Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2023 15:51:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Rachelle Naughty Subject: A Career Change Chapter 17 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 a 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 17 - Going Home Monday came quickly and it was a rainy, gray fall day. The sort of day I love. The rain makes me horny and that I was. I needed to cum. When will I be let out of this cage? I was feeling good about myself after the weekend. I checked the schedule app on the tablet. I really need to go to my townhouse and clean out the refrigerator and donate whatever food I have there, get the mail and put some lights on timers. All the stuff one does when one is away from home for a length of time. I don't get much important mail these days, everything is electronic which is why I need my laptop. Carla said I would be paid at the end of this week. I am curious how much I have made. I looked at the schedule and thought today I can go home. I have to work the booths from noon to two o'clock. Tomorrow, I work later in the afternoon and then I am not working again until Wednesday at noon. No one had booked any privates with me for that time, which was disappointing. If I leave myself enough time I can leave after the booths today, drive home, which is forty-five minutes away, take care of all of that I need to do Tuesday morning and be back here by two to get ready for work at four thirty. Oh my God, I thought, did I really just think that? I blocked out the time and received confirmation it was received. Now I have to be concerned about getting into my town home without neighbors seeing me. I checked the weather; heavy rain is forecast for this afternoon. Good, none of the neighbors will be outside and I don't have to explain where I have been or why I have no hair or eyebrows. For the rest of the morning, until I needed to be in the booths at noon, I tried on some of my new clothes. Some things fit and others were too small or too big. I needed help with the corsets and getting them adjusted. Curse this male body I thought. I brought the clothes that didn't fit down to the salon where Estelle had me try them on and she pinned those that were too large and could be altered, and what was too small went into the back room for someone else. Carla said they would order some other clothes for me and hopefully they will fit better. The corsets were fitted and my God were they tighter than I thought they would be, but they gave me a more feminine shape. I won't be able to wear those for a long time. By eleven o'clock I was back in my apartment, shaved, showered, and enema complete. I noticed my arm pit hair was growing back so I shaved those smooth. How I love that feeling. I put on a very feminine smelling antiperspirant. I sat down to apply my makeup. I had been practicing being able to give myself a `V' notch in my upper lip which is very sexy. This is going to be my seventh time in the booths. I do enjoy it. I love sucking older men's cock and swallowing their creamy loads. I love the smell and taste of their cocks and cum. I love when they order me to suck them or swallow. Yes, I have a daddy complex and I know why, but I wasn't going to let that get in the way of enjoying the slut I have become. My makeup was done, I was dressed, and out the door at five minutes to noon. I was ready for the next two hours. The booths kept me busy for the entire two hours. I sucked ten men. This was the first lunch time I had worked, and it paid off. There was plenty of cock to service and the men seemed pleasant. The word is getting out that I suck well I guess, and I am very submissive about it. My plan was to bring back some of my male clothes in the one piece of luggage that I own. I packed the essentials that any girl needs, toiletries, a plug and big dildo, along with a bottle of lube, and a baby doll to sleep in. I had male clothes at the house to wear back rather than the sport coat, slacks, and shirt I wore to the interview. I wanted to bring back my favorite sweats and some other male clothes, just in case I need to get outside and not be Rachelle. I departed the hotel at four o'clock. I knew I would encounter some traffic and it took over an hour to get home due to the weather. I arrived at my complex at five fifteen. My reflection in the mirror was funny. Very thin eyebrows and a very short buzzcut. While I was concerned about neighbors seeing me, they weren't overly friendly people living around me. All of them are working class or close to retirement, some of them have children and all keep to themselves. Other than a quick hello, not much is said. I couldn't afford a unit with a garage. The building next to mine, across the courtyard, has garages. I could see my neighbor Paul was in his garage, and he had a clear view of me walking into my place. Luckily, I was able to park in front of my unit. It was raining and I ran to the door. I fumbled the keys but got the lock opened and I was inside. I made it! I looked around. The place was how I left it almost two weeks ago thinking I would be back in a few hours after an interview, which was nothing. Dirty breakfast dishes in the sink, my laptop running and a pile of dirty laundry. I cleaned the dishes, ran the laundry, and gathered my laptop to take with me. I spent the evening going through food items and throwing out what was bad. I then put what was left together to donate to the local food pantry at the church which I will drop off early tomorrow morning. I made