Her Perspective (some backstory)

She gave a barely audible, “Okay.” Before crouching down and crawling under the table with the other two fluffers who didn’t even notice her presence. The small lights installed in the floor and table standard in a restaurant like this helped her see better and keep from kicking the other girls. Any disturbance to their own efforts would have possibly caused them to accidentally hurt their customers. She’d been eating in one restaurant where a girl had presumably been having a bad day and bit her guy’s dick. That girl had been promptly jumped by all the other fluffers and tied down bent over a table. She’d been ass **** with an old ketchup bottle with no lube by whoever wanted to take a turn while the wounded customer had his dick sucked worshipfully by four different girls while four more massaged the rest of his body, spoon fed him or let him play with their bodies. It was over an hour before someone called the police to arrest the girl who’d hurt him and by then she’d been gagged with his dirty underwear for her screaming and begging sobs disturbing the other customers while the ball of cloth had been held in her mouth by a rope made from the thongs and g-strings of the other women. When the female police came, one apologized to him by giving his cock a few slurping bobs while the others carried the offender out huddled in a shaking ball, still gagged. That man had face fucked the officer in front of all the other employees and patrons before getting her number, having his meal comped and taking all the girls who had been servicing him home.

Adjusting herself a little bit to accommodate to the previous occupants, the girl brushed her long black hair over one shoulder before reaching out and starting to unbuckle his fly. She been on shift for six hours, two days a week at this side job to try and meet a guy and this was honestly the first ‘dinner-dick’ she’d had in about a month. The only other times the customers had used her was a few bobs on their dick to warm them up while they waited for another girl. The only male cook in the restaurant had let her blow him her first night but he had about a dozen other girls he preferred blow him throughout his shift. Even at her day job in the office building, there were only a half-dozen men and only three she had sucked off. Of those three, only two had fucked her once. Mostly they screwed the women in their own departments.

She remembered one meeting she’d been allowed to sit in on while her supervisor had met with other supervisors to discuss business strategy with one of the regional heads. The RM had been an early forties Latina. Attractive and emanating power and confidence in a black skirt suit. She’d also had a much younger male assistant. No one said a word or showed any surprise as she stripped down to her bra and heels and bent over the head of the conference table facing her employees. Her body was firm, yet pliant and perky with nearly no sag to her round b-cups and a flawless behind that looked like it belonged on a bootylicious teenager owing most likely to a frequent regimen of Elastix supplements. Not missing a beat, her assistant, a pimply red headed nerd, had walked up behind her, dropped his pants to let his skinny, pasty erection out and immediately penetrated his bent over boss’ hairless pussy, groaning as he did. With her expression never changing from her self-confident glare, the RM (her name may have been Josephine) started the meeting with her assistant taking ahold of her hips and pumping away as his boss gave the occasional grunt. The RM propped herself up on her hands and fully extended her arms, using a small remote to change slides during the presentation. Occasionally through the meeting someone would have to repeat themselves because the assistant had moaned a bit loudly or gave a shouted “Shit Yeah!” as he boned his willing superior. About halfway through the meeting, everyone stopped talking when the assistant reached out and took a handful of Josephine’s silken black locks, pulled her head back to make her arch, pushing her bra-clad breasts toward the conference room full of other women while chanting “Yes you slut, yes you slut, yes you slut!” before burying himself balls deep in the RM and screaming “YOU WHORE!” at the top of his lungs. She learned later that the people on the floor above and below had heard him. After a few minutes with nobody breathing, the assistant withdrew himself panting from Josephine’s pussy and started to stumble towards the next nearest supervisor.

The RM straightened up and barked out “Not now Samuel! We’re almost done. Take a seat and I’ll finish you when it’s over.” The nerd had relented and collapsed into a nearby chair and Josephine had continued the meeting with messy hair from where Samuel had taken hold of it and still wearing her bra, heels, and glare. Once her assistant had sat down, the RM started to plunge her fingers into her pussy, trying to work his cum deeper inside herself. After the meeting had concluded, the RM marched over to her assistant, dropped to her knees in front of his chair and dipped her head into his lap. The last she saw of her boss’ boss’ boss when she walked out of the conference room, her head had been expertly bobbing in her assistant’s lap while he’d sleepily smiled and ran his fingers through her hair as she sucked him.

The majority of loads she got were in her daily routine running errands. But men were so scarce she was lucky to run into a few cocks a month. She’d tried a few bars and clubs, hoping to get laid and maybe get pregnant with hopefully a boy to turn over for a massive cash reward. Her bills were not getting any easier and she’d get a price break on her utilities and taxes if she had a guy regularly banging her. But even the bar scene was stacked against her. A guy could walk into practically any bar in the world and have several scantily clad, attractive women immediately buying him drinks, asking to dance or go home with him or back to her place. And that was when the women didn’t just run up to him and proposition him with sex. In the Coitus Protocol age, giving a guy a blowjob was a perfectly acceptable way of introducing yourself. Your name came later if he wanted your number. In addition to the sheer number of women in the bars and clubs (nearly none of which charged a cover for men) many women had taken to working in ‘crashes’ of sluts. Pairs or more of women who knew each other and agreed to share the men they could get. Now instead of simply public sex, group sex was often on the table, and women who tried alone were cock-blocked by these ‘crashes’.

Which is why she had taken this side job. A huge chunk of women worked as fluffers. Being paid either a few dollars an hour or with an employee discount, the vast majority of public businesses had women available to suck and fuck male patrons. This brought men to searching women, added a cheap flow of workers and allowed women to practice their sexual talents. Orally usually. When men came in. And chose a woman in question.

Most businesses also offered a ‘take-out’ service, regardless of whether they were food service or not. If a guy liked a particular woman, he could inform her supervisor and request to take her home for some extra activity. It was extremely rare for a woman to say no and if she did refuse and didn’t have a good reason she tended not to keep her job much longer. In the previous era it would have been called public prostitution. Here it was an effort to get the population back up to a sustainable level.