Jan. Week 4: Tuesday planning period...Leah sucks Mr. Bills cock without gusto (Luck: +20)

Numbly, she told herself this was what she had to do—just another humiliating transaction in the endless parade of humiliations that made up her new normal.

There was nothing romantic or even particularly erotic about the way she took him into her mouth; it was perfunctory, a maintenance task, like changing the toner in the copy machine or plunging a clogged toilet. She kept her eyes fixed on the wall behind him or kept her eyes closed, just focused on getting it done but without anything resembling spirit or vigor.

But Mr. Bill was a greedy audience. He craned his neck to watch her lips slide up and down the length of him, his grin a grotesque, delighted slash of white.

“Damn, girl, still not used to one this big huh?” He punctuated the question with a lazy thrust, nearly gagging her, and Leah resisted the urge to bite down just out of spite. Instead she forced herself to breathe through her nose and focus on the rhythm—inhale, exhale, up, down—as if she were doing yoga instead of blowing the a man she loathed a janitor’s closet.

“Oh I have a dream, alright,” Bill sneered, his voice thick with glee as he watched her cheeks hollow from the effort. “Back in the day, a fine white lady like you woulda crossed the street if you seen me walkin’ your way, but now look at you. Mouth full of integration, just the way the reverend intended.”

She glared up at him, hoping the hate in her eyes might burn a hole through his ego, if not the cock currently stretching her jaw. He kept on.

“Miss Leah I knows you got better skills. I seen ‘em. Whens you was with Mr. Howard.” He glared at her “You really gon’ honor Mr. King like that?”