Third Interview

The third interview was my personal choice, and it sounds so skeptical when comparing it to my previous interviews because they already escalated to what I would be doing in my third job. This job is like a side gig in my free time; it's a barmaid job in a local bar. This bar has good business but a bad reputation with rude customers. Working at a bar and having so many eyes on me will be exciting. I know, I'm a lewd fucking sex machine, still thinking about sex after all the pounding I received today; even a whore would be tired, but I'm still getting horny just thinking about it.
My Mind: Fuck at this run-down bar; I hope they give me a skimpy outfit. Having all the men lust over me, I bet I'll cum just letting them feel me with their eyes. I couldn't resist doing intimate tasks given by them and could even blow them for tips. Who am I kidding? Tips are just an excuse; I'm just a slut for cocks.
I hope I don't let my lust out of control again. Things are so bad right now that I can already be branded as a public whore; I was so dumb that I let multiple people film me having sex, and even worse, I was a bitch in all those recordings. My face will prove that I was enjoying it and I was the one who instigated it. I truly deserve to be a slut, as I expressed loving cheating on my boyfriend on multiple recordings. If any men who filmed me would threaten me to suck their dick on the street, I'd be fearless and horny to do something deprived like that without any remorse.
I got to the street; it was local and looked a little scary. The bar was on the corner of the road; I had to pee before going to the bar, so I looked for the public washroom. Thinking about it, I first cheated on my first day in the city with a taxi driver in a public bathroom. That turned the slut switch in me and spread my legs to every man I saw. With my dirty mind and being perverted, I went into the men's bathroom; how shameless and corrupted have I become? I blatantly told the two men who were pissing that the women's washroom was crowded. I took my time to stare at their dicks, I didn't care what they thought of me, but at that moment, I felt so sexy. They thought of me as a pervert;

Men: Aren't you going to finish what you came for?
Me: Oh, I'm working on it currently.
Seriously I was trying to seduce them at this point to pound me; Sometimes, it shocks me how slutty I am.
Men: What do you mean?

I went to one of the stalls. I closed the commode seat, sat on it, and left the door open for them to watch what a slut I am; I spread my legs wide and showed them my wet cunt. Put two fingers inside my pussy while they watched me masturbate; they were surprised, turned toward me, and started stroking their dicks. Fuck this is so exciting; if it weren't a public bathroom, I never would have done it; the thrill of having fun with strangers is so hot. I opened the tie knot of my crop top and slid my bra down.

Men1: This was the first time a whore walked into this bathroom of her free will rather than forcing her.
Me: Oh, do you guys fuck whores like me often.
Men2: We break whores like you but not in toilets, as most whores become insecure.
Me: aaah yeaaa, Why will they become insecure?
Men1: Let's say we started fucking you, and other people walk in; what would you do?

Oh my god, this is crazy; if I answer this, they will definitely start fucking me; what is better, my reputation or two dicks inside me? My degraded mind will always choose dicks first and deal with the situation afterward. I dropped to my knees, crawled to their cocks, and started smelling them lustfully.

Me: Ahhhhhh, I'll make them use me after you guys fuck my brains out, mmmm.
Men: Wew we rarely come across whore queens like you. We bet you will have at least ten customers a day.
Me: I had ten for breakfast for free; If you guys can't satisfy me, I might charge you for my service.

They were raged to be talked down by a whore, One grabbed my head and deep-throated my face, and the other grabbed my waist up and started fucking my asshole. They fucked me for five minutes straight like that.

Men1: Fuck, her mouth feels like a pussy; no wonder she acts like a slut.
Men2: This ass is slightly loose; I wonder how many fucked her in the ass.
Me: Gawk, Oh yeah, I'm a trained bitch. I bet you can't hold on anymore, so you took a break, and I cannot remember the count of useless customers who used my ass and finished early.
Men: This bitch is asking for it.

Fuck is this me, or is my lust taking over my body? I had never behaved this sluttly before. They opened the main door of the men's toilet and placed a trashcan over it so that it could not close. They penetrated both of my holes in a sitting cowgirl position and pulled my hair so that my body would be visible if someone passed by the door.

Men1: This is what you wanted right now? Run your mouth now bitch.
Men2: If you scream now, you can have all the men in this town.
Me: Aww god, fuck meeee; if half-assessed men like you cannot make me cum, at least some men in the town could make me cum for sureeee.
Men: Fuck, she is not scared; we should seriously break her, dude, unless we are the laughing stock.