something for dinner which wasn't as good as the food at the hotel. Around eight o'clock I was done with chores and packing some clothes to take back. I made a list of what I needed to do before leaving tomorrow. I ran out to the mailbox without anyone seeing me and grabbed the mail. Mostly junk mail. I need to get a mail forwarding card from the post-office if I am not coming back here often. I was tired so I turned in early after working in the booths, driving, and cleaning up my house. But not before I took out the big dildo and impaled myself on it. In search of a sissygasm I lubed the big fake cock up and slowly pushed it into my pussy. I felt tight I thought. I need to wear the plugs like Carla said I should. I rode the dildo for a half an hour, grinding up and down on it. I could feel my little sissy clit tingle and I started to drip a little precum but I wasn't going to cum. I could tell it wasn't happening. I pulled the dildo out and turned off the lights. Frustrated and horny. The morning arrived and I was up early. I drove to the local food pantry with the donation items and put the luggage in the car along with the laptop. I adjusted the heat and hot water heater not knowing when I would be back. I enjoyed being in my own place and while it wasn't much it was mine. I was about to leave when the doorbell rang. Shit, I thought. I went to the door quietly and looked to see my neighbor Paul. Paul was an older gentleman; he and his wife had the end unit across the courtyard. I always admired him from a distance. We had become casual neighbors, striking up a conversation when getting the mail or bringing in groceries. But we never spent time together nor did they invite me for dinner knowing I was single. I secretly wanted to blow Paul and have him fuck me, but that is a difficult subject to bring up with someone you aren't certain about their interest in doing that. "Hey Paul. How are you?" I said, opening the door. "Hey Richard, Is everything ok? I haven't seen you in a while. Your car wasn't here," he said as his voice trailed off noticing my hair was buzzed down to a fine stubble. I am not certain if he noticed my eyebrows. I was wearing sweats and sneakers. "Yes, everything is fine, I uh, I have some temporary work that is a little bit of a drive from here and the company has put me up in a hotel. I had today off and came home to get some clothes and things. It all came up last minute," I said. "Ok, that is good, I was worried. We are going to Florida for about two months, and I know in the past I have asked you to get the mail and check the house. Will you be able to do that?" "I forgot about your annual trip to Florida," I said. I love their annual trip to Florida I said to myself. I immediately began thinking about how I would get their mail from the box, bring it over to their house to which he gave me a key. I would stack the mail on the kitchen counter and check to make sure everything in the house was in order. Then I would strip naked and try on his wife's panties and lingerie. I would lay on their bed and masturbate smelling her panties and feeling them on my body. I soon found myself in a daydream at that point, on me knees in front of Paul, his cock in front of me as I worship it. Licking the head and shaft and taking it all the way down to the base, gagging on it slightly as he pulls out and jerks a big load of hot cum onto my tongue. "What happened to your hair?" I heard as I snapped out of my daydream. "Oh, I uh, I decided to go with a really short haircut. The place I am working at has a lot of equipment and it is very hot inside." I could tell by the look on his face that he was skeptical. I was nervous because I certainly couldn't tell him what I am doing for work, and I can't disclose the club. I needed this conversation to end as quickly as possible. "So, you don't know if you can cover the mail while we are away," he asked. "When are you leaving?" "January first and will be back around March fifteenth," he replied. Even though that fell outside the two months I agreed to, I was certain I was going to commit to more time. "I don't know how long this job will last. I may be there working still, so I don't want to say yes and then I can't help you out. You know I would help you if I was certain. But let's see we still have almost two months, and I will be back before then to check on the place." "I know, you have always been good that way, ever since you moved in here three years ago. We really appreciate having a neighbor like you," he said as he touched my arm. "Well thank you Paul, the feeling is mutual. I need to get back on the road, I have bit of a drive to get back," Is said. "Ok good to see you. Take care." And with that Paul went back to his house. That was close. I was really looking to avoid all contact with the neighbors. I am not ready to be Rachelle here in the real world. I drove back to the hotel and prepared myself for the booths. I was working on those a lot and it is starting to pay off after two weeks. Back in my apartment after the booths, I ate dinner and retired to the bedroom. I was thinking about my neighbor Paul for some reason and when he touched my arm. Should I have invited him inside? I started to play with my nipples and rubbing my little man breasts. I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a dildo and lube. I need to cum as I slipped the dildo into my pussy. I inserted it deep and straddled it, hoping to cum. All the while thinking about my neighbor Paul. I didn't cut and went to bed after another frustrating night.