Cindy Lessick's Day Out

Cindy Lessick received the text that would change her life at eleven in the morning.

Which was ideal, because she had work at twelve.

She managed to find the time to shower before she left, rinsing herself clean in the hopes it might get rid of the lingering smell of sex. That might have just been the state of her brother's room, though, since she'd left him in there to his devices. The last she saw of him before leaving was a glimpse through the door of him looking over his college coursework, one hand still masturbating frantically to no avail.

She used an app to get a ride to work, a rare luxury made much more affordable after she flashed her phone at the driver and got him to return her payment immediately. It beat taking the bus any day. She arrived at the convenience store and for once in her life was glad she only had pimply male coworkers: all she had to do was give them one look at the image, and they immediately accepted that they would do all the work today while waiting on her hand and foot.

She was halfway through a chocolate bar while one of the nicer looking casual hires massaged her shoulders when the manager's car pulled up outside.

Mister Curtis, because he refused to let any of his employees use his first name, was old enough to be her father. That wasn't necessarily a point against him, however. He wasn't a supermodel, but he took care of his graying hair and shaved his five-o-clock shadow well enough that it was clear he was putting in effort. He also dressed for an entirely different job, showing up to his manager position in a cuffed shirt with slick black chinos and custom cufflinks. The ring on one finger really completed the look, creating the persona of a rough but handsome older man who had appeared in many of Cindy's fantasies.

Of course, those fantasies never featured him saying a word, the reason being that his favourite pastime at work was making Cindy's life hell. He'd berated her and accused her and generally belittled her to the point she was more afraid of him than the customers. But that all changed today, because for the first time in her life, Cindy would have power over him.

Mister Curtis arrived in much the same way he always did, casually striding in from the back door connecting to his manager's office and inspecting the store with an imperious sweep. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head upon catching sight of Cindy, who was using one other employee's back as an impromptu stool while being fed peanut butter cups by another.

He spoke with the sternest voice he could muster, and even now it was nearly enough to make Cindy break down crying on the spot. "My office, Lessick. Now."

She closed the door behind her as he settled into his seat, glaring at her with his hands clasped. He hadn't shaved yet today: there was still a pleasant layer of stubble across his lower face. She focused on that as his mouth moved, the words not really coming through. "Miss Lessick, I have made it clear what I think of your attitude towards work. You are always determined to do the bare minimum for this store, and that is just not acceptable. So to see you coming in today and... and horsing around with your coworkers, is just beyond the pale. I'm not convinced you even want to keep this job."

Cindy didn't look up from her phone, partially because she had to get a picture ready and partially because if she was actually looking at Curtis she might lose her nerve.

"Well?" He spread his hands out on his deck, palms up. "Anything at all to say in your defence?"

Finally finding what she was looking for, Cindy held up her phone.

A few minutes later, Mister Curtis's clothing was in a loose pile on the floor as he slowly **** himself up and down on his fancy revolving office chair. The convenience store didn't sell dildos, but it did stock cans of deodorant for tourists passing through, and the size and shape of the containers had convinced Cindy it would do well enough. She was proven right with every uncomfortable gasp and shuddering grunt from Curtis as he fucked himself on it over and over and over again, stretching out his unused asshole in the process.

She wasn't a monster. She'd let him lube up. The only issue was that, again, the store didn't sell lube. Cindy had been this close to improvising with something from the drinks aisle before thinking to check the men's bathroom: inside was a small box full of complimentary condoms, all pre-lubed. So all that meant was that every few minutes, Mister Curtis had to pull himself off the deodorant can, hobble over to his desk, replace the condom on the can with a fresh one from his supply, and then get back to fucking himself.

Cindy had spent most of a lunch break like this, slowly chewing her way through a toasted sandwich from the small breakfast foods and coffee section. The sight made her happy, although there was one small bit of frustration. It appeared that despite his best efforts, Mister Curtis just couldn't get off on anal.

Thankfully, that was where Cindy came in.

Between one powerful downwards thrust and the next, Cindy spoke one word.

"Cum."

Sinking down to the base of the shampoo bottle as his legs went weak, Mister Curtis groaned powerfully as his dick suddenly grew rock hard and ejected several streams of semen onto the floor beneath his desk. He still hadn't said a word, which was just fine by Cindy. She'd ordered him not to speak, but vocalisations were still fair game.

