One's knocked up, the other gets fucked

A month later, Lacey balances on a crate outside the Fucked or Fortune studio to try and look in a window. As she leans in with her face to the glass, her short sundress rides up to bare the lower half of her ass. With both hands cupped around her eyes, she looks inside. If she squints, she can just make out the mats where Danny D and that ugly-ass staff member double-stuffed her pussy with their fat cocks. The memory of their hot cum flooding her inner depths has her squeezing her thighs together.

From the alley behind her, someone clears their throat. She jumps. "Looking to get on the show, sweetcheeks?" an all too familiar voice says.

When she looks back, Lacey needs several seconds to recognize the man—it's the first time she's seen him sporting more than a smile and a hard-on. Right now, that fat staff member she came to know as Steve has a thick bulge tenting the front of his jeans. Lacey tugs at the hem of her sundress to try and cover her bare pussy, regretting her choice of going commando. Her plan had been to flash her shaved pussy at Danny D to try and get another spot on Fucked or Fortune. Flashing this slob of a staff member in some back alley had never been part of the plan. She scowls and says, "Don't need your help. Thanks."

He grins. "Oh, I recognize that bubble butt now. Ya come here for some more fucking?" He unzips and pulls out his big dick. "Or are ya looking to compete again? I can make it happen, ya know." His cock juts from his fly, precum coating its purpled head.

"Fuck off. I don't need you for anything." She pauses and twirls a strand of her ginger hair. "Unless you've got Danny D's phone number?"

He grins more. "Lucy, right? I can get ya his number." He thrusts toward her. "For a price."

She snorts. "Forget I asked. Don't know that I want to fuck you just to get on the show. And it's Lacey." After looking through the window again, she sighs and stamps her foot against the crate. "Seems like only the help is here today. Look away while I get down, okay?"

Lacey sits on the edge of the crate and turns to drop herself down. Only as her sneakers touch the asphalt does she realize her mistake—her dress snagged a protruding nail on the way down and got caught up around her shoulders and arms. Her view blocked by the dress, she twists and turns to try and free herself.

A chubby hand clasps her hip. The fat slob she detests says, "Here, let me help ya." The hot tip of his cock presses into the back of her thigh.

Lacey opens her mouth to tell him to fuck off again. Then she realizes she's already spread her legs and arched her back to bare her hot, little pussy. His cock slides into her like a knife through warm butter, and he starts to thrust, rocking her forward against the crate with the dress up around her shoulders and head, a blush to her cheeks at the wet squelches of his cock pushing deep. She cries out as a smack she can't see coming sets her ass to wobbling.

"Don't know why ya even pretended cock's not the reason yer here!" Rapid thrusts follow, setting Lacey to whimpering and moaning. Rough hands grip her hips and ass. He pauses mid-thrust and calls out, "Hey! Over here!"

Thinking Danny D has shown up, Lacey redoubles her efforts to be free of the dress. When she squirms free, she can't help but work her pussy along the length of the fat cock inside her, only to see it's Manli walking up, not Danny D. The olive-skinned girl has a noticeable baby bump beneath her dress. Lacey stares openly (even as she's bent over and getting fucked in an alleyway) and says, "Fuck, girl! You're pregnant!"

"No duh, dumbass. Looks like you're working on ending up the same way." Manli rolls her eyes and looks to Steve before saying, "Danny D here? Or you've been too busy fucking the redhead to know?"

That fat slob of a staff member seizes Lacey's hips with both hands, working his cock deep, his girth setting her to moaning louder against the crate. He says, "Tell ya what. I'll make the same offer I did her: let me fuck that pussy and ya can have Danny D's number."

Manli answers him with her middle finger and says over Lacey's moans, "Not gonna happen. The redhead might be hooked on your dick, but it's a no from me."

Lacey sinks to her hands and knees on the asphalt with her own dress serving as padding under her knees, her legs spread wide with her round butt lifted high. Looking to Manli with strands of red hair clinging to the corner of her mouth, she says, "I-I'm not hooked on this... this dick." A guttural moan follows as Steve sinks back inside her and wraps her hair around his fist, pulling her back into his every thrust.

Steve doesn't so much as bother to slow down with his fucking as he says, "Whatever. To be perfectly honest, Danny's never even given me his number." The squelches of his cock pistoning into pussy get louder, his hips slapping against Lacey's heart-shaped rear.

Lacey stops pushing back onto his thick cock and looks back. Between breathy gasps, she says, "What the fuck?! Why am I fucking you, then?!" Then she experiences the all too familiar sensation of spurts of cum flooding her pussy.

Steve holds himself inside her even as he fills her pussy with his cum. "Cause ya never get anything but cock and cum when ya bring this fine ass to Fucked or Fortune." He pulls out as his cum trickles down the insides of her thighs.