Oral

Phil Stanton woke up as usual and left his apartment to go to the same job he's had for three years. He was a Pizza restaurant cook and sometimes helped with deliveries. But he noticed on his walk to work that day that something was different. Most of the people he passed on the sidewalk were women and they all looked angry at him. He tried to shake this uneasy feeling he had and hurried on to work a few blocks from his apartment.

Nearly arriving at the restaurant, he heard a scuffle and turned his head. A man was surrounded by women and they had him on his knees, holding him and forcing his face into the crotch of a lady with her pants pulled down to her ankles. Phil could not believe it. He noticed no one was coming to this poor guys rescue because women were walking past and not really paying attention to the openly sexual scene.

Phil started to head toward the women to help the man, but he heard a voice and stopped.

"Phil," Jake said, his freind he had worked with for years at the restaurant. "What are you doing? You know it's too dangerous for us out here. We have to hurry or we'll be late for work."

"But look," Phil said pointing at the women around the man on his knees.

"You know we can't do anything about that. Let's hurry before they turn on us too."

Jake pulled Phil toward work and he reluctantly left the poor man to his fate. Phil and Jake arrived at work but the sign on the restaurant had changed. Now it read O shop 432.

Phile asked, "What happened to Big Pizza? Did they change names?"

Jake said, "What are you talking about. Let's go or we'll be late again."

Jake tugged on him to follow to the back of the building where they entered through the back door. Phil noiticed the kitchen was gone that was there only the day before. Now it was a room lined with lockers.

"I don't understand what's going on," Phil said. "Where are we?"

Jake said, "Snap out of it. We have to get ready for work."

Jake opened a locker and started undressing. Phil watched him get completly nude. Then he started putting on knee pads like baseball catchers wore.

"Hurry up Phil. You don't want to make them mad again."

Not really understanding what was going on, Phil saw many other young men in various stages of dress, some naked now with knee pads on. To go along, Phil undressed and put his clothes in the locker and withdrew the knee pads and buckled them on.

"Jake, please tell me what we are doing?"

"Shut up and follow me. Don't talk or you'll be in big trouble."

Phil followed Jake and the other naked young men further into the building. The lights were low and he could make out in the dim light, two rows of chairs on each side of the long room. In the middle was a space where people could move about.