B cafe interview

I walked into the B cafe and again. It was pretty empty so a lot of the Rebeckas were available. Multiple came to serve me as I sat down.

"What can I get for you today, Sir?" A Rebecka with a ponytail and glasses asked me, her apron numbered '42'. She was dressed in the standard attire of a B cafe Rebecka: tight denim shorts, black waist apron, black choker and nude top. 3 others stood idly by, looking at me waiting for a response.

"Does an Eric run this place? I'd like to speak to him about possible employment." I asked, eying 42's body.

Rebecka 42's body was a delightful blend of curved assets and angled facial features. Her wide hips and thin waist drew my gaze to the plump roundness of her ass. Her long black hair cascaded down, golden hoop earrings dangled from her earlobes. Her light brown skin decorated by neck tattoos that framed her visible collarbones. Her exotic angled facial features were highlighted by the small studs that pierced the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but the owner isn't here at the moment. Can I take your order instead?" she offered with a submissive smile.

"What time is he in today?"

"Aw dang, I'm not sure," Rebecka 42 replied with an over the top frown. "He's at a new captures auction until later this evening. I'm so sorry about that."

"Fuck." I said, hand on my forehead. "I don't have any money so I guess I'm waiting here until he gets in... 8ish hours from now." I watched as the only other Eric in the store loudly grunted into a Rebecka, wiped his dick off in her hair and left. "I suppose with that auction happening most Erics will be attending that and the cafe is gonna be pretty slow, huh? Well um... Sit down I guess? Tell me about yourself."

Rebecka 42 looked surprised. "Sure, Ok?" she said, unsure of my motives, sitting down across from me. "I'm just here to serve and obey."

"Relax, I'm not gonna do anything to you. This well is dry from that busty ebony at the pancake place. Tell me your story.".

Taking a deep breath she began to tell of her life before the Erics got her. She was put in foster care at a young age, spent a lot of time in juvie learning to fight, got married to a gangbanger type, had 3 kids, divorced him after domestic **** problems, got into custody battles, moved into a low income area then eventually got hired at the taco place where her and her original Eric worked together.

"Oh shit! You're the exact same as the Rebecka from my dimension. She has a fiery, flirty, unbreakably confident aura. I bet you do too! or at least you did before- you know."

Rebecka 42 nodded sadly, "Yes, I was quite the handful in my old life. Before I was... brought here." She glanced around the cafe. "We all have that same story here. Currently there are 9 of us Rebekas on staff. Fat Eric gave us random numbers to identify us. It's been difficult to adjust; especially because the Eric that owns this place is a wall street type, money lover who never even knew us in his home dimension. But here, we've learned to be... submissive. It's a harsh world for those who don't conform." Her eyes looked into mine exhausted. "But, we get by. We have to. And we support each other as much as we can," she said, gesturing to the other variants who were busy cleaning tables.

"So that's why this place is hiring. The place needs another Eric here to keep things in check while that ‘Fat Eric’ sets up other business." I put my hand over her hand. "I really hope I get hired here. We've worked together before and it was great. You are a hard working mother, a fierce determined fighter and a good friend. Although if I am hired it would be as your boss. A boss who sexually assaults you all the time."

Rebecka 42 gave me an accepting smile, "It's the way of things here. At least you seem nicer than others." Me and 42 talked for a while longer. Eventually, with the store getting no other visitors, 7 other Rebeckas joined our table and chatted with us. They joked and laughed, told stories of bad Eric customers, talked shit about things from their past and about the Eric society. It was like talking to the Rebecka from my home world 8 times, although 1 Rebecka didn't join in on our relaxing and bonding. The Rebecka I used when I first arrived: Rebecka 15.

Rebecka 15 was wiping tables with a miffed look on her face, clearly trying to ignore my presence. "What happened to her?" I asked Rebecka 42, who was sitting next to me.

