Get ready to leave

Back in my room I start to get ready for the day. My usual outfit consists of thigh high stockings and custom made four inch heels. I wear them all day so I wanted to make sure they were as comfortable as possible. Next I put on a fashionable wide belt that rests loosely on my hips and attach my plug to it via some custom hooks. This way I don’t have to worry about it getting lost when someone removes it for some anal action. To complete the outfit I put on a denim cropped jacket that isn’t large enough to completely close over my chest even if I wanted it to. With my breasts, pussy and butt exposed, I can still be a little fashionable while advertising my line of work.

Before I leave, I affix my service woman ID to my left Nipple with a piercing. It has my picture, name, issue date, service number, and most importantly, a QR code that can be scanned so men that use me can record their session and update my statistics. A high body count is prestigious in my line of work so it’s great that we have a convenient way to record it.

After a quick stop at the restroom to brush my teeth and use the toilet, I find Andrew watching TV on the couch, shirtless with his cock still hanging out of his boxers. He’s watching some show that I could never get into, the female lead is a bit of a prude.

“Hey, get properly dressed and we can go get you a personal cum dump.” I say as I grab a liquid meal pack from the fridge. A specially formulated liquid diet is practically mandatory for service women as it keeps our butts much cleaner with less prep. I do miss solid food, but the convenience of less cleaning is worth it.

“Why bother? She’s just a few houses down and I'm gonna be naked most of the day anyway.” He reasons. A not totally stupid point, and I don’t have the time to argue with him right now.

“Fine,” I relented, ”but at least put a shirt on. It’s rude to be shirtless in someone else's house without permission.”

He scurries off to his room and by the time I finish my meal he's at the front door with a shirt and sandals added to his attire, but his cock still hanging out of his boxers. It's not unusual for some men to have the penis constantly exposed. It’s a way for service women to know what men are erect and in need of service without being prompted.

“Oh, you didn't record your butt fuck from earlier. Give me a scan and enter it while we walk.” I said while giving my ID a flick.

“Oh yeah.” He uses the phone in his hand to scan my ID and we’re out the door. We live in a suburb cul-de-sac so the walk to the Winters place isn't far, we just have to pass the Matthews.

“Good morning Lexi” called Gerald Matthews. He was standing naked on his porch, coffee in hand, with his wife Lucy naked on her knees giving him an enthusiastic blow job.

“Morning Gerald, up early as usual I see.” I comment, paying no mind to Lucy, she was busy anyway.

“Yup, nothing beats a blow job in the cool morning air. Where are you and Andrew off to?" He asks.

“We’re going to speak to Melissa. This guy here,” I said, indicating Andrew who was still entering information on his phone “has some trouble finding someone to dump a load in when I'm not around. I’m going to ask if she can take care of him.”

“Oh Melissa was a great lay when she was a service woman. I was at her retirement event and she took care of over one hundred men all on her own. Though it took so long that a bunch of us went back for seconds.” As he started to reminisce, he grabbed his wife's head and began to thrust on his own.

“Yup, she has quite the reputation. Now we have to get going, I’m running a bit behind today.” I excuse myself and lead Andrew on as Gerald really begins to skull fuck his wife. Props to her for taking it like a champ.

We reached the Winters house less than a minute later and Andrew finally finished on his phone. “Okay, finally done.” He says. I made a mental note to ask him why it took so long later and knocked on the door. “So how are we going to go about asking?” He asked just as the door swung open.