A normal commute

I was running behind so I hurried out the door to the nearest bus stop. I needed to take it to the subway and then ride that all the way to the main office. Service women were typically never managed from the closest office and public transit was mandatory. This maximized the amount of time we were available.

It was a few blocks and my heels prevented me from properly running, but luckily the bus was more late than I was. There was a single man waiting at the bus stop reading a book, his erect cock released from his trousers.

“Mouth or pussy?” I offered with a smile as I approached. “My ass is available too but it's a bit stretched out at the moment.” Turning to show him my plug.

“That's fine, I'll just have some head. Anything else would get in the way,” he said, indicating his book.

Without further ceremony, I squatted between his legs and began sucking his cock. “Oh, skull fuck yourself on it,” he adds offhandedly. “I want to cum before the bus gets here and it's already late.”

Obeying, I started throwing my face against his pelvis. He was a decent size that reached into my throat, but I've long since learned the technique to let it slide right in. Unfortunately, I heard the bus approaching not even twenty seconds later.

The man sighed and put his book down. “Probably should have expected this.”

I stopped my work and pulled off. “I’m sorry–” I began, but was cut off as he grabbed a fist full of my hair and started to jerk himself off with my throat. Even harder than my own efforts. I guess that's what he needed because just as the bus pulled to a stop he held me down and blew several ropes of cum down my gullet.

He unceremoniously pulled me off and stood up. I followed suit and stood as well, still smiling. “Was my mouth to your liking sir?” I asked as he scanned my ID with his phone.

“It was fine, I guess.” I was slightly hurt. It wasn't often I got less than a glowing review for my services, but I guess I deserved it since I couldn't get him off properly.

We both boarded the bus, which was actually empty save for the bus driver, who smacked my ass as I passed. “Thank you sir,” I said. Casual sexual touching when a man didn't need your services was praise for service women. It meant we made them comfortable enough to use us whenever they needed.

“No, thank you missy,” he insisted. “You cumdumps are angels. I don't know how humanity could go on without you.” I took my seat as he began to drive.

That was just the interaction I needed after a less than stellar service review. It wasn't often men praised me so genuinely unless their dick was currently inside me. Most took us for granted, I knew that, but it was hard to blame them.

The ride and switch to the subway was uneventful. Besides a few gropes from passing men and circumventing a gang bang of another service woman underway on the boarding platform I made it unhindered. The inside wasn't packed, but it certainly wasn't empty either. There were several men in need of service, but I didn't see any service women. One office lady was graciously giving her seat neighbor a hand job as he groped her breasts, but she couldn't be expected to take care of all these men. That's where I come in.

“Alright boys,” I called out as I made my way to and kneeling at a designated point in the center of the subway car. I then affixed my ID to a post nearby for easier access. “I'm here to take care of you now.” There was a cushioned area on the floor for my poor knees and several handles so men could gather around it. Blowbangs were standard fare on the subway.

The men gathered around, several waiting on the outside of the circle since there wasn't enough room. Before long I was completely surrounded by cocks in need. I took one in each hand and another in my mouth and got to work. I had forty-five minutes and after that mishap earlier I was determined to sate them all before my stop.