"Ah, 15?" she said, her smile fading a bit. "She's just going through a rough patch. Yesterday an Eric was... intense. He liked to push the boundaries. She thought she had a chance at freedom but got humiliated instead. 28 had to eat the cum out of her ass after the fact." Rebecka 28 shivered at the memory. The others rolled their eyes and shit talked about how much of a cruel dick that guy was. I bit my tongue, letting them vent. I didn't want them to know I was the Eric who fucked her ass after giving her hope. "It's not all bad, though," 42 added, squeezing my hand. "Some of the Erics are actually quite kind, like you! Or the one who owned the pancake place you went to earlier. He's a sweetheart."

"Yeah, I've heard good things about him. Pretty sure the **** owner part of his business is just to fund his love of making breakfast."

The Rebeckas around the table laughed and nodded in agreement. The vibe grew more comfortable as they continued sharing stories about their experiences. Each had their own tales of cruelty and kindness. Hearing them speak as if they were anything but sex toys was a bit strange.

"You guys are allowed to like, leave? How do you know so many other Erics and other variants?"

Rebecka 42 sipped on a coffee she had made for herself. "We can't leave this dimension without permission, but at night a lot of slaves are allowed to do their own things. It's a way to keep us... I guess you could say 'socialized', stop mind breaking insanity. It also leads to a fantasy for Erics where they like to go out at night and fuck some 'wild pussy,' as they call it. You've only been here for like a day so you're still probably in the honeymoon phase of your new found superiority; you'll see what I mean if you talk to more slaves and go to less ‘touristy’ spots."

"I guess I have spent basically all my time on the streets surrounding the citadel and with Eric Prime."

She winced, "Those are pretty cruel areas for us. And Prime, man is he an evil god to non-Erics. Everything near the citadel is maximum ****. I feel so bad for those **** to work there or those stupid enough to wander by when they get a break from duties."

"It's definitely intense around there," I said, remembering my time with the Suck-Past, Lolah Express, Citadel toilets, Caitlyn's beer and that hotel. They were fond memories for just one day but I didn't wanna let the Rebeckas know that.

After a few hours of bonding with them, I felt my erection coming back. I put my hands on the thighs of the 2 sitting next to me and rubbed slowly. The Rebeckas giggled nervously, looking at each other. "What's wrong?" I asked, playing innocent.

"Well, Eric… Sir,” Rebecka 42 began, "it's just that your hand... it's moving up my thigh."

I smirked, "We've been talking while we wait for a while, let's do something else." The two Rebeckas looked at each other. For just a while they got to mentally escape from the reality of their lives but they knew their place, and the rules of this world.

"How about a little show?" I suggested, "from all of you." groping the nearest asses, I got up, pulled a lone chair into the middle of the room and sat expectantly.

The Rebeckas looked at each other nervously before Rebecka 42 took the lead. "Alright, girls. We got a performance to put on. He's still an Eric, a part of this twisted society... but at least he's nice to us?"

They all took positions around the chair. The music in the cafe switched to something slow and sensual. Rebeckas started to strip for me, taking turns caressing and kissing each other, dancing around the chair, hands roaming, teasing nipples and sliding down thighs. Without the aprons with the numbers, it was almost impossible to tell any of them apart. Rebecka 15 sat alone at a table in the back, still looking upset.

"Come on, 15," I called out, gesturing for her to join us. "You're part of the team, aren't you?" She walked up to me and stood angrily. Pushing down by her shoulders, the room echoed with the sound of knees hitting the floor. She slowly began to remove my suit pants while maintaining a glare that could kill.

"I hate you" she whispered as he took my cock into her hand. I didn't have time to deal with that cause I had a show to enjoy.

