Yes, go to Kristi's house

Kristi grabs hold of your arm, wincing slightly. You really laid into her back there, and her joints are still sore. Well, whatever. She'll be fine by the end of her next shift after you've taken your revenge on her - actually, who was that younger girl in the photo? Her sister? Niece? Kristi doesn't look old enough to have a kid, but who knows how Blowjob Universe girls age. If they even do.

Whatever. Whoever it was, she clearly means a lot to Kristi, so you're going to fuck her face. For now though, Kristi is still blabbering on about how to get back to her place. You're only half listening, but get the jist of it; she'll be taking point, and you just have to keep focused on who you are and where you want to go to stay grounded and not get lost in... wherever the hell you two are right now.

You try to ignore the phantom voices whispering in your ears and reach around Kristi to grope at her bruised breasts and ground yourself. You twist her nipples betwen your fingers, listen to her moans and tell her to lead on. You would very much like to leave this in-between space as soon as possible.

Kristi leads you out into the disorientating void, through what you perceive as several paragraphs of text until a house materialises in front of you. Kristi twists out from under your arms and reaches into the tattered remains of her uniform to retrieve her phone, texting somebody. You peer over her shoulder. Somebody called Hazel.

"Is that who I'm getting to fuck?" you ask.

She goes tense, takes a moment. "It's my little sister. I'm trying to find out if she's home right now. I'd very much like to get cleaned up before introducing you."

She looks over at you. "And you should probably put some clothes on, too. Unless you're planning on actually getting yourself arrested and thrown into a jail cell - not that you wouldn't deserve it-" she adds under her breath. "I'd advise not acting too much like... well, like you."

You look down. Oh, right. You've totally been butt naked this entire time.

"Meh, I could go for a police woman," you shrug.

"Uh huh," Kristi replies, rolling her eyes. "And how would you get one, alone in a cell after crying about being pepper sprayed? You're not in Blowjob Universe any more, remember? If you think law enforcement is going to be a couple of stripper cops with giant bolt-ons and miniskirts accidentally falling throat-first onto your shaft, you're in for a rude awakening. You could always go back to BJU, you know? You can have anybody you want there."

"Nope. Pass. You had your chance, you fucking cock-tease. I'm going to fuck the SHIT out of... Hazel, was it? And you. And your mom, if she's hot enough. And anyone else you care about. Repeatedly. Until you give me access to those portals of yours."

Kristi is silent for a long moment, staring at her phone. ".....Fine", she says finally. "Let's just get this over with. The sooner you realise you can't always get what you want, the sooner we can get back to-"

"Yeah, yeah. Less talking, more blowjobs. Let's go."

After sneaking you upstairs to the bathroom to get washed up and throwing on some clothes that presumably belong to her father, the two of you head into the kitchen where the hottest piece of fuck-meat you’ve seen in a good while is setting plates. Kristi nervously handles introductions and spins some bullshit story about hosting a work dinner after a scheduling mix-up. You’re not really listening.

Hazel is better than you’d hoped for. A full head shorter than her older sister and with a somewhat skinnier physique, she still has a nice little pair of perky tits and a tight bubble butt to offset her cute round face, painted on freckles light brown hair tied back in a cute little sidetail. A neon green scrunchie matches her obnoxiously neon top. High cut jean shorts and fishnet leggings compete the picture. She’s taken full advantage of her small stature and cute face to go all-in on the ‘young teen e-thot’ style that every gold digging whore on Tik-Tok subscribed to in the years following the rise of Belle Delphine. You wonder if her braces are even neccesary or just part of her overall jailbait aesthetic.

You decide to play it cool for now, it’s fun watching Kristi sweat at you make small talk with her sister, knowing full well that you’re going to be balls deep inside her by the end of the night. You know it, Kristi knows it, and she knows you know, which makes her increasing anxiety all the cuter. The only person not in the know is Hazel. Which is also fun.

You stop staring at her milky soft cleavage and tune back into the conversation.

“Come ON, Kristi, you know I need the money after mom banned me from using the computer! Stupid hag was just jealous my Onlyfans was finally taking off. You could totally get me a job!”

“Really.” Now this is interesting. “You want to do what Kristi does all day? Huh. Wouldn’t have pegged you for the type.”

