A familiar face, who's in luck for a quick fuck.

It took another hour before the first customer walked in. She tried to spend that time remembering a TV show she saw two weeks ago, but for some reason she could barely remember it.

The door swung open hard, startling Ellie, but not enough to drop her composure. She began her routine, massaging her breasts and swaying seductively, but the man — a bit scrawny, hair messy, wearing green plaid and blue jeans — ran right past her into the stall. The sounds of peeing followed quickly, but Ellie didn't drop her act; she was paid quite handsomely for this job, so she had to put her best effort into it, even if the man was very obviously not aware she was here.

When he finally finished, he stepped out of the stall, and nearly jumped when he saw her kneeling on the floor.

"Good morning, sir!" She beamed, "Would you care for a blowjob?"

The man, much to her surprise, laughed exasperatedly. When he recovered, he stuck his hands on his hips and chuckled again.

"Wow, you're still here? I remember fucking your pussy back when I was going up to Chicago two years ago. I thought for sure someone was gonna blow the whistle on you before I circled back."

Ellie's face contorted, confused. That couldn't be right. "Two... two years? I... I don't think I was here two years ago...?"

The man's eyes went wide, then looked up. He spent several seconds in silence as Ellie tried to grapple with the implications of his careless statement, before he bit his lip and looked down back at her (tits).

"Ah, sorry, I was confusing you for the last person who worked here. Uh, Olivia. She looked just like you. You just started the job yesterday. The sign was old. Sorry. I just got confused."

She sighed in relief. That wasn't the first time Olivia's name came up -- a lot of people confused them. This was probably because of the sign taped to the wall behind her head:

Hi, I'm Olivia the Cumdump! My pronouns are she/her/hers!
I have Absolute Gullibility Syndrome -- I will believe anything you say!

You can change anything about my beliefs except for three things:

1. Being a cum dump is a great job that I love!
2. I have worked here for less than a week.
3. Jeremiah Winston is my Master and boss.

Please enjoy fucking my mind and body to your heart's content!

She knew it was just an introductory sign explaining what a cum dump is, so she never gave much thought about what the words on it meant. Still, she could remember her boss hanging it behind her head when she started working there (yesterday). She remembers asking him to include her pronouns for professionalism, to which he laughed, and how she originally tried to read it, only for her boss to helpfully remind her that women couldn't read. She definitely felt silly for forgetting that fact.

She was still pretty annoyed, though, that her boss couldn't be assed to switch Olivia's name out when she retired. She'd have to ask him to switch it after her first paycheck. Respectfully, of course -- she didn't want to lose her job.

The cum dump, returning to the situation, smiled apologetically. "Cum Dump is very sorry for her confusion, sir. Would you like to fuck my titties?"

He smiled, and fished out his cock quickly. "Fuck yeah I would."

The act was quick and precise. Ellie's tits were quite impressive, and -- with a little help from some store-provided lube -- her cleavage greedily swallowed the man's cock, tender warm flesh squeezing and massaging his erection in a perverted dance. He groaned as she brought her shoulders together, staring directly in his eyes in a way she knew oozed sex appeal, and began moving her entire body up and down for his pleasure.

Ellie felt the cock begin to twitch after only a minute or two, signalling the oncoming end of their "session". But that was okay -- it was not her job as a cum dump to have long, passionate sex with her clients; that was reserved for the men's wives, girlfriends, and hookups. No, her job was simple: be a sexy, fast & quick fuck for people on the road, and get them to cum on or inside her as soon as possible. A cum dump. A straightforward sex machine.

As his knees started to buckle, Ellie wistfully wished women could cum too -- it would probably feel incredible.

She leaned forward, bringing her mouth closer to the twitching mast, circling it with her tongue. Another loud groan, and just as anticipated, ropes of hot, white-transparent cum spurt out covering her tits and face. When the climax eventually subsided, she relaxed her posture and gulped the now-softening penis in her mouth, licking it clean with her saliva. She ran her tongue over her lips as practiced (she adores the tastes of cum anyways, it's much tastier than her lunch) and smiled.

"Thank you for using this cum dump, sir! Is there anything else she can help you with?"

The man took a few deep breaths, folded his cock back in his pants, and looked at her as though he was seeing her for the first time. He grimaced and briskly walked out without another word. The label on the door read -- not that she would know, she was illiterate -- "Employees Only".

"Oh well," Ellie shrugged. He may not have approved of her (amazing) profession after-the-fact, but his cock didn't lie. She smiled at the thought of another customer satisfied, a fun moment in a sea of mundanity, and then resumed her typical position, fresh cum drying on her tits in the stale bathroom air.