Try to clean your face [Perspective Change]

You manage to close your eyes just in time before the cum hit your face. Unable to open your eyes without sperm dripping into them you try to clean them off as well as possible when you hear a whispered "You're welcome." At first you think that this has to be some weird joke, why would you thank him for nearly blinding you? Then it dawns you that he was talking about initiating whatever this here was. Speaking of which, what is happening right now??? How did I get into this mess? Why am I suddenly bent over a counter with some massive cock impaling my pussy and cum dripping from my face and asshole? You're really not sure how you managed to lose control this badly. You grab the edge of the counter in front of you in an attempt to endure this tearing of your innards. But you have to admit that it begins to feel rather nicely after getting used to it. Maybe I should actually thank him. You hear him move in front of you. "Don't forget to tip her well, we want her to come back, don't we?" You hear loud cheers from behind you and your eyes widen. _Is the whole club gathered around me? _You start to panic for a moment, before you remember how much you enjoyed the last couple of minutes. Why not have some more of that? You try to relax and open up as much as possible, but the cock is still tearing your vagina with every move. Luckily you can feel some twitches and indeed, moments later your womb is flooded by his warm and thick juice. You feel relieve and emptiness as he pulls out of you. You don't have to wait long though, as the next man is quick to get inside of you. While a lot smaller than the cock before, he starts hammering into you at such a rapid pace that you can't help but scream once again. You have to give it to these guys, they know how to fuck.

Your mouth doesn't get too much of a break as someone else steps in front of you and shoves his cock into your mouth. The rest of the evening blurs into a constant state of getting your holes plowed. You get turned around several times, depending on whether the next in line wants to fuck your ass or your pussy, while constantly having one or two dicks in your mouth. You can't even remember how it ended as you awake the next day. You initially have no idea where you are but since John is standing next to you, you're probably in some bed in the club. He grins at you. "Nicely done! I didn't think, you had it in you - or at least to such an extent. I got asked plenty of times when you would work the next time. You got pretty popular overnight, the first barmaid to ever pull such a stunt!" You blush. "Oh and here are your tips. I put your salary in there already. A little over 2000 bucks, not bad!" You first thought is that the guests must have been pretty generous - then it dawns you that it's more likely to be a LOT of smaller tips. "Ho-...How many...?" You still have trouble speaking after the **** your throat went through yesterday. "You mean how many guys fucked you? No clue, pretty much everyone that was there. We can count it later on the security tapes if you want." He stops for a second. "Don't worry, those tapes will not be published. We also have a strict rules to not use cameras in the club, so this whole thing stays between us...Well, us and all those guests I suppose." He walks to the door. "Stay here until you feel fit enough to leave. Make sure you get well soon, there's a high demand for you!" He winks at you and leaves you alone. You try to stand up, but every last part of your body hurts so badly that you immediately give up. Does he really think I'll do this again when it puts me in such a pain? You stare at the ceiling while you think about it. It takes you quite some time until you're finally able to admit it to yourself.

Yes.

I will do it again.