Jade's Shift Continues: The Rush Hour

Jade’s arms hung loosely at her sides as she swallowed another load, her jaw aching slightly from the constant repetition. The sound of the mall was a dull roar in her ears now—shoppers moving in and out, the clinking of cutlery from the nearby food court, voices blending together in a steady hum. But none of it registered. Her focus had slipped long ago, and she was on autopilot, her body functioning as part of the steady, never-ending line of clients stepping forward, unloading, and stepping away.

The AR display above her blinked again. Filling level: 72%.

Her stomach was heavy, pressing against the waistband of her thong, the tautness of her belly now uncomfortable, but bearable. The mess on her face, chest, and thighs had become part of her now, drying in sticky streaks, coating her in a familiar layer of filth she hardly noticed. The occasional fresh splatter of cum added to it, warm and wet against her skin, but she no longer flinched. It was all part of the job.

A tall man in a suit stepped up, already unzipping his pants as he made eye contact with the man behind him. Without any hesitation, he gestured to the next client, an unspoken agreement passing between them as they both stepped forward, crowding in close to Jade. She blinked, momentarily thrown by their presence so close together, but didn’t say anything. Sharing the booth wasn’t allowed, but she wasn’t paying attention to the rules anymore. She was too far gone, her thoughts drifting back to the familiar storm of doubt that had been swirling in her mind for weeks.

Her mouth opened automatically, and before she could process the situation, two cocks were pressed against her lips. They jostled for space, their hands brushing against each other as they both began stroking, waiting for release. Jade barely had time to react before the first man came, hot and thick, splattering across her tongue and mixing with the second man’s load as he finished just seconds later. The mess dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her already-sticky chest.

She swallowed mechanically, her thoughts wandering again, even as another pair of men stepped forward.

Law school.

Her father’s voice echoed in her head, stern and insistent. This is your future, Jade. Don’t waste it. But it was hard not to feel like she already had. She’d fallen so far behind, missed so many study sessions, and each time she tried to catch up, the material slipped away from her like sand through her fingers. No matter how many hours she spent hunched over her textbooks, the information just didn’t stick.

The next set of clients barely gave her a moment to adjust before they both pressed forward at once. She felt two cocks stretch her mouth into a grotesque grimace, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other stroked itself in time with her shallow breaths. Cum splattered messily, missing her mouth entirely, hitting her cheek and dripping down her neck. She swallowed the rest, her tongue working quickly to take in what she could before the next pair of men stepped up.

Why was she still doing this?

Jade’s throat ached, but it was nothing compared to the knot of anxiety that had been sitting in her chest for weeks now. She’d taken this job because she needed it. Her parents couldn’t help with tuition anymore, and there was no way she could afford to stay in law school without working. This job had seemed like the best option—quick money, flexible hours—but it came at a cost. A cost she hadn’t anticipated when she’d first signed up.

The filling meter pinged again. 75%.

Her body was swollen now, her stomach visibly distended. She shifted slightly on her knees, her legs stiff and sore from the hours spent in the same position. The next client—two clients—stepped forward, already unzipping their pants.

She opened her mouth, the taste of cum so familiar now that it barely registered anymore. One of the men finished quickly, spilling his load across her lips, while the other jerked himself furiously, his release splashing against her already-coated face. The mess was unavoidable now. It dripped down her chin, running down her neck and pooling in the hollow of her collarbone. Her skin was slick with it, her pasties barely visible under the layers of dried and fresh cum.

The line had broken down completely. There were no rules anymore. The men were coming in twos and threes, stepping up together, eager to finish and move on with their evening. Jade’s mouth was shared between them, her face becoming more and more coated with each passing minute. She was barely present anymore, her thoughts lost in the growing tide of frustration and doubt that gnawed at her every time she thought about her future.

I’m already making more money than I ever will as a lawyer.

The realization hit her with a strange clarity. As the next man stepped forward, stroking his cock just inches from her face, she let the thought sink in. It was true. The money she made here—swallowing load after load, kneeling in a mall booth, covered in cum—was more than most junior lawyers made in their first years after graduation. And it was fast. It was easy.

But it wasn’t what she wanted, was it?

Jade barely noticed when the next load missed her mouth entirely, splattering across her chest. The man muttered an apology, but it didn’t matter. She was already coated, her skin a mess of drying cum and sweat.

80%.

Another pair of men stepped forward. Her lips parted, and they both came almost simultaneously, one cock aimed straight into her mouth while the other spurted across her cheek and jaw. She swallowed, wiping her face absently with the back of her hand, smearing the mess further across her skin.

She thought back to her last exam. The way she’d stared at the paper, the words blurring together, her mind blank. She’d failed it, of course. She was failing a lot of things lately. Her father had noticed. He’d said something the last time they’d spoken—something about needing to focus more, needing to prioritize her studies. He didn’t know about this job. He couldn’t know.

But what would he say if he did?

Jade blinked as the next client pressed his cock against her lips, his hands trembling slightly as he stroked himself to climax. She opened her mouth, her body acting on autopilot, and swallowed his load as it hit her tongue.

87%.

The thought gnawed at her. She was making more money here than she would in her first years as a lawyer. She could pay off her tuition in no time if she kept this up. But law… Law was the plan. Her father’s plan, her mother’s plan, the plan that had been laid out for her since she was old enough to know what a career was.

Another pair of cocks. Another messy load. The men accidentally hit her eye, the cum stinging briefly before she blinked it away, her vision blurred for a moment before it cleared.

Her AR display pinged again. 90%.

Her stomach was stretched tight now, her skin pressing uncomfortably against her thong, but there was still room. Still more clients. The line was endless. The mall was getting busier as the evening rush began, workers pouring in after their shifts ended, looking for a quick release before heading home.