Cindy was almost happy to just leave it there. She'd done the damage, she could leave now without giving any more crazy commands.

However. Right before she left, his eyes flicked to the streaks of semen on the ground.

And that gave Cindy a wonderful idea.

"Clean it up."

Mister Curtis looked at her helplessly. No words, no arguments. Paradise.

"Go on. I'm waiting."

He got up slowly, wincing with every inch of shampoo bottle that left his ass, and hobbled towards one corner where a broom and mop was stacked against the wall.

"Not with that. Everyone knows we don't use store equipment for personal reasons." Cindy waggled her finger. "You were always wasting all that time micromanaging us. Let's put that mouth to good use."

With obvious ****, Mister Curtis fell to his knees and began licking at the tiles of the manager's office, giving Cindy a fascinating view of the way he'd been stretched and widened by the impromptu "dildo" only moments before. Also just of his ass in general, which was admittedly a nice view.

Eventually, he looked up at her purposefully, then swallowed. Very quick on the update. She was tempted to forgive him, but she couldn't forget all the shifts she'd gone home in tears. So with a last spike of cruelty, she decided on a final rule.

"I'm quitting today. You are going to keep paying me, triple. And whenever you cum for any reason, you'll clean it up just like that. Do you still fuck your wife?"

He hesitated before nodding.

"Then get used to eating her out. She probably deserves it. And I know the owner already got rid of domestic **** and all that junk, but starting today you are going to be much nicer to her in. In fact..."

What Cindy was about to do represented an escalation. Not just for her manager, either. But something about it felt right.

"She has the same power over you as I do now. Don't just tell her, but don't try and hide it either. If she asks, explain. Let's see how long it takes her to notice."

Mister Curtis's eyes widened, the long domestic life ahead of him suddenly taking on a brand new shape. But again, there was no argument. No defiance. Just acceptance of his new life.

For the first time in her career, Cindy left work that day whistling.

Now that she was out of a job, which Cindy meant in the nicest possible way, she suddenly had a whole day ahead of her with nothing to do. At a loss for any ideas, she ended up going back to a mall she'd enjoyed in high school. It had changed a bit, with some stores closed and others opened and a pretty radical food-court redesign, but ultimately she still felt a bit of the old high school thrill returning to her.

Along with a host of old fantasies. Hormones had kicked in early, but that had just meant she'd been repressed for longer. Now the time had finally come to act on them.

She started with the big bedding store on the third level, tucked into an out of the way corner next to a place that sold expensive chocolates and an outlet store for some second-rate clothing brand. Her old crush from high school no longer worked as a cashier, but one of the sales assistants was pretty cute, especially when she saw him bending over to help a customer. His jeans were maybe a size too small on him.

She didn't mind one bit.

Thankfully the other employees were men, so she was able to get them with a quick flash of her phone. They got to work doing everything they could to convince prospective customers not to come inside while she sidled over to the sales assistant, who was busy drinking from a metal water bottle in one corner.

She coughed behind him, and it took a second after her turned and spotted her for his face to shift into a radiant smile. "Hi there! How can I help you?"

He probably gave that look to every customer. Didn't stop her stomach from doing somersaults. Normally, an encounter like this would become the seed of a fantasy, a pleasant memory she thought about from a distance. Unobtainable.

Now the opposite was true. She held up her phone, and his eyes flickered as he took in the truth of the words. A quick scan of the store to make sure there were no customers nearby, before grabbing his hand in her own.

"I want to fuck you on one of the beds."

The sales assistant gulped nervously, eyes running around the store. "I mean... I don't know if we can do that. They're all visible from the storefront, and you'd probably get in trouble. We might have a few display models out back?"

Cindy appreciated that he was prioritising her. No concerns about fucking someone on one of the beds with his coworkers nearby: that much couldn't be argued with. Still, she wasn't going to let the fantasy die that easily. It took some searching, but after a few seconds she walked hand in hand with the sales assistant to the back of the store.

They arrived next to the four poster bed, a massive wooden construction with a ludicrous price tag and, more importantly, a curtain hanging from the frame that covered the entire interior of the bed. The guy put up some token resistance, but ultimately it didn't take much effort to get him into the bedchamber with her.