The Rebeckas continued their performance, their movements becoming more and more sensual. Walking around me like a ritual, they moaned in my ear, rubbed their breast up against my back, licked my earlobes, and ran their hands all over me as they groped eachother. 15 began to blow me. Her lips tight around my shaft, her tongue sliding up and down, her cheeks hollowed out as she gave me the best blowjob I had ever had. The anger in her eyes was burning. But hey, if she wanted to be the bottom of my little kingdom here, so be it. The other Rebeckas circled around while bending over, one by one they began to twerk, rubbing their bodies against me, their hands exploring each other's curves and valleys, some spreading others cheeks. Their ass movements sped up as they performed pulling at their own hair, and pinching their nipples.

I reached out both arms to the side and gripped 2 asses, feeling as much meat as I could regardless of the discomfort it caused. 15's eyes were shut tight, working my dick with a mix of anger and professionalism. "You're all so beautiful," I murmured. The Rebeckas giggled and growled at the compliment, playing into the fantasy.

I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, "Keep going, I'm gonna cum." I warned them. They all stopped their movements and fell to their knees around me with anticipation. 15 took the cue and picked up the pace. Her cheeks hollowed out as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth. I couldn't tell if she was doing it to satisfy me or to make me cum faster so she could get it over with. As I approached climax, I pulled out of her mouth. "Open up," I instructed the eager group of Rebeckas. They all leaned in closer, their eyes on my cock. With a loud groan, I shot my load across their faces, watching as they closed their eyes and opened their mouths to catch the warm cum. It splattered across their cheeks, dribbled down their chins, and coated their open mouths. They looked like a ravenous pack of animals fighting for food. In the center sat 15, fuming and miserable. As the last drops fell from my cock, they all eagerly began to lick each other clean, tongues dancing across their faces, sharing the taste of my cum. They didn't miss a spot, ensuring that every inch of their skin was covered. The room was filled with the sounds of wet smacking and moaning as they cleaned one another.

I sat back in the chair, watching them with satisfaction. It was a good reminder that they are just sex slaves. "Good job, girls," I said, patting 15's head like a dog. "I think you girls deserve a reward." I looked 15 in the eyes. "Not all of you though"

The other Rebeckas giggled and whispered to each other, while 15's eyes shot daggers at me. "Lets go back to the table and relax some more. 15 will be underneath eating you out for the next couple of hours."

They all cheered and went back to the table, leaving 15 kneeling at my feet. "You're a fucking joke. Why are you doing this to me? I'm literally exactly the same as them. Im exactly like your Rebecka." she said, spitting out the cum she hadn't swallowed.

I smirked, "But you're not, are you?" I gestured to the other Rebeckas, who were all smiling and chatting as if nothing had happened. "You're the one that's not fitting in. You're the one that's not embracing your new life here. You can be my friend, or you can be my whipping girl. I've already decided how your life's gonna be. Besides, I still wanna have some cruel fun with at least 1 version of you. You just got unlucky. Now lick up that cum you just spat and eat out my friends while we hang." Rebecka 15's eyes moistened with tears as she cleaned the mess she had made, seething. Her tongue slithered over the floor, collecting the globs of cum and spit.

The other Rebeckas sat at the table after serving themselves dessert, pies and ice creams that had been prepared for the day's customers that never arrived. They all looked up at me with hopeful glances, happy with their new soon to be manger. Meanwhile 15 crawled underneath the table. "Thank you, Eric," said one of the Rebeckas, smiling sweetly as she took a bite of her apple pie. "It's so nice to be appreciated." The other Rebeckas nodded in agreement. They barely glanced at 15 as she spread one's legs then got to work, her tongue lapping at their inner thighs. The Rebeckas above her chatted away, sharing bits of gossip about the different Erics. They sneered and laughed, occasionally letting out a gasp or moan as she hit just the right spot. We caught up until evening arrived, 15 not once getting a break.

The door to the cafe swung open and in walked a fat, balding Eric with a tan suit and a cigar in his mouth, scanning the room with a slight squint. "Welcome back, Master," Rebecka 42 said, standing up to greet him submissively.