“The… type?” Little Kristi asks, tilting her head. “What do you mean? I’m super hot, and I know how to like, answer a phone and write stuff down and stuff. I did all my coursework on time… mostly. I could totally do some boring admin stuff. At least until I can afford my own laptop.”

“Hazel? What is it you think Kristi does for a living, exactly?”

“I’unno,” she shrugs, chipper. “She works at Universal something-or-other. Just admin stuff. She doesn’t really talk about it at home.”

“You applied for a job and you don’t even know the name of the place you’d be working at?” You ask, incredulous.

“Does it matter? It’d just be an entry level position.” She twirls her hair between her fingers. “I don’t want to go to college so it’s kind of like, whatever right now.”

“Well I can’t believe your big sister wouldn’t help prep you for the role. What’s with that, Kristi? Don’t you want your little sister to come work for me?” You look at Kristi, barely stifling a shit eating grin.

If looks could kill, you’d be a smoking crater. Kristi is silently fuming, lips taught and staring daggers at you. Unwilling to antagonise nor encourage the direction of the conversation, she just shakes her head. “Don’t,” she mutters. “Just… enjoy this evening, do what you need to do and go back. Leave her future out of it. Please.”

Hazel, on the other hand, has perked up at something. “Come work… for you? What do you mean? Are you Kristi’s supervisor or something?”

“Supervisor?” You laugh. “Nah, I’m waaay higher up the chain than that. I started as, er… Operations of Head a while back.”

“You mean Head of Operations?” she asks.

“No. Anyway, recently I’ve been mostly dealing with lots of complaints as an, uh - I guess you could call me an Overflow Technician?”

“Wow, it sounds like you’re, like, super important!”

“Yeah, it’s very messy work, but I get the job done. My clients always get lots of input. You know…” you trail off and look her up and down, biting your lip what could be construed as critical thought by the girl hanging on your every word so long as she doesn’t notice your gaze lingering on her cleavage, or your hand freeing your cock from the confines of your pants under the table. “I basically run the place now. I could put in a good word for you, get you working right alongside your sister if you think you could handle it. The two of you could work directly under me together. What do you say?”

“Oh. My. God!” She squees, bobbing up and down in her chair in bubbly excitement. Her perky little tits bounce with a delightful little jiggle, and the left strap of her top slides down her shoulder as revealing smooth, pale teen skin and the top of a lacy white bra. Soon, your cock will be sliding between those soft tits.

She notices the wardrobe failure and shifts the strap back, muttering an apology. You takr the opportunity to perv at her silky smooth armpits as she lifts her arm. Kind of want to fuck those, too.

“Well Hazel, that’s the sort of enthusiasm I’m looking for. I could arrange a private interview back at my office…” Kristi shoots daggers at you.

“OR!” You quickly continue before the stroppy bitch can cut you off. “We could conduct a more unofficial, off the record casual oral interview right now. Skip the formalities and red tape. You’ll have stiff competition though. I’m very hard. I mean, the interview is hard.”

“Just for clarity, you want me to, like, suck you off for a cushy, well paid job, right?” Hazel replies nonchalantly.

“Hazel!” Kristi shouts, aghast.

“What? I’m not stupid! You think I don’t understand innuendo when I hear it?” Hazel rolls her eyes. “I might have only just finished high school, but I know how the real world works.”

“Innuendo? More like in YOUR endo, amir-”

“Shut up, David.” Kristi turns to her little sister. “Hazel, be careful, you don’t understand what you’re getting into. This isn’t what you think.”

“UGGGH, whateeeever. I’m an adult now, I can, like, make my own decisions.” Hazel slumps down in her chair and folds her arms, pouting. Her lips look juicy and inviting. “I don’t need you baby sitting me any more!”

“Yeah, Kristi! Let the smaller, cuter version of you do what she wants!” You say, grinning. Under the table, you free your swelling cock from the tent it’s pitching in your slacks and rub the precum bubbling up and out of your piss hole down the length of your shaft. “Maybe she’s aiming for your job, eh?”

Kristi looks both angry and scared. “David, don’t. We had an agreement. Tonight only, then we leave.”