Back to reality

Tiffany pulled her Lexus up to Faye's house. It was nearly 3:00 AM. "Oh Goddammit... I have to be at the mission in four hours, and then have three classes today. This is going to suck." she said. Faye had bathed with Tiffany and Helen before they had left, and she was grateful for that. Aside from some bloodshot eyes, she looked fairly presentable. "At least I have today off at Knockers." she thought to herself, then slapped her forehead. She had forgotten all about Ronnie. She certainly wasn't going to take him to the club and front $100 for him to get a private room. She had to think of something else. "Anyway, thanks for the ride. I gotta take a nap," Faye said, opening the door.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Tiffany asked. Faye glanced over, and saw that she held her cut for the evening. "Its 3K, even. Helen is a good tipper." Faye smiled. With what she made at the restaurant, dancing, and the night with Helen, she had just shy of $4,000. As she went to grab it, Tiffany held on until Faye had to look her in the eye.

"Listen, its a job, okay. Next week, Helen is going to find some other distraction and that nice, fancy mansion will just be a dream. You don't want to get involved with the Lazarenes. Girls don't come back from that the same. They'll use you up, and toss you to the curb. I've seen it before. Stick to one nighters. They understand that, and will respect it. If they think they've got their hooks into you, the money will dry up and you'll end up like one of Fawndale's sad street hookers that give it up for $10 a pop; you'll be so desperate for sex." With that, she let go of the folded stack of bills.

"I'm not going to join some crazy sex cult!" Faye said with a giggle. "It was nice...okay it was really nice..., and I know some nights will be the exact opposite; but I know that I got really lucky tonight, especially with you there to watch out for me." Faye looked at her, and peeled $500 off the stack, and handed it Tiffany. "For watching out for me, just like you tipped the bouncer."

"You know, before I take this, the most iron-clad rule of stripping is that once the money is in hand, no matter what; the giver never gets it back." Faye stared at her, holding the money up. She gave a nod to Tiffany, who took a deep breath, and plucked it from her fingers. "Okay." she said as she exhaled. They held each others gaze for a moment. Tiffany appeared like she wanted to say something, but decided against it. "Alright "Rose", get some rest. Oh, and get a butt plug. These guys are crazy about ass, if you hadn't guessed already. Nothing too big. About 5 inches should do."

Faye nodded. She wouldn't even have to pay for a butt plug. Ronnie was about to get an upgrade without even knowing it. She thanked Tiffany again, and closed the door. She'd snuck in enough times to know that her parents were fast asleep, that her twin brother was either stoned out of his mind by now or so enthralled with streaming porn that he wouldn't even register she was home; and that Mittsy, the family dog, was so used to her getting in late that she wouldn't even bark. She slipped into her room noiselessly and passed the same mirror that she had at the start of her day. Outwardly, she didn't look any different, but inwardly she had been irrevocably changed. She slid out of her "Knockers" uniform, but her new corset up a hook in the closet, and crawled under her heavy blanket. She should have been racked with existential crises and regret; but she wasn't. Faye fell asleep almost instantly to the most pleasant dreams...

The jarring blare of the alarm clock was like a kick to the head. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" she said, groggily hitting the snooze button. It seemed it was almost immediately going off again. "Fine!" she thought, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She pulled on her yoga pants and stood, thankful she'd bathed the night before. She clasped one of her black bras before bundling her lovely red hair into a ponytail. Over this, she donned a dark gray hoodie with the "Fawndale Bucks" team logo on it. She was on autopilot when she toasted a bagel as she put on her running shoes, popped the bagel out of the toaster and covered it in honey and cream cheese, and started her 20 minute walk to the mission. By the time she had arrived, the line was 30 deep with Fawndale's unfortunates.

"Oh, Faye. Thank goodness. Please pass out the eggs." Sister Maryellen said as soon as she saw her walk in. She was halfway through them when her phone buzzed. She ignored it, not knowing anyone that would try to contact her at this hour. 10 minutes later, it buzzed again. She scooped a steaming pile of eggs onto another vagrant's plate when it buzzed a third time. Faye sighed, and passed the scoop to Muffy; a work-release case dropped on them by the judge. The ditzy blonde did her best as Faye slinked away for a "bathroom break". She checked her phone, and sighed.

"Where 2 fuk?" was the first text. "Ronnie here. Where fuk?" The third one "Had a deal. One fuck/ day/ one month. Publish in two hours if no reply." Faye checked the time. She'd be done by 11:00 AM. Her brother would be at the house even though her parents were gone; and the club wouldn't be open. She had to think. There was really only one option.

"Madame's Chest. private booth. noon." she replied. That'd give her an hour and a half between then and her first class. She quickly typed "will text booth #, will be there." She waited for what seemed like an awfully long time before getting the single letter response "k" to her messages. Faye slid her phone back into pocket, and kept serving eggs until 11:00 AM. As soon as the alarm chirped, she dropped the spoon, and starting pulling off her apron. "Sorry, sister; I gotta go!" she said, opening the door and bursting outside.

"But Faye, we've got so many..." Sister Maryellen said as the door slammed shut behind her. Faye speed walked down the road. "The Madame's Chest" shop was a 30 minute walk. She was determined to make it in 15. She was so focused that she ignored the first ten minutes of catcalls and honks. It was when she was almost there that Faye realized she hadn't put on panties this morning and was wearing yoga pants.

