Fuck Lounge

"Sorry, I'm late, Mr. Greenridge," said Lisa as she took off her coat revealing nothing but her mandated g-string. She hated that she had to work without a bra, given how big her boobs were.

"Three minutes," he said. "You know what that means."

Lisa nodded sullenly and peeled down her g-string. She laid on top of the wheelchaired man's lap, and after gently probing her pussy, he gave three, distinct, sudden slaps. A crowd of bemused patrons and employees watched the corporal, sexualized punishment and she smiled insincerely when it was over, peeling back on her panties and rubbing her reddened asscheek.

"Suckbooth 3," said Mr. Greenridge, and Lisa nodded. She spent the next two hours sucking off various dudes, and one elderly woman, from her perch beneath the suckbooth and only the comfort of company-supplied kneepads. The Fuck Lounge was part-brothel, part-Hookah lounge, and while Lisa was not yet old enough to smoke tobacco (she was only 19), she was old enough to engage in the sex trade. Greenridge did offer college credit in addition to valuable experience should Lisa wish to become a prostitute or escort or actress. Lisa didn't think she had the looks for any of those high-end jobs, despite her big tits.

Lisa's neck ached as she arose for the nth time when her latest client went away for the evening. She made her way to the rinse room to wash the taste away and clean up for a few minutes when she was stopped. "Lisa Godfried?" asked the elderly man, Zacharias Levi, who was her friend Zach's namesake and adopted grandfather. "Mr. Levi!" jumped Lisa, bouncing noticeably to the old man, as she gave him a hug and kiss. He noted her big tits. "My, you've grown!"

She nodded perkily, as he led her to another suckbooth. "Did you need a suck? Let me just clean up and..."

"No, no," he said politely. "Let's talk. I'll have one of these boys suck me off."

Lisa nodded and called over one of the new femboys, and he slipped under the table. Mrs. Esther Levi soon joined them in the booth, with Javier, the buff black guy on her arm. "Lisa!"

It was good talking with her former neighbors. They had moved away three years ago, but she and Zach were always playing around at their house, pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend before almost becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. She was too young when they moved to have ever had sex with Mr. and Mrs. Levi, although they were no strangers to lovemaking.

"We're in town to visit our grandson," Zacharias said, after finally shooting off his load. "We forgot how old you kids are now? Are you a whore?"

"Just in training. Mr. Greenridge doesn't like us to charge for fucking. It's just part of the atmosphere."

"That explains the cover charge," laughs Esther. "I used to whore back in the day. I still do, for some of these fetish types."

"Oh, don't be so modest, dear," interrupted her husband, "she charges quite the pretty penny for a night in her bed. Supplemental retirement income, she calls it." They laugh and hold hands, as Javier continues to eat out her pussy. They are truly in love. Lisa smiles, then frowns.

"How about you, Lisa? Any real fucking going on in your life?" Esther looks with genuine concern. "I'm sorry to hear that you and Zach never really hit it off. You were so cute together."

"Yeah, he fucked me a few times. But he's really into football players, and I just don't like going to those orgies. It's not good for work."

They nodded understandably.

"Plus, we drifted away after high school, and he has those two girlfriends now. You know what they say. Three's a crowd."

"I'll never get these polyamorous relationships, dear. When I met Esther, all those years ago at her mother's cathouse, I knew she was the only woman for me. Even while I was fucking her mother."

"Yeah, I--"

Mr. Greenridge wheeled up to the booth and frowned. "Mr. and Mrs. Levi, nice to see you in town. Were you planning on using Lisa here? If not, we do have other clients that need servicing."

"Oh, of course," said Zacharias, "Sorry to keep her from her work." He kissed Lisa's cheek and gently groped her right breast. "Your tits are just like your mother's at your age. A little big, but, same shape."

"Thanks," Lisa smiled and shimmied out of the booth. She waved goodbye to the couple, as she followed Mr. Greenridge to his back office. As the door closed, he stared at her. "Don't talk to them," he said sternly.

Lisa was dumbstruck. "Wh- why?" She placed her hands on her hips and looked down at the poor man in confusion.

"Because- because I don't want to lose you. They're scouts, and your one of my favorites."

Lisa bent down and kissed Mr. Greenridge on the forehead, rubbing his limp dick over his pants. "Don't worry about me, sir. I'm not going nowhere."

He smiled. "I'm sorry. It's just that ever since Everly ran off with the Dodgers..."

"Say no more." She quieted her boss.

"Go ahead and leave twenty minutes early. You've sucked enough cock for today."

Lisa nodded and took the back hallway to the locker room. As she redressed, she noticed her phone was blowing up.