What the fuck was I doing? I came twice as they trash-talked me. They didn't even notice it, but they are pounding me really well now; I will definitely attract some audience now. I was moaning with delight and couldn't care less if someone walked by; my face was all messed up with the makeup and tears. Something unexpected happened with the situation out of my hand. Three men entered the toilet and found me getting penetrated in both my holes. I was already horny, and my face was very lewd with excitement.

Men1: Haha, you found some audience bitch; we are barely started, and do you need some more men to please you
Men2: Well, this bitch can act all mighty, but she already came thrice.
Men1: Seriously, because of the convulsion, I couldn't notice, and she said we couldn't satisfy her.
Me: Aww yea, I generally get satisfied after I cum six times; I don't think you guys can handle me, all five of you.
Other Men: She is already out of her mind.
Me: All guys are only talk and pussies in the heart. Can't even fuck a woman.
Other Men: Shut yer trap; no woman gets gangbanged by five men:
Me: But sluts like me need more than that idiot; ahhhhh, are you going to talk all day or going to drop your pants.
Other Men; God, shut her mouth by filling your cock, dude.

Fucking did the nastiest thing, getting fucked by five men at a time. Three of them filled all my holes, and they changed positions, slurring at me, which I enjoyed and came shamelessly. Fuck this is so sexy; hands all over my body and got two extra dicks in my hand. We continued fucking for another 30 minutes until I finally passed out their cum all over my holes and body. I looked at the mirror; gosh, I looked like a filthy slut covered with semen. I don't know why this made me feel so sexy; I couldn't resist tasting the cum on my body. I took some on my right boob, and I felt a chill over my body after tasting it; I took the rest spread all over my body, and tasting cum of multiple people at a time made me cum again. Fuck, what am I, a sex fiend! I'm afraid I have developed a cum fetish.

I started moving toward the bar; it was called Gentleman's Desires. The name feels so kinky; would they ask me to fulfill their desires? When I entered the bar, It was crowded with men who might be locals. They all stared at me; I kind of it, though; it looked like hardly any women visited this bar. They were murmuring with each other. As I pass through to meet the main bartender, I feel devoured by their eyes. I need to keep my composure before I become a nympho.

Bartender: Well Whores don't usually come to bars to pick clients.
It's not surprising anymore when someone calls me a whore, but I wonder if it's just because of my attire.
Me: Why do you think I'm a whore?
Bartender: So you didn't notice you had bits of cum all over your clothes. Pretty naive of you not to see that.
Fuckkk! No wonder people have been giving me weird looks and whore shaming me today. I am a dumb bimbo, only concentrated on sucking cocks.
Me: What! Not that's not cum; it's just the design.
Bartender: Hmmm, you can say the same for your face.
This is bad; I deserve this shit; it was my fault for not being less slutty.
Me: Whatever, I'm here for the waitress job. Can I meet the manager?
Bartender: Oh, it's been a long since a hot chick worked here; it's going to be fun for all of us. He is in the room behind the counter.
Me: Okay.
That sounded weird anyways. I walked to that room and knocked on the door. The manager greeted me in and started discussing the job.

Manager: Fewer women worked long here due to the local crowd; sometimes, these men are hard to handle. But it looks like you are different and can take them.
Me: I know I look like a whore because I dress by choice.
Manager: Jesus! I was giving positive motivation, but you like being treated like one.
Me: Hmmm, little fun now and then will be good.
Manager: We might be unable to protect you, So safety depends on your behavior towards the customers.
Me: If I get in the mood, it'll be difficult to stop me.
Manager: This is the first time hearing a woman getting horny by these men; you'll get good profits for this bar.
Me: Will I be getting the tips for myself?
Manager: Yes, you can keep the money from blowjobs and sex.
Me: What! Doesn't that bring a bad name to the bar?
Manager: Like you will stop; your cunt is already dripping juices, you bitch.
Me: Shit! I'm sorry.
Manager: At least wear a proper skirt next time; it's clearly visible. You can find some waitress clothes in the store room you can try and come back.

Fuck I thought I would at least wait some days to whore around; I couldn't even stop imagining giving sexual services to customers already. Let's see what clothes they have. Most were not my size and didn't fit me; I could wear a black deep V-neck plunge top with 'your desire' printed on it. It sounded a little kinky like I'm the desire in a gentleman's club. Paired with denim booty shorts, this attire was air-tight as they were not size, showing my perfect figure. I returned to the manager's room to show him my clothing.