She slid into the shop's doors at 11:22 AM. The clerk looked quite surprised to see a woman in this early. He was overweight but not fat, probably in his late 30's. He sported a depressing beard that he hoped hid his double chin, but didn't.

"Open booths?" she asked, breathlessly. The clerk looked uncomfortable. "You know, open booths for a show?" He shifted from one foot to the next.

"While we do have open booths, I; the cashier, have no knowledge of what any individual or group of individuals may or may not have done to the legally mandated separating barrier to facilitate any illegal or lewd acts..." Faye was screaming inside. She didn't have time for this. She took a deep breath, and slid behind the counter. "Hey, you can't arrest me if I don't know what is...what is...what is happening?"

Faye dropped to her knees, and quickly undid his belt, which she wasn't surprised to see had a Batman belt buckle. She braced herself, remembering what she had done not one day prior, and engulfed his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard, drawing back to let the blood fill his cock before sucking it all back into her mouth and easily down her throat. She drew back again and sucked harder; feeling his bounding pulse engorge his penile flesh.

She drew back, suddenly, one hand wrapped around his throbbing member as she talked. "Now a cop wouldn't do this, would they? Tell me what booth is open and I'll even let you finish." She said before dipping down and taking his entire cock down her throat. She looked up at him. At this angle, she was sure he was closer to 40, twice her age. "Thanks again, Fawndale's Finest." she thought remembering just how many of the football team she had sucked off. She didn't know why, but as she was blowing him, she crunched the numbers. "Lets see...one per touchdown, a handjob for an interception...and of course a pass-a-round for a post season win..." Faye came to the conclusion that she'd sucked about 22 different cocks a considerable number of times, not counting the one's in the diner, and been fucked about 11 times, give or take how many she couldn't remember from parties.

"Booth...booth 3 in open..." he said, his form rocking back and forth as she sucked him.

She pulled her lips off of him, and looked up. "Once you are up to 23 cocks sucked, you might as well stop counting." she thought. "Well..." she said, "Then let's go to booth 3." His eyes went wide, and he shuffled passed her. She saw a decrepit old man being ushered down the hall. The clerk was breathing heavy, but smiling. Faye walked down the short corridor with him. He put his eager hand on the door. Faye reached out, suddenly. "Alright. If...when...this happens, I get this booth, everday, for an hour. In return, once a week, you get to be in the booth with me; no promises. Deal?" she said.

"You honestly think a guy like me would pass that up? Deal!" he said, opening the door. Faye was ushered in. There was a single leather chair of very questionable hygiene sitting in the center. He sat down without hesitation and was shamelessly shimmying his pants down his legs. Faye slid her yoga pants down and her hoodie off, initially ignoring him. To her this was now just another road bump. It was when she turned around and saw him that she held her hand to her mouth. His face was in complete darkness. The flickering of the light hid his imperfections. All Faye saw was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. It was nearly perfect. Thick, about 8 inches long, and smooth. No thick, twisting veins, no strange bulges; just 8 inches of thick, long, smooth cock.

The screen was too close, and the booth too narrow to get in front of him, so Faye bent over and felt the cold particle board wall that separated this booth from the next on her smooth thighs. She held his amazing member in her hand as she started to suck on the tip. She sucked and licked until she was sure he was at full erection. "Couldn't be too bad..." she thought as she relaxed her throat and let his cock slide deep into her mouth. As he quivered, Faye slid his penis out. "Not too bad at all.." she thought, opening her lips and arcing her neck so his full length could slide down her throat.

Just then, she felt blind, exploring fingers touch her thigh. He was seated, so that could only mean one thing. This booth had a gloryhole. Faye didn't know why, but she shifted until the fingers were at her sex. As she sucked and licked, she felt the fingers plunge into her. Her cunt responded immediately, slickening with juices. She pulled her mouth off of the clerk's cock. "Mmmm...how big?" she said over her shoulder.

"Six and a half, give or take." she heard through the muffled wall.

"Got a condom?" she asked, sucking the cock back into her mouth. The clerk was frozen solid in ecstacy. She stroked and licked him constantly. Faye could tell he wasn't going to last long.

"Yep." was the reply. Faye could hear him rip the wrapper. She glanced back into the dim light of the next booth through the hole. She could see him unraveling it down his cock. Faye turned back to re-engulf the clerk's penis. She pressed her thighs against the hole, and whimpered when she felt the cockhead slide into her. She had no way of knowing that an overweight 47 year old trucker was on the other side of the hole, hammering his cock into her tight, young body.

Neither of them lasted two minutes. Faye felt the stranger's cock retreat, and tasted the disappointing dribble of jism from the clerk. Faye was sure he'd jacked off earlier. The stranger offered no words. The clerk half-heartedly made an excuse to go back to the counter. Faye was alone with the porno and her thoughts until she heard to door creek open. Ronnie stood there, and grinned, before closing the door.

Faye bent over, and used her hand to align him with her ass. "That's right. There." she said, seeing the slightly confused look on his face. If she was going to impress the Lazarenes, she reckoned as she felt his cockhead press against her tight anal bud, she might as well be prepared. And then, in a seedy booth in an adult book store, Faye felt the third cock of her life slide passed her tight, pale, cheeks and penetrate her quivering anal ring. Ronnie slid his cock in and out of her with wild abandon. Faye didn't mind. Her thoughts were elsewhere; in ancient mansions and secret chambers...