Break 3 Part 2

Andrea stopped in front of the doors. This was the same building she'd come to for work for ages, but it wasn't the same store.

Instead of windows full of the latest fashions, black shades hide the inside from view. The name above the doors read, Glories. She groaned. So she really did work at a gloryhole now? What should she do? She could call in sick...or just no show. She could find another job...

Except she did worry about her swapped salary. Was it now specifically this job that paid her Miles's salary? If she switched, would they both be poor? She didn't want to **** Miles to find a new place. She could handle one shift...right?

Steeling her resolve she opened the door and stepped inside. Almost immediately inside there was a small desk where her boss, Patrice, was sitting. "Ah, just on time. Hurry up and get ready and then you can go ahead and take booth 4."

She gulped and looked up. There was a row of doors on either side, number 1 to 10. She hurried past all of them to the back where the storeroom and breakroom used to be. She dropped her bag off and found a passageway that lead to the other side of the booths. She found number 4 and entered.

There room was rather small, and dark. A waist level hole was in the far side of the room and the floor underneath appeared to be well cushioned.

She knelt down awkwardly. Was she really going to do this? Was this even legal? Maybe it only was because the game had made it so. Still, she just found it hard to believe that guys would seriously walk into this store and expect to get their dicks sucked.

Except that's exactly what happened of course. A few minutes after she arrived a cock suddenly sprang out of the hole. She jumped back in shock and stared at it. There was a cock. Right there. What the fuck?

"Is there a problem?" She heard Patrice's voice from a speaker behind her. She turned and looked up and saw a camera pointed at her. Was Patrice watching? Fuck.

"No." She muttered. She looked back at the cock and slowly reached out to touch it. She wasn't against oral sex. She loved it actually. Giving and receiving. She wasn't a prude by any means. But this...this was weird.

The man quickly became erect and Andrea felt Patrice's eyes bearing down on her so she opened her mouth and leaned forward. His cock was a little salty, but at least it wasn't as bad as she'd made it out to be in her mind. She bobbed up and down and then suddenly heard a knock on the wall. Before she could figure out what that knock meant her mouth was suddenly flooded with cum. She struggled to swallow it all as the cock retreated from the hole.

She gasped for air. One down. She looked at the clock on the wall. Just...fuck. 7 hours and 57 minutes left in her shift.

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Ugh, why isn't he answering?

Leila knocked on the door again. Louder this time.

"Miles, like open up!" She called.

He had to be home. He was probably playing a game with headphones on and couldn't hear her. Their group was basically his only friends, he couldn't be anywhere else...right?

"Miles!"

She heard a door open. Not his. The unit next door. A perky blonde woman stepped out, "Are you looking for Miles?"

Leila nodded, "Like, yeah."

"Are you his girlfriend?" She asked.

"What? No. Just a friend."

"Good. I mean, I think I heard Miles go out. Just now. You might be able to catch him if you hurry."

Leila froze. This woman was lying to her. She wasn't quite used to her new 'power' but she was absolutely certain of it now. Why would she lie?

Leila took a step towards her, "Really? He went out?"

The woman nodded, "Yup. Like I said. You should hurry."

"You're, like, uh, totally lying." Leila said.

"Huh? How rude? I don't have to listen to this." She stepped back into her unit and made to shut the door.

"What's going on?" She heard a voice from inside the apartment. A man's voice.

"It's nothing. Just some girl." The blonde woman said.

"Girl?" The voice was closer now.

"Miles?!" Leila called.

Miles suddenly appeared behind her, "Leila? What are you doing?"

"I need help. Like, you know. With the thing." Leila urged.

"Thing? Oh. I'm sorry, I can't help you." Miles said, "Maybe tomorrow."

Leila stamped her foot, "Miles...please..." After blowing a stranger in a fitting room yesterday, she desperately wanted something...normal. If normal was the right word for a magical compulsion to suck dick. Unfortunately the 'build up over time' seemed to result in a need to give head daily. She was going to get a lot of practice that's for sure.

"He said no, you fucking bimbo." The blonde woman said.

Leila gasped, "Hey!" She was hurt, and so she lashed out. Not at the woman, but at Miles. She regretted it as soon as she said it but it was too late then, "Oh ya? What's her name?"

"Huh?" Miles said.

The woman laughed, "He knows my name..." She stared at Leila. She could see the gears turning. She looked up at Miles, "You've been calling me Sunshine...what's my real name?"

"Listen I can explain..." Miles said desperately.

Leila realized she'd just ruined this for Miles. She felt horrible. "Shit. Like, it's not his fault. He doesn't even know his own name! He doesn't know mine either. He can't remember names!"

"Bullshit. Miles, what's my name?" The blonde woman asked.

"Sunshine." He said meekly.

"Get out. Get out! Get out! Get out!" She started shoving him.

He didn't didn't fight back, but he kept trying to explain. She wouldn't listen. Once Miles was outside she slammed the door on them.

"Miles I'm so sorry, I like totally didn't mean to. I was upset and..." Leila didn't know what else to say. She'd fucked up. But how could she make it right?

Miles sighed, "I get it Princess. We all make mistakes." He seemed more resigned than angry, which made Leila feel even worse.

"You can yell at me." Leila said.

He shrugged, "It's fine. Just...go home."

Leila shook her head, "No. I have to make it up to you. You...you have that crazy sex drive. I...I can't refuse a blowjob...you could...use me."

Miles stared at her. He thought she'd come here for relief from her belt, he had no idea it was her blowjob compulsion driving her now. He had to admit that the idea was tempting. But even if she was offering, he felt wrong taking advantage like that.