Manager: Hmm, excellent; I guess the rest didn't fit you; I'll get you new clothes by the next time you work.
Me: Oh, thanks a lot; I don't mind wearing sexy outfits to attract customers.
Manager: You can't fool me; I know this is just an excuse for you to be a whore in the bar. But remember, it should be 50-50; otherwise, I'll report you to the police.

My horny brain was mad at him for giving me 50% on selling my body rather than already determining that I would be a bar whore. Nobody can save my filthy mind, and my cunt was already wet.

Me: But at least you can improve that percentage in the future based on my performance.
Manager: So, you are admitting that you are a whore; why don't you drop on your knees and prove it.

It was like casting a spell on me, degrading me, and ordering me simultaneously. I Moved towards him and dropped his pants, taking his cock in my mouth. I proved to him how good a cocksucker I was—almost moving my mouth in rhythm without any gag reflex. Even though it was disgusting, I was secretly proud of that. He was taking his time enjoying this moment. In five more minutes, he was about to cum, took his dick out, and came on my tank top.

Manager: I bet you will enjoy working like this, Don't you like men looking at you like a cum dumpster with cum on your dress.
Me: Really! Can I work like this?
Manager: Don't you want to be treated like a whore? I thought this would help you.
I liked this idea; no matter how degrading it is, a slut like me would want to go out like this. Fuck this is so sexy and so slutty at the same time.
Me: But what if they **** me to do something inappropriate?
Manager: really! You will **** them to fuck you, now get back to work, you fucking nympho.

<Am> I that readable? I definitely thought of letting them fuck me. I should control my lust, or it will show on my face. As I walked to the counter, everyone was waiting, and as I showed myself with cum on my top, they went bunkers. The bartender touched my ass, but I couldn't even resist fighting back.

Bartender: Oh, baby! I was waiting for you to return; every woman who started to work only left after the first interaction with the boss. But looking at his cum on your top, you must be a perverted bitch. Go fast and collect the orders from the customers.

I was really zoned out; I didn't know what was happening; I just went with the flow. I went to each table and noted their orders, but it wasn't that simple. Every man was feeling up my ass; some were generous to tip some dollars and scraped them into my booty shorts. My pussy was throbbing with this attention, and I went back to the counter to make the drinks. The bartender came to my behind, took down the strap of my shorts, and put his hand inside my mussy while I was making their drinks. Even though everyone was looking at me, I was moaning like a bitch in heat. I wished to complete the drinks faster before I cum, but it was useless to a pervert like me to hold on to moral values. I came without any remorse, like a sex maniac.

Bartender: I never knew you were this slutty, don't worry, you can have fun with my cock every day, now get back to work. Everyone is waiting to feel your juices.

I had a good orgasm; I wonder, if they decide to fuck me now, will I be able to stop after fucking five men? Did I really think about that? I went from table to table serving drinks and my ass. Some of them made me sit on their lap and request a kiss. Shamelessly I did more than a kiss; I kissed off them for a few seconds. One customer asked me to sit on his lap, facing his face, and make him drink beer with my lips. This was more kinky than having sex. I was up for the challenge; I took beer in my mouth and passionately kissed him on his lips, transferring the beer. It made him horny; I could feel his dick directly pointed at my pussy in that position. Anyways they know I'm a slut; I started grinding him in front of everyone. I encouraged him to feel my tits from under the top so he won't touch the manager's cum. I was really into it; some men started to rub their penis as if they were watching live porn. He whispered into my ears that he'd fuck my brains out for 50 bucks. Horny me told him to meet me in the alley after my shift. As the show ended, the crowd was a little unhappy. I finished my shift met the manager, and hurried towards the alley.
I moved towards him, put my hands on the wall, lowered my abdomen, and pushed my ass on his dick like a street whore. He took out his shaft and slid my panties aside, and started pounding my wet cunt. The drilling was intense, and the sensation of getting fucked in an alley beside a road gave me chills. No matter how much sex I had today, it almost felt like having sex for the first time. This addiction will cost me badly in the future, but rather than getting scared, I was excited about how it would turn my life looked upon by society as a cock hungry slut. He had fun, came inside me, strapped the 50$ bill to my panty, and left. My pussy smells like semen after having all these sex adventures today.