This is a work of fiction depicting sexual acts between consenting adults, aged eighteen and over. There are no similarities to anyone real or living, other than myself who is the main character, set in deep running fantasy. There are depictions of unprotected sex and smoking. I do not condone either, as each is an individual's choice. Constructive feedback welcome at rachellenaughty@yahoo.com. Also, support Nifty with a donation if you are able.
A Career Change Chapter 12 Privates?
Monday morning, I was up at seven and ate breakfast at eight. I cleaned myself up and out, shaved what I could reach but the chastity cage was preventing me from getting close to my little cock and balls. I did a basic makeup job, not as good as Estelle did. I thought about Joseph again and was disappointed. I walked into the salon and straight to Carla's office.
"Hi there. You are ready to go early."
"I have a question."
"Ok, what?"
"The last two times I have been in the booths, three men said they wanted to do a private with me. When can I do that?"
"Your training is not finished, and Jerry hasn't interviewed you to work the floor as we call it. Let me explain how it works. You start in the booths. You either make it there or you don't. So far, the positive feedback for you is eighty percent, which is incredibly good. Most girls don't get sixty percent. From the booths you get a following and work towards doing privates in your adjoining room. That extra bedroom off your apartment," she said. "Now parallel to that is working the floor in one of the other businesses. We know you like cigar men, and you we are planning to put you in the cigar bar, once you have your confidence and assuming you stay of course.
"When is the interview?"
"It isn't really an interview; Jerry wants to be the first to fuck you. He vets all the girls in his penthouse and calls it an interview."
I am sorry Mr. Hutchins, Joseph fucked me first, but that will be our secret, I said to myself.
"You haven't been here a full week. For someone such as yourself coming here needing full transformation and training, at minimum it is at least six weeks or more to get you to where you are ready," she said.
"Well, I already blew him and swallowed in his office on my first day, doesn't that count?"
"I can ask him if he would like to see you this Friday and we can get some more training done this week."
"Ok, but can you please tell him I want him to interview me sooner rather than later. I need a break from the booth tonight. Can I work them on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday? But this Friday I want to be fucked by the boss," I said.
"Yes ma'am," she said with a smirk.
With that I got up and went to the salon. Stumbling slightly in the heels, reminding myself that I had a long way to go. Carla followed me in.
"Let's get you on the machine some more and then we will work on heels. We also need to work on your voice and mannerisms. You need to sound a bit more femme. I have two videos for you to watch while you are on the machine."
I was put on the machine in the doggy position, and she put on a large dildo. She applied lube, lined up the dildo and started the machine. Oh my god I thought, no man has a cock this big. The machine did its job and shut off after a half hour. My pussy was sore and gaping. Carla came in and undid the restraints.
"Did you watch the videos."
"I did. I have to practice and be mindful of the mannerisms."
"It doesn't happen overnight. It takes a lot of practice, more than the two months you agreed to stay," she said.
"Have you mastered the four-inch heels? Walk around the salon. Go walk the stairwell at the end of the hall. Place your foot at an angle going up and coming down and whatever you do, do not fall, and hurt yourself," she quipped.
I walked around the salon and attempted the steps. I was unsteady on the steps, needing to hold the handrail.
After practicing walking in heels, which I was getting better at, and being on the machine a second time, I complained to Carla my pussy was sore and I needed a break. I left the salon and went back to my apartment to work on mannerisms in private. The way I stand, the way I move my arms, and my hips all needed to change. I must remember to cross my legs when I sit down.
The rest of the week went well. I was in the salon every morning for my training and makeup. The afternoons I spent alone practicing mannerisms and using plugs and dildos on myself. One morning Cassie, also known as Ms. Drama Queen in my mind, was back in the salon getting her hair and nails done. This time she acknowledged me with a short and muffled laugh while talking to the stylist. I couldn't hear what she said but they both looked over at me and she laughed. I know I was the brunt of their joke.
I was getting a handle on what I was doing; however, I still was not certain at times. Thoughts of leaving kept coming back into my head and I talked myself down from the anxiety a few times, telling myself to keep at it. I worked at the booths for three evenings which were all run of the mill blowjobs, which I thoroughly enjoyed performing. The atmosphere of having to look down at the floor to avoid being blinded by lights, not being able to clearly see the man I was servicing and then the act of sucking all those cocks excited me to the point my little cock was dripping each night.
Wednesday evening was the only interesting evening in the booths. Four forty-five arrived that evening, and I gathered my things for Happy Hour. A pack of cigarettes, water, and lipstick. Upon arriving, Room A was green. Another early one I thought. I may as well start, I said and into the room I went.
"Good you are here early," I heard a man say.
"I am Sir," I replied as I kneel. He was standing cock in hand, and it was nearly hard, seven inches and thick.
"Do you think you can take it all baby?"
"I will try." I said, knowing very well I couldn't. I wasn't there yet.
I started out slow, licking and tonguing his head, and then I worked my way down to about six inches. I pulled off, took in some air, held my breath, and went back down on him. I got to six and half inches. I repeated this a few times, but I couldn't get it all in. I continued to work his cock when he said, "Why don't you sit on daddy's cock baby?"' as he sat down and slid the chair forward.
Was I allowed to do that I thought. I thought this was blowjobs only. I hesitated and then he demanded I sit on his cock. I pulled the panties aside, pulled the plug out, took some of the saliva from my chin and lips rubbed it on my pussy, turned around and slowly lowered myself down on his hard throbbing cock. He pushed up and forced his cock into me, but I was still loose from the plug, and he slipped in. He felt great inside me, I love getting fucked as much as sucking cock. He was big and was hitting that itch I need scratched. I bounced up and down on him and it wasn't long until I heard him start to moan.
"I am going to cum in your pussy," he said as he held me down by my shoulders preventing me from getting up. He grunted loudly and thrust his hips as his body convulsed. "Fuck yeah that was good," he said. "Clean my cock up you little whore."
I stood up turned around and cleaned his cock up, leaving him limp and clean. He zipped up his pants and tucked in his shirt.
"You're a good cock sucker and fuck. I will be back soon," he said as he threw some cash on the floor.
I just went from my pussy to mouth I thought. My little cock felt wet, and I touched the cage to find precum dripping from the opening. I thought my God, I am turning into the slut I always dreamed of being. After another two blowjobs, I went back to my apartment, ate dinner, and then settled into bed with a nice dildo. I was determined to cum. I lubed up my pussy and the silicone dildo, inserting it fully. Not much resistance I thought, but this wasn't that a big of a dildo. I gyrated and worked my pussy up and down trying to find that spot that so desperately needed to be scratched hard and long. I thought I was going to cum at one point, but it subsided. I went to bed frustrated and hornier than when I started the evening.