Female - Bronze Rank

It's another fairly typical morning as you stumble around your small apartment in a haphazard attempt to get ready for the day. You're already late for work, however, you still take time to make sure you're presentable. After all, as you're always told, it's more important to look good than be on time. Especially since it's virtually impossible to be on time for anything as a Bronze rank. Leaning in closer to the mirror, you do a final look over everything before pulling away satisfied. You're not sure if you'll ever be a Gold rank but you have been told you're too hot to just a Bronze. Regardless, that's the color of the bracelet currently entwined around your wrist letting all know your status. Thankfully you don't mind too much as you're at least allowed a taste of every rung of ladder.

A few minutes later you're seated at the bus stop waiting. It's fairly quiet as you lazily scroll through your phone to kill time. Finally, you hear the loud vehicle pulling around the corner and board. The electric vehicle has no official 'driver' since it runs itself. However, the employee on board overseeing things gives you a nod as you take a seat. It is custom that females do not pay for transportation as long as any male employee or male passengers are attended to and currently another woman is knelt between his legs. You watch for a moment as her head bobs up and down rhythmically and enthusiastically slurps on his member. Turning your attention to the interior of the bus you're somewhat disappointed to find there is no other male occupant onboard yet.

It remains this way for two more stops and you soon find yourself lost back in mindless scrolling on your phone. You're hardly cognizant when the wheels slowly screech to a halt once more and the door creaks open. You're still absently scrolling when the bus lurches forward again and the next passenger makes their way down.

"Ahhm."

Your eyes slowly travel up to meet those of the intruder. It's a middle aged man, someone you can tell was once better looking but still hasn't aged all that poorly. His figure certainly has seen better days, however, as your gaze moves further down you see the more important body part is not quite so lacking. That's the nice thing about Bronze rank, it's not full of a bunch of unappealing prospects but rather the average ones, the ones who haven't been able to or haven't made any effort towards bettering themselves and their appearance. It's really not necessary to worry and stress over the slim chance of rising in the ranks for most people. They're more than content with the already generous benefits they receive in their current position. You haven't decided yet how you feel about it but you're currently satisfied enough with your rank not to complain.

Slipping your phone back into your purse, you give your full attention to the man before you. His pants are unzipped revealing the moderate appendage wrapped in his hand. You can tell from his stance exactly what he's looking for and willingly comply. You find that most Bronze ranked men prefer to start off their day with a blow job. Obligingly you slip the averagely sized appendage into your mouth and feel it slightly increase in size and firmness. With one hand the man holds onto the overhead rail for stability while casually scrolling through his phone with the other. More passengers make their way onboard the bus as you and the vehicle continue your respective duties. You can feel more eyes on you as you carry on with the sloppy fellatio until at last you're rewarded with a throatful of warm, slightly acidic cum.

It must be your lucky day as the bus has just arrived at your stop after the man zips up and thanks you for your service. Nodding absentmindedly, you quickly gather your things and slip off the bus before you can be stopped again. Somehow you're able to make it inside and to your station without being stopped. There you clock in - a mere formality - and get ready to begin your day. Yawning, you toss aside your coat and fix your name tag to the thin strap of your 'uniform' before greeting your male counterpart who's setting up the register. While working at a grocery store isn't the most glamorous job, it's no more difficult than any other. After all, your male coworkers do most of the actual labor since the rest of you are mainly there to provide a different type of assistance. Unfortunately, you're not allowed to commingle with your male colleagues while on the floor as your first priority is to the male patrons. However, whatever happens off the clock or in the break rooms is an entirely different story.

The morning starts off slow with just a few Bronze and Silver ranked women coming through your lane to pay for their wares. The Bronze stop to offer your male counterpart head or quick fuck in exchange for their items while the Silver ranked simply pass through as a polite formality. Finally, just before lunchtime you're pleased to see a Silver ranked man make his way down before stopping to hand your coworker his basket and stepping over to get a better look at you. He's a fairly attractive young man in his late 20s dressed in a nice suit and tie. He appears as though he's on his way back to the office after having stepped out to run a few errands. You're only more than happy to ensure he's completely prepared before departing. At his direction you position yourself at the end of the conveyor belt and wait as he orients himself behind you. A shiver of anticipation runs through you when you feel his fingers run down along your slit that's brazenly showing through your crotchless panties.

Moaning, you arch into his touch eagerly as you feel yourself already growing wet with excitement. Part of the reason your gender had so easily agreed to this new arrangement was due to the increase in arousal that seems to be experienced by each new generation. Conspiracy theorists speculated this was the result of government tampering - e.g. putting something in the water or sending out some type of inaudible frequency capable of altering one's senses and emotions. Scientists on the other hand concluded it's nothing more than the natural progression of human evolution. Regardless of the reason, it resulted in your generation being all the more reciprocal if not eager to serve the opposite gender when it's become so thoroughly enjoyable. The man wastes no time before quickly unzipping and sliding his already rigid dick inside your slick pussy. You let another moan as you're filled with his surprisingly well-endowed member. You feel his hands tightly grip your hips, pulling you back against him while your coworker continues bagging his items.

You're hardly aware as your full focus is on your own more pleasurable task. The patron continues roughly bearing down on you with each avid thrust. One of his hands slides up along your form and slips beneath the thin brassiere-like garment covering your top half. A shiver of pleasure runs through you when his fingers find and tug at your erect nipple. Arching back further you cry out softly as you find yourself cumming on the man's thick member. His other hand slips beneath your waist and you're swiftly drawn back into him once more. You can hear him panting lightly as he continues his barrage, the noise is only slightly drowned out by the repeated sound of skin contacting skin and beeps from the register. You gasp in surprise when you're met with a final, fervid thrust before you feel yourself filled with the man's viscous seed. You feel yourself climax again in turn before you're released and the man straightens up again. You take a moment to gather yourself before sitting back up to see the man straighten his tie before gathering his bagged groceries and throwing you a nod of appreciation. You return the action with a smile and thank him for shopping at the establishment. He exits the lane, making way for the next patron who's been patiently waiting. You offer this next shopper a smile too as he makes his way over and you're right back to work.