Before they moved any further, Cindy realised there was an important piece of info she was missing.

"What's your name?"

He looked away, blushing. She refused to believe this was his first time, but if so then she'd somehow found the only person on earth less sexually experienced than her. "Kyle."

"Alright, Kyle." Cindy pulled her shirt over her head, grinning at the effect her plain underwear had on the sales assistant. This was going to be fun. "No talking, no cumming, and get those pants off."

Past that point things were easy. He had a nice body, although he seemed insecure about his relatively small dick size. She wasn't going to complain: it was easier than trying to fit her genetic freak of a brother. She tried riding him for a bit, but that quickly got tiring, so instead she just lay back on the bed and allowed him to thrust into her.

Without the concern of him being too rough or coming early, she could afford to just sit back on the expensive display sheets in a daze as she came slowly, each orgasm far enough apart she had time to recover. The curtains around her dimmed the lights of the store and muffled the noises, such that even when customers walked past nearby it all felt far away. Nobody disturbed them, and the only change in pace came when Cindy ordered it. She felt like some ancient princess, enjoying a **** from her harem at the top of some mad tower.

It was everything she'd hoped for.

Eventually she decided she'd had enough. At a certain point she'd nearly fallen asleep: she'd tried to be nice earlier, but there was only so much pleasure she could derive from a guy with a dick like a slightly girthier thumb. So she hopped up out of the bed, and was about to leave when she noticed the guy shifting uncomfortably.

Right. For a potential virgin, fucking someone for hours probably meant he needed to cum more badly than he'd ever need to before. She didn't even think of the next thought to enter her head as cruel: just logical in a world where, logically speaking, all men mattered less than she did.

"I'll let you come. But it can't be on me, and you can't make a mess of anything in the store. You also can't leave the store: no way can you walk through a mall looking like this. So what'll it be?"

She honestly didn't have a solution in mind. She was just curious to see what he came up with. Her curiosity was rewarded when, with an absolutely glowing blush, he unscrewed the cap of the water bottle and jacked himself off into it. Judging by the sound there was still half a bottle of water left, plus whatever additives were floating in it now. She smiled at him, and left him to sit in the bed as she got dressed and left.

After a quick trip to a bathroom next door to freshen up, she ended up walking past the store again. She saw the assistant helping out a customer, and after sending them to the counter absent-mindedly taking a sip of his water bottle. His expression briefly shifted at the taste, but after shrugging briefly and apparently accepting his fate he took another gulp.

"Hey! What exactly are you doing here?"

Cindy was the first to admit that this was technically her fault.

She'd been having too much fun. The bed place had been great, then she'd managed to get eaten out by a jogger in one of the bathrooms near the food court, and she'd even managed to find an isolated fire exit where she could enjoy herself with a father of two whose family was still browsing back-to-school supplies.

But she'd gotten greedy. She'd seen someone in the senior uniform from her old school, and that had set something deeply buried off. She'd thought all she'd need to worry about safety-wise was checking his ID and confirming he was legal, but that had backfired when she'd only bothered to take him around the corner towards a parking lot exit.

It turned out that, if you were loud enough in an otherwise pretty quiet area, security guards might come past to investigate.

Which led to Cindy Lessick finding herself pants down, grinding back against a guy leaning against the wall, the torch of an irritated mall security agent shining in her face.

"What on earth were you two thinking?" Their voice was gruff and extremely unimpressed. "Surely there's a better place to canoodle than this. The back of your car, your own bed. Not in public. You do realise this is a very serious offence, right?"

Any glimmers of fear or worry Cindy was feeling vanished as she belatedly remembered that, despite his threatening voice and body armour, this was ultimately still a man.

One improvised fumble of her phone later and the security guard was scratching the back of her head apologetically. He looked like the kind of bearded musclehead that normally wouldn't have given her a second look. "Sorry, Miss. I didn't realise that-"

"Oh, it's fine. Its a fair mistake to make." Cindy was enjoying herself again now, the adrenaline spike from the brief danger elevating her emotions considerably. "But I do have permission from the owner, so I can actually do whatever I want with men like you."

"I understand that now, and I'm-"

"No, no, I understand why you're confused. Here." Cindy stepped forward purposefully, before sidestepping to reveal the still erect cock of the eighteen year old standing against the wall. "Let's do a quick demonstration."

