Task complete.

Lynn spied a run down apartment complex and saw a young man walk out onto the sidewalk. He looked to be about 19 with slicked back black hair, a small goatte, and tan skin. He was wearing a white button down shirt and loose fitting black pants. He had a black apron slung over his shoulder. He stopped to light up a cigarette.

Lynn pulled up next to him and rolled down the passenger side window. He looked in at her. She could read his name tag "Tony." "Um, Tony, would you...like a...um...hand job?"

Tony snorted a laugh. "What are you a cop?"

"No, I'm not a cop, and I'm no a hooker. I won't even charge you."

Tony looked at Lynn and analyzed her face. "What's that all over you? Is that cum?"

Lynn blushed and looked down. "Yes," then she thought quickly. "It's for an...um...sorority initiation. I lost a competition...and...um...the only way they'll let me in is if I get ten guys to cum on my face! Please let me give you a hand job. All you have to do is cum on my face."

"I'll do it, but it'll cost you five bucks. I'm out of smokes," said Tony.

"Um, OK. Where can we do this?"

"Come up to my place, but hurry. I don't want to be late for work. But hey you can give me a ride. That'll make up time."

Lynn pulled into the parking lot. Soon she was in Tony's ratty apartment. She tried not to look at it too much but saw the stained carpet, the couch with stuffing coming out, overflowing ashtrays, and coffee table with a cinder block with one leg.

She got on her knees, and Tony undid his pants. She grabbed his cock and started pumping. She had to lube her hand by licking it. Tony grabbed her head then jerked his hands off as he felt the dried cum. After a few minutes, Tony blew his load on Lynn's face. Most of it hit her forehead and got stuck in her eyebrows or dripped onto her cheek. Lynn orgasmed when the cum hit her face. A drop dripped onto her lips and she licked it, causing a shiver to run through her.

She gave Tony a ride to the restaurant where he was a busboy and dishwasher. She didn't answer any of his questions about what kind of sick sorority she was a part of.

Luckily Tony's restaurant was not too far from the mall. Lynn arrived at the back door to work at 4:27. Ms. Cooper let her in. "What the hell?" the boss lady said.

"I did what you asked, ma'am."

"I said don't wash off that cum 'til this MORNING!" said Ms. Cooper before laughing. "Wow! You didn't have to leave it all over you ALL day! You REALLY, REALLY love having cum all over your face and head, don't you, you extra-kinky cum-slut?"

Lynn hung her head, "Yes, ma'am." Lynn's mind raced. She did just now remember Ms. Cooper saying not to wash the cum off until the next morning. Did she just forget or did she really like having this disgusting cum all over her head and face?

"I see why you lost that contest. You rather prefer getting off on bukakke and cum facials than licking my feet and going down on me. Well, that can be of some use. I have several male business contacts and people I do business with. I'm sure they'd all love to meet you! Now let's get you cleaned up, oh but first."

Ms. Cooper grabbed a digital camera and took several pictures of Lynn's face and some head shots, then she called Tanya over and sent her to Bath & Body works for some shampoo and face soap. While they waited in Ms. Cooper's office, Ms. Cooper made Lynn suck her toes and lick the soles of her feet while telling Lynn she had been on her feet a lot today, and they were hot and sweaty. This made Lynn wet. When Tanya came back, Ms. Cooper led Lynn into the employee restroom and washed Lynn's face and hair by shoving Lynn's head into the toilet and scopping water out of the toilet tank to rinse her. This new humiliation also made Lynn wet.

When Ms. Cooper finished, she took Lynn into her office and blow dried Lynn's hair and used some aerosol hair spray to give Lynn a buffount look. Lynn saw herself in the mirror. She had 70s country/western singer hair. It was all poofed out. Ms. Cooper then did Lynn's make up. She used lots of blue eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and pink blush and bright red lipstick. Lynn looked in the mirror. She looked a truckstop whore from the 70s. Why was Ms. Cooper doing this?

Lynn changed into her work clothes, and Ms. Cooper sent her out on the sales floor. Lynn's coworkers tried to hide their laughter when they saw how ridiculous Lynn looked but they could not.

Lynn worked the floor, getting lots of strange looks and snickers. Then the doorbell for the back door rang. Lynn could not see who it was.

Ms. Cooper came out on the floor. "Lynn, I need you in the store room!"

"Now what?" a worried Lynn whispered out loud to herself.