He sighed, "Just come inside. Not for that. We can, fuck, order a pizza and chill."

"So you forgive me?"

"I didn't say that. It was a shitty thing to do, but we're friends. Oh, but you're buying. I'm broke remember."

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Daria heard the knock and stood up. It was showtime. She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself. Somehow she'd avoided it all day, but her dreams had been filled with lesbian sex and she'd woken up covered in sweat.

She'd called Sapphire immediately, waking the poor girl up. She needed to make a decision. She was going crazy. She need, absolutely need, to give oral sex to a woman.

She hurried towards the door and opened it. Normally you would greet a house guest. Invite them in. Offer them a refreshment.

But none of that applied to the first person she saw each day. She fell to her knees and tucked her head under the woman's skirt. She pushed her against the still open door and dove hungrily at her vulva.

"Oh mon dieu!" Camille cried as Daria hungrily ate her out. She'd known this would happen of course, but she'd still somehow imagined coming inside and doing it on the bed.

She was panting and could barely stand as Daria's tongue drove her wild. In the moments when her eyes were open she realized they were literally in the door way, visible to anyone walking by. And walk by they did, but nobody gave them more than a passing wave hello. So weird!

Camille was close. All she needed was permission. "Puis-je...oh God...permission!"

Daria was in a haze, but she managed to get the instruction. It wasn't easy but somehow she managed to get the word out without stopping, "Yesh!"

Permission granted Camille grabbed Daria's head instinctively as she came, hard.

Daria was finally released from her compulsion. She sat back on her heels, then slowly stood up. She adjusted her outfit and blushed, "Um, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry? This is why I'm here, no? You were...wow. I mean, thank you so much. I needed that too."

"Uh please, come inside. There's something else I wanted to ask you."

Camille did and a moment later they were sitting on stools in her kitchen. "So, what's up?"

"It's these transformations...I already asked Sapphire. She thinks...she thinks we should move in together. At least temporarily."

"Us...live together?" Camille said.

She nodded, "I have my compulsion, you have yours. They are rather compatible, don't you think? I was worried because I don't want to lead you on...I'm not gay you understand, but a need is a need. Sapphire thought, she thought I should at least ask. Also I can't use money, but I still get paid. You can live here rent free and take care of groceries and then sublet your place. I have a spare bedroom all set up. And my place is closers to your gallery anyway, isn't it?"

Camille nodded, "Those are...good points," She smiled, "And you have a car! You can drive us to work. I can get you a parking spot!" She was excited at the idea of finally using her blessing. It wasn't much, but what was the point of it otherwise?

Daria smiled, "So...you agree?"

Camille nodded, "I won't sublet my place. Not yet. Let's just...see how it goes." She would need to get some stuff though. They made plans for a partial move in together. Camille joked to herself, it's true, lesbians really do move in together fast.

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Sapphire checked the info on her tablet one more time. Today was her first day of University.

She supposed that technically the semester was weeks old and Sapphire Xu had been enrolled the whole time, apparently she'd ever received grades for things she'd done. But this was the first ACTUAL day of going. She was nervous. So terribly nervous.

She put the tablet into her bag and headed downstairs, to the cafe that operated below her flat. Considering she didn't have a fridge or even much of a pantry the cafe was a much better choice for breakfast. She stepped up to the counter to order.

"Hi, what can I get started for you?"

"Can I have...croissant and a flat white please." Sapphire said. Then she reached into her bag and magically pulled out a bill. She might be poor now, but her blessing really came in handy for this small stuff.

She paid and took her items. Then started the relatively short walk to campus. It was early, but the streets were still full of people getting started with the day. As she walked she could feel eyes following her. Camille and Daria assured her that it was normal, that it was just what happened to beautiful women. She blushed as she considered that she was in the group now. It was so alien. A week ago she was invisible. Now...everyone saw her.

She arrived at the lecture hall and sat down. This was an art history class, rather than a practical one. As David she'd been entirely self taught, so she was so excited to learn more about art, and what better place than the National Art School. It might've taken all her, David's, savings, but it might actually be worth it. Besides, she was only 20 now. She had a whole extra decade to earn money for retirement.

"Oh my God, I love you hair!" Sapphire looked over and saw a woman taking the seat beside her, "I haven't seen you in here before. Did you just dye it, or what?"

"Something like that," Sapphire said, "You really like it?"

"Yes, and your voice! You are adorable. Let's be friends. I'm Imogen."

"Sapphire."

"Shut up. I love it. We're going to be besties, I just know it."

Sapphire was a little overwhelmed. **** extroverts like Imogen unnerved her a little. But she seemed honest, and she was certainly friendly. It couldn't be a bad thing to have a friend in her class. "Yes, sounds great." She said awkwardly.

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The Gang Group chat

Andrea: So I just spent my weekend sucking cocks so Miles can stay in his fancy apartment. I'm bringing the game to his place tonight.

Miles: Fine. But I don't have any money for food or snacks.

Camille: Daria will pick up me and Sapphire. Don't worry about parking!

Miles: Lamest superpower ever.

Leila: Chinese food?

Sapphire: No, how about pizza?

Leila: Miles and I just had that.

Andrea: OOOOOH!

Leila: No. It's not like that.

Camille: Don't bug her.

Camille: Daria says she could cook something.

Sapphire: Chinese is good.

Miles: Agreed.

Andrea: Chinese is good. Miles you order it and I'll pay when it comes. I'll get there at 6 with the game.

Miles: K. See you all then.

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