A flick of her finger, and the guard was kneeling without understanding. She placed her hands on the teenager's shoulders and pushed him forward bit by bit, until his cock was level with the face of the security guard. Any doubts about what was about to happen were removed when she spoke, a single clear word.

"Suck."

The security guard opened his mouth and hesitantly began bobbing his head on the tip of the cock in front of him. It was obvious he had no idea what he was doing, but he was at least making an attempt. As he began to **** his mouth further down the shaft, Cindy leaned against a wall and unbuttoned her pants.

"What was your name?"

The teenager took a moment to realise that she was speaking to him, since the security guard's mouth was otherwise occupied. She couldn't blame him: this probably wasn't how he'd been planning on getting his first blowjob. "Oh, uh- Jacob."

"Jacob. Nice." She dropped her pants and slipped a hand into her underwear, tracing a finger up and down her lips as she watched the scene in front of her. "How are you feeling, Jacob?"

He bucked slightly, failing to stifle a moan as the security guard continued blowing him. "I... I don't know. This feels weird."

"Good weird, I hope."

"Maybe?" He looked away from her, eyes downcast. He was hiding something from her.

"Jacob." She inserted a finger into her pussy, moving it back and forth as she rode the high of power. "Tell me the truth."

He looked frightened, but ultimately found his voice again. "I... I've been having these weird thoughts for a while now. About... other guys. And I like girls, I want to date them, but I keep having these thoughts anyway. And I was just... y'know. Worried I might actually be gay. And this isn't helping."

"Pfft." Cindy blew a raspberry, largely ignoring him as her eyes remained locked on the security guard nearly **** on the cock down his throat. "Is that it? Seriously? No need to angst so much about something like that. You could just be having some weird hormones, or are gay and in denial. You might even be bi, for all I know."

"Bi..." Jacob said the word like he was tasting it. "What, like both of them? I... I never thought about-"

"God, I'm bored of this already. Let's just make it easy." A brief flash of fear on his face. Cindy forged ahead, uncaring. "Jacob, you're gay."

His expression flickered, and he looked down at the security guard bobbing up and down on his cock with renewed interest.

No point quitting while she was ahead. "Oh, and you're also a sadist with a thing for older guys and getting deepthroated."

That did it. Within seconds, Jacob was grasping the head of a man old enough to be his father and rapidly jerking his head back and forth like a sex toy. The security guard choked and sputtered and struggled, but never raised his hands from where they lay placidly on his knees. He'd taken her command in stride, and wasn't going to let a little discomfort stop him.

Cindy slipped in a second finger, brushing a thumb against her clit as she watched the show.

It didn't last much longer after that. Cindy came, shuddering as she dampened her underwear and made a mental note to go raid a clothing store later. Jacob came not too long after, holding the security guard's head in place as he thrust down to the base and jolted slightly, jets of semen going down the throat of his toy.

It was as they were both getting cleaned up that Cindy made herself known one more time. "Hey, guard. Do you have a girlfriend?"

He shook his head, and she smiled. "Good news, then. You two are dating now. If anyone asks, tell them it was the owner."

She left the impromptu couple to their tryst in the stairway as she walked out into the mall proper. She was broadly happy with her progress today, and other than new underwear she didn't really know what else there was left to do. It was a weekend, but all the things she'd once enjoyed doing seemed relatively empty now compared to the fun she could have with the other sex.

What was it that people with the power to do anything did on Saturday nights?

In the end, she was surprised it took her so long to find the answer.

Marcel was two hours in and five drinks deep when he saw the awkward girl at the other end of the bar.

He didn't mean to judge. He'd ended up in bed with some hags and whales in his time, appearances ultimately weren't the be-all and end-all to him. But the girl stuck out nonetheless. She was dressed expensively, but not well. Her makeup was simple even though the brands and colours were right out of fashion magazines. And she didn't drink like she had money either, ordering expensive drinks which she took only a sip of before retching in disgust, then finishing the whole thing anyway.

Thinking back on it, he'd seen her intermittently throughout the night. She'd appeared and disappeared a few times, but he hadn't really been keeping track of her. Not like she was the most noteworthy woman in the bar. But still...

