Your second week

Your second week at the Combat Zone begins much the same as the first. You continue performing your role as a waitress, serving food to the Kings as well as sucking their cocks, getting fucked by them in the showers as well as any other time they pass you and decide to have their way with you, which is surprisingly often. The virility of the Kings never ceases to amaze you, as well as the volume of their potent sperm that they produce despite fucking a **** upwards of five times in one day. You can only imagine how quickly you'd be knocked up if they were allowed to cum inside your pussy.

One new responsibility that you soon learn you have is being placed on urinal duty. Over your first week you were exempt from this whilst you settled into your role as a waitress but now that that was over it was time you were added to the roster. Each week a **** girl would spend two eight hour periods locked up in one of the bathrooms in the building.

On Tuesday at 4pm you're told to report for your first urinal duty to Cum Rag, another one of the **** girls. Cum Rag had been affectionately named so because during her training she showed no shame in licking up cum from any surface, no matter how filthy. Whether it was from a dirty floor, a used ashtray, a recently used urinal or another girls asshole, Cum Rag had showed absolutely no hesitation in sticking her tongue right in there to get at that sweet, sweet cum. For this reason she had been appointed to be the head of the cleaning staff at the Combat Zone, a simple sort of irony. Part of her responsibilities involved controlling and overseeing the roster for urinal duty. For this reason you were told you didn't want to piss her off, or else you'd be pulling a rough quadruple shift on urinal duty.