Foraging in the Underground

When Rachel emerges from her front door, she's like a new woman.

Her face is covered in makeup, the look landing somewhere between classy and trashy; the thick, ruby-red lips nudge it into the latter category.

But that's her intention, of course, and the rest of the outfit follows suit. She's wearing a crop top that barely covers her tits, and the hem of her hip-hugging skirt is about a foot higher up than anything her husband's ever seen her wear. Even the slightest gust of wind would be enough to reveal the black thong beneath.

The only concessions to comfort are her shoes and hair. She's wearing sensible jogging shoes, perfect for all the standing, leaning, and squatting she'll be doing this evening. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail, to keep it out of the way while she's... Taking her medicine.

Rachel sighs as she makes her way down the sidewalk, towards the nearest Tube station. It's a bit of a long walk, but well worth her time: there's no better place than the London Underground to solicit horny men, especially early on a Friday night while they're on their way into town.

She passes several people on the way out of her neighborhood: two older men, a policewoman, a few students, a postman on his way home from work... None make eye contact with her, but for entirely different reasons. The women can't bear to witness her humiliation, while the men are too busy staring at her nearly-exposed chest and ass.

One of the students reaches out to grope her on the way past; Rachel tries to stop and ask him for a load, but he's laughing and running after his friends without a second thought.

Soon Rachel arrives at the Tube station, taps her card, and heads down the stairs. That's when she encounters her first fellow forager.

"Judy?" Rachel approaches the bench at the bottom of the steps. "Is that you?"

A young blonde woman is sitting there, fiddling with her phone. She's wearing nothing but a shiny blue micro-bikini, which is stretched around her heavily-pregnant belly. There's an open backpack sitting beside her, and Rachel can see the more sensible change of clothes inside.

"Rachel! Hey!" The girl smiles up at her. "Fancy seeing you again. Is Harold out of town?"

"He's... No, but I need a dose or two anyway," Rachel replies, taking a seat on the bench. "What about you? What're you doing out tonight, especially in your... Uh..." She nods at the younger woman's belly.

"Oh, I'm out most nights now," Judy sighs. "I can't afford to drop too many points before the baby comes. Can you imagine being a new mother and being dumb and having to find the time to go out and blow men? I couldn't handle it. No, I need to stock up now, while I still can."

"Isn't your partner helping? Uh, sorry, I don't recall his name--"

"Her name," Judy says, smiling sadly. "My wife's name is Penelope."

"Oh... Oh, shit..." Rachel averts her gaze, staring at the concrete floor of the station. "...I'm so sorry."

"It is what it is, love. I get plenty of customers, at least. Plenty of weirdos about, who'll go for pregnant girls."

"That right?"

"Mmm. I don't have to advertise or beg, really. I get most of my loads from fetishists, and they'll just come right over."

As if on cue, a man in a suit peeled off from the passing crowd, approaching and standing in front of the bench. Judy spread her and leaned back, making room for him to rub his crotch against her belly a few times.

"Open up," he grunted flatly, dropping his fly and pulling out a smallish cock.

Judy obeyed, letting him thrust between her lips. Then she placed her hands on the stranger's hips, and her cheeks hollowed as she began sucking him off.

There was no doubting her skill: every slurp drew a groan of pleasure from the man, who was bucking his hips within seconds.

"Ungh... Hey, you. Come a little closer," he said, beckoning to Rachel.

She hesitated for a moment, but scooted over to her friend's side. It's not my job to help this loser get off, but I think Judy would do the same for me... And maybe he'll make us share the load?

The moment Rachel was within reach, the man started groping one of her breasts. After just a few overly-rough squeezes, he moaned and started pumping cum into Judy's mouth.

"Oh, yeah... Fuck yeah... You love that, don't you? Drink it all..."

"Glp... Glp... Mmgh." The moment the man's cock popped free of her lips, Judy was smiling up at him. "Thank you, love. Hope I'll see you again soon?"

"Mhm," he grunted noncommittally, stepping back and disappearing into the crowd before he even had his dick put away.

"God, what a creep. Did he give you a big one, at least?"

"Mm, they usually do," Judy said, swallowing one more time before reaching into her bag and popping a breath mint. "Guys like that save it up until they meet a girl who's just what they're looking for... And you know he doesn't have a girlfriend."

After they share a short, awkward laugh, Rachel bids Judy farewell and moves further into the station. The last thing she needs is another **** woman competing for her loads... And besides, she usually does her foraging while riding the Tube itself.