"Shut Up Jannet?" He said gruffly, not bothering to acknowledge the other Rebeckas or even remember who they were. His eyes scanned the room, his expression one of irritation before landing on me. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Eric, I've been waiting for you to get back. I've come to apply for the job opening."

The fat Eric squinted at me through the smoke of his cigar, his eyes narrowing. "You got any experience with these Jannets?" he said, his voice gruff.

"Rebeckas, sir" I corrected.

The fat Eric looked confused for a moment before his eyes widened. "Oh right, these sluts are all Rebeckas. Never meet one in my home world. Know they are real popular with you younger Erics though."

"Yeah, I had the pleasure of working with one of them at my fast food taco job- before I joined the society," I said, trying to build rapport.

The fat Eric took a puff of his cigar, blowing out a thick plume of smoke. "You don't say? I've been meaning to hire an Eric who knows how to utilize these bitches. Too many slaves here with not enough direction."

"Well, I've got a pretty good handle on it, sir," I said, gesturing to the Rebeckas around the table. "I know the exact power fantasy this type of woman is good for with younger Erics like me."

"Why’s one of them eating out the others on the floor?" He said bluntly.

"Just a little reward for them putting on a good show for me," I replied casually. "She insisted on doing it."

The fat Eric grunted, seemingly satisfied with my answer. He looked over the room again, his gaze lingering on the naked Rebeckas. "Well, looks like I've got good timing. I just got back from the auction. Sold off a few of you. I've got transportation outside waiting. You 5 lets go" He said while pointing to 5 of the 9 Rebeckas, leaving 42, 15, and 2 others. The thought of being sold like cattle was strange, but I knew it was the norm here. "Good luck," I murmured to the ones being taken away. They were simply led out the door, never to be seen again, their heads down in defeat.

"Some BDSM store needed dummies for the display windows. Hope those ones have high pain tolerances." He shrugged while taking more puffs walking over to where I was sitting and sat down, gut pressed against the table. The Rebeckas tried to scurry away but he grabbed one by the arm then pressed her face into his crotch. Resigned, she removed his pants and began to suck.

"I got something new for you, if you wanna be the chump running this place for me," he announced, before whistling in a young Rebecka. She looked barely legal, naked, bruised, and handcuffed, her eyes were full of unbridled rage. "I bought her at the auction today. Untrained, fresh meat. captured 2 days ago. She's a younger one of this exact same model" He said, yanking the **** sucking his cock up by her hair causing a pop. He pushed her back down onto his cock. "Your job is to break her in and manage my sluts. If you can't handle that, then you can't handle running my cafe. Think you can do it?"

I looked at the new Rebecka with excitement. This was a new challenge, one that would test my limits in this fucked up world. "I can handle it," I said, trying to sound confident.

The fat Eric grinned, "Good, I knew you had it in you." He gestured to the other 3 Rebeckas and the one sucking his cock, "These ones will show you the ropes. And remember, I expect results. I want her to serve customers in the coming weeks." He stood up, tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some business to attend to. I'll have your paperwork and paycheck dealt with by the end of the night. You get paid by commission daily. Food is free for customers but we get more subsidies for more Erics coming in and using our Jannets. Good luck chump." With that, he waddled out of the cafe, leaving me alone with the new addition to the smaller team. The Rebeckas closed up then got ready to rest in their quarters in the basement. I once again needed a place to stay, this time, with no money.

NOTE

This whole story is just off the dome so not everything is consistent. If I've made any big errors or you have any suggestions, just let me know. I usually only read the chapter before the one I'm writing and not the whole story so things get loose.

Because of the premise of the story, you can basically do anything you want in your own branch if you please. The only constant is that Eric Prime runs the place and he is a smart, older, deceptively sadistic man, obsessed with Eric superiority.

I gotta come up with a better naming scheme for variants but it's really hard to write when I'm not horny and it's really hard to read past works when I am and could be writing.