I don't mind mild urine or body odor, but he was stinky. Room C was green within a few minutes. Hoping for better than the last man, I took a drink of water to rinse my mouth out. I walked into the room and heard the end of what sounded like two men whispering. "Hello?" "Hi Rachelle, there are two of us in here, we hope you don't mind," a man said. "Are you two a couple or something," I said with a laugh. "No, no. We are both members here and we..." The other man chimed in "We usually spend time together, not that way though, not as a couple. We just watched the game upstairs, had a beer or two and we were both horny. His wife and my wife, they don't understand." "I understand," I said as I kneeled. This wasn't a first for me as I had sucked two men at one time a long time ago. I loved it back then and was thinking this could be good. This was the type of fun I was seeking. They had already dropped their pants and were standing there. I was presented with two cut cocks, about average, around six inches, each with big balls. I grabbed one in each hand and gave them each a few strokes and held them. I licked the head of each several times to get them moistened up a little. I then alternated taking each one down the base, and slowly sucking back to the top. I continued that for about ten minutes and to my surprise they both came within a few seconds of each other, each jerking their loads off into my mouth and splashing some onto my face. They were decent sized loads, and it was a good amount of cum. I laughed as it dripped off my nose and lower lip. "Oh, Jack we made a mess of her" the one man said. "I think we did Sam. Rachelle we didn't mean to do that to you," the other man said. I laughed, "It is ok gentlemen, it is part of my job. Sometimes I get messy." "That was wonderful. Can we get a threesome with you Rachelle? Not today but perhaps next Sunday?" "In here again?" "Not in here," said one of them. "Upstairs." "I haven't been allowed to do anything but work at these booths. I started last week, and I haven't even seen the bar." "Oh my," the one man said. "I am going to make a request for a threesome. I will be adamant that we want you. The other girl we have seen isn't that good," he said. "She looks at her phone a lot," the other man said. "Which is annoying," the other replied. "I would never do anything like that. That is rude and disrespectful." They both pulled up their pants and each handed me twenty dollars. "You did great Rachelle, until next Sunday when we can really get into you." With that they left. That was wonderful I thought, and those men were very friendly and honestly open. The night continued for another three blowjobs to completion. They were all men who had been in the sports bar watching the games. It seems like Sunday afternoons are a fun time to be here, when the games start to wind down, I thought to myself. I gathered my things and went back to my apartment. After dinner, I took off my makeup, put my pink nightie on and watched some television. A new week starts tomorrow I thought, I need to ask Carla about doing privates.