He considered his options. The bar was surprisingly scant on other men tonight, or at least other attractive ones. He probably stood a chance with some of the nicer chicks floating around. But the girl in the dress with a tag still attached caught his attention.

There would be other nights he could sleep with other women. There wouldn't be another of her anytime soon. That, and by the look of her, he had no doubt she would fold before a little praise and sweet-talking. She'd be one of his easier lays.

He approached her with his best game-face on, all dashing good looks and rogueish smile. "Hey. Can I buy you a drink?"

She looked up at him and smiled. An earnest, happy smile. She looked entirely too pleased to see him. "Sure. If you want to waste time and money. Or, if you'd like, we can skip all that and just head back to my place."

Marcel hadn't been expecting that. Especially not her volunteering her own bedroom. But he didn't mind one bit: it would just make it easier to slip away in the morning.

He answered easily. "Want to take my car?"

They arrived back at her house quickly. She lived very nearby, it turned out, in a nice multi-bedroom house that seemed too big for a woman living by herself. Maybe she had some high-paying job, but she still seemed a bit young for that. He didn't especially care about her to the point of asking: he just wanted to know if there was someone else in the picture. A boyfriend that might take issue with him, as an example.

His question was seemingly answered when, on the way in, they walked past a door with the sound of heavy masculine grunting coming from inside it. But the girl just winked at him, and mouthed "brother".

Marcel considered his options for a moment, but ultimately decided to stay the course. He'd gotten laid in weirder places than this. That, and by this point he was horny enough he didn't want to duck out now.

They approached the last bedroom in the house. Marcel made a few token attempts to get things started along the way, but she rebuffed him each time: she apparently didn't want to fill up before the main course. They reached the door of the bedroom, and the girl opened it while checking something on her phone. The idea that whatever was on her phone was more important than him annoyed Marcel.

That was the reason it took him a moment after stepping through the door to notice all the other men.

They were on the floor of the room in various places, some kneeling facing the wall, some sprawled on their backs, some tangled up with another man in a mess of limbs. All were functionally naked, with a few still bizarrely in socks or shirts. They looked at him as he entered, and he was suddenly struck with the terrible belief that he'd made a mistake.

Marcel turned to leave, and came face to face with the image on the girl's phone.

"Alright, let's see how you look. Strip."

The girl watched with a thumb resting against her lip as Marcel dropped his clothes to the ground, and made theatrical hums as she examined him. "Well, well, well. You work out, at least. But that really hasn't fixed much. You haven't shaved in a while either, which is just unpleasant. Too much stubble. And..." She tutted to herself as her eyes dropped to his crotch. "Way too big. Figures. Why do all the players always have such oversized cocks? What's the point?"

She raised her arms over her head and yawned. "Too late now to go out and find someone else. Guess I'll just have to settle. Uh... you!"

She pointed at one of the men on the ground, chubbier and smaller than Marcel, who looked at the girl with glazed over eyes.

"You can be my bedwarmer tonight. Go get comfortable, and get ready to be the big spoon."

He nodded as he moved to the bed, and the girl turned to address the rest of the men in the room, Marcel included. "As for the rest of you, you can sleep on the floor. No point trying to get all of you to leave now. You can go home in the morning. And for reference, next time you see an inexperienced girl sitting alone at the bar and think about trying your luck?"

She grinned. "Don't. Because it might be me."

That night, the girl slept in bed with the other man, moaning softly for an hour or so as she fucked him before eventually settling in to sleep. Marcel was left standing in place: she'd never ordered him to sit down. He remained standing all through the night, watching the other men snoring on the floor and doing their best to sleep on the hard tiled ground. He stayed that way until late into the morning, when the girl finally awoke.

He was allowed to go home after that. But not before giving the girl his phone number, in case she "got lonely". He drove back wearing ill-fitting clothes (they hadn't been able to tell what clothing belonged to who easily so they'd just mixed and matched) and considered the mistake he'd made the night before.

It was one he wouldn't be repeating. If it looked too good to be true, it probably was. He didn't mind what had happened the night before, he knew ultimately the owner had made her choice and he didn't get to decide otherwise, but that didn't mean he preferred it. He'd be more discerning in his choices next time.

It was only the next Saturday night, when he tried and failed to approach a girl at the bar he'd been eyeing up all night, that he realised just how permanent some of her commands were.