Crash with Wanda and sign up as bimbabysitters.

You wish you could be as brave as Ella, but you don't trust your father not to freak out. Besides, you shouldn't have to be the one begging for his acceptance. He should be pleading for yours. You remember Becca's offer for a place to stay and a job in the Bimbabysitter's Club and turn to Ella. "I don't think my place will be much safer than yours, but I know a punk rawk bimboi that will let us crash at her place and get us a job fucking daddy studs and occasionally corrupting barely legal bois."

Ella immediately asks, "Why did you not lead with that? That is right out of my top five wet dream jobs. Can we start tonite?" Her enthusiasm is infectious, not that you don't also get a twisted twinge of excitment imagining yourself in Wanda's place bent over a HARD wood desk getting railed by a silverback stud. So, with your bestie's ecstatic endorsement, you text Wanda your situation and she is more than happy to put up two barely legal bimbois and putting them to work as well.

The whole way there, Ella grills you about the intimate, illicit details of your infection, and she is more than a little amused and aroused that you never even considered fucking the fine futa. "Hee hee! Sorry...sorry...it's just I thought I was the subby one but even I probably would have cum in her mouth before getting corrupted!" You take the needling well, if only because a squirmy, sticky part of you loves getting teased and tormented. Your cock throbs in your panties as your femboi friend, who up until today you also would have assumed was gurlier than you, laughs at you and makes you wish he was driving so you could give him road head.

You arrive at Wanda's 'cozy' apartment around dinner time. She opens the door wearing her punk pompadour and nothing else, holding a bottle of Jack and slurring, "Whadda waaaaant?" You look at Ella, hoping the stacked, sloshed stunner with the fearsome fuckstick doesn't scare her off, but from the way she's practically sucking Becca's balls with her eyes, you get the impression she's not afraid. Seeing the sissy that effortlessly dominated you with such a delicate touch instinctively and immediately submit to another sissy just reinforces how submissive and slutty you are. It is a excruciatingly embarrassing, which of course only turns you on even more.

"Oh heeeeeey...the babysats bimboisssss...cummin'..." Wanda trails off and walks inside, her ass swaying with the confident casual swagger of a stud and the plump perfection of a Greek goddess. You decipher her incoherent invitation and follow Ella in after her, closing the door behind you and applying all six locks the door offers.

By the time you turn around, Wanda already has Ella on her lap and is feeding her tongue. You feel your knees quiver in anticipation as the more experienced pretty punk gropes and grinds against the nubile newborn bimboi. Wanda has Ella's pants off even faster than she got you naked, but you put that more down to your own slow start and shyness than to your bestie's sluttiness. You stare slack jawed and stupefied as the beautiful butch bimboi begins buttfucking your bff.

You crawl over to the couch on all fours. No one told you to you to slink over like a slutty pussy cat, but it seemed appropriate considering Wanda is already showing your friend such overwhelming hospitality. Your bashful blush spreads from your flush face, down your beautiful breasts, and all the way to your drooling dick and aching ass. You barely feel human at this point. You are just a humiliated, horny hog, hungry for whatever form of feeding you can get. Ella's eight inches are bouncing beautifully with ropes of succulent seed spurting out with every throbbing thrust. As if on autopilot, you position your head so that Ella's prick plows past your plump, parted lips and pounds the spurt spot in the back of your throat.

"Can't say I'm NGH surprised that Amy is the NNF bottom bimboi. She is a born bitch! Ha ha ha!" Wanda's words cut you to the quick, even as her tone tells you she means them as a compliment. Ella doesn't laugh, but her moans grow lower and louder as you let her facefuck little piggy snorts from you as you greedily guzzle the girl goo gushing from her cock. You feel strangely sublime here on your knees as the bottom rung of the pretty punk's pegging order. You feel a perverse kind of peace, like you've found your place in life...serving those that deserve to be served.

Your body burns with a blistering blush, and you are glowing with the giddy glee of getting away with some guilty pleasure, but you can't say you are ashamed of your actions, only humiliated. With your own cock spurting and your throat sending soaking wet signals of explosive euphoria to every eager inch of your body, you don't have the brain power to solve this paradox, but you also don't have the bandwidth to worry about it. You drain your friend's fuck pole dry and hit such heights of ecstasy that your brain blows out and everything goes blissfully bimboi blank but for one truth that keeps echoing in your empty head like a mantra...'I am proud of my service...'

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"Alright space cadets, you were clean minutes ago and if you keep kissing like that, you're going to be messy again in no time." Wanda has to pull Ella and you off of each other as you come to kissing and licking and sucking every last sticky spot from each other's supple skin and then sharing a taste with your tongues. You both pout and pant but ultimately obey Wanda, your head clearing just in time to hear her explain, "Alright, the night's still young and since I've got two more sets of hungry holes to feed, I'm putting you to work starting tonight. Don't worry though, you get to do your first gig as a team...and you are going to love the clients!"