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.
Chapter 18 Meeting the Other Gurls
The day arrived and I was dreading it. Carla messaged the day before and said all the gurls are meeting in the sports bar at eleven o'clock in the morning. I had been working here for three weeks already and she was reluctant to invite me, but Mr. Hutchins insisted. I put my makeup on as best I could, in an effort to look as femme as possible. I had knots and butterflies in my stomach. I already knew I wouldn't feel comfortable meeting the others. I know they are going to be more femme than myself and I am going to feel more out of place than I do. Beyond that, Cassie will be there.
I slipped on my thigh highs and attached the garter belt to them, followed by thong panties over the top of the garter. That is how I was told to wear them and when I dressed years ago, I always put the panties over the top of the garter belt. A gurl has to be prepared for easy access to her assets. The time arrived for me to make my way down to the sports bar. I put my heels on and went to the elevator. I was walking a little better in the heels, getting practice by wearing them every day, but I was still learning.
I stopped at the sports bar door and took a deep breath. "You can do this," I said to myself.
I walked in and saw Carla and three other people seated in the corner. I slowly made my way there.
"Rachelle! Join us," I heard Carla say. "Everyone this is Rachelle. Rachelle this is Tanya, Chrissy, and Michelle."
"Hello everyone," I said in a faint voice. They all replied kindly. Tanya was an incredibly attractive Black girl. Chrissy was blonde with nice cleavage and Michelle was a red head. Of all of them, Michelle looked the least feminine, but she was still much better than I was.
"Sit next to me Rachelle," Tanya said, motioning to join her by pulling the chair out next to her.
"Thank you," I said softly. As I sat down, Tanya put her hand on my leg, giving a little squeeze as if to encourage me to get comfortable and be part of the group. I looked at her hand on my leg and then smiled at her.
Carla started the meeting by stating we were all here and gave a warm welcome to me. She went on to say that Cassie is temporarily working in the city and will be there for the next three months.
"Or maybe longer if we are lucky," she said with a laugh.
Cassie was one of the reasons I dreaded coming here. She was the girl in the salon who was making a joke about me with the beautician. There was no chance she and I would ever be friends, but could I say that about any of the girls seated at the table with me? I wondered how they truly saw me. I know I am not as pretty or as femme as they are. They all have breast implants and full lips, and I am sitting here wearing fake breasts. I wondered if they were all locked up in chastity, but I wasn't about to ask that question. Carla went on to indicate a new girl is starting next week and her name is Toni. She needs a little training but is fairly well along in her transition. She will have time opposite of the times I am working them so there is no overlap.
"Rachelle, why don't you plan to work the booths Sunday afternoon during football season? You did very well there the last two weekends."
"Thank you, Carla, I offered to work those since I didn't have any privates," I replied.
"I will put you down from two thirty to six on Sundays. When Toni starts, she will have Saturdays."
"Ok, back to Cassie. I don't want to talk about her behind her back, but I am not certain how you girls feel, and Rachelle, I know how she treated you in the salon, so I know how you feel about her. I would like to move her out of here, she isn't a good fit, and her attitude is poor. Does everyone agree?"
Michelle looked at Carla and shook her head yes. Chrissy didn't say anything and then Tanya spoke.
"Cassie was much different when she started here. She was approachable and open. Now she walks around with a chip on her shoulder and scoffs at everyone."
"I know she gave Estelle a hard time in the salon one day," I chimed in, speaking very softly, "and Estelle is so nice." After I said that I felt bad. Who am I to criticize? Look at me sitting here with these girls, I am a man underneath all of this or at least I think I am. But Cassie is a bitch, and I don't care for her so what do I have to lose I thought to myself.
Tanya continued, "I just don't see anything good coming from here being here, but I don't want to be the one that says something to get her removed. I am going back to the city for the Holidays and if she is there, that will kill the vibe we have going up there."
Carla took note of that and wrote something down on paper. "So, are there any complaints from anyone? Anything that we can do better?" Carla asked.
Michelle said she could use some new clients, the ones she has are getting boring, saying it is the same cock week after week. Same cock week over week I thought to myself. We get paid to suck or get fucked. Carla didn't answer but she wrote something down.
"Chrissy, anything on your mind?"
"Not really," she replied.
Carla went over procedures that need to be a little better at being followed, like scheduling time off. She encouraged us to take time off saying we can't be all work and no play. I saw this job right now as play.
"Ok then, that wraps up this meeting. Thank you everyone for coming."
I looked at my phone. It was eleven forty-five. I may as well get to the booths; I can catch some early birds. I hadn't realized that Tanya's hand was still on my leg. She seemed very friendly. She whispered in my ear, "You have this, don't let anyone tell you that you can't do this."
I smiled at her and thanked her. She squeezed my leg again and then removed her hand.
I exited the bar and took the elevator down to the first floor. I went into the hallway behind the booths to find one light green already. I took a drink of water, checked my lipstick and into the booth I went.
"Oh, you are early today," I heard a familiar voice say.
"Yes sir," I replied getting down on my knees and getting to work. I immediately took the man's cock in my hand and rubbed the head, licking it softly and then swallowing his semi flaccid cock down to the balls, hearing a moan of approval and feeling a hand on the back of my head holding me there. His cock was growing, and it filled my mouth. He bucked his hips a little just gagging me but not letting me take my head off his cock, holding me in place. After a minute or two he released his hand from my head, and I sat back on my heels. His cock was fully hard now and covered in saliva.
"Come on sissy, get back on it, you aren't getting paid to look at my dick," he said.
"Yes Sir," I said as I took him back in my mouth bobbing up and down on him, sucking and stroking his hard cock. At least I could get men hard I thought to myself. I can't be all that bad. I was enjoying this man's cock and I was certain I recognized the voice from last week. Before I knew it, I was swallowing a large load of cum as the man moaned loudly putting his hand on my head making sure I swallowed it all.
"I am not going to tip you. I felt some teeth, you need to get better at sucking cock sissy. I will see you next week, hopefully no teeth then," he said as he got up and left.
Teeth? What the fuck? I went back to the hallway. Room B was green. I took a drink of water and went into the booth thinking about the teeth comment. The lights seemed brighter in this booth or maybe it was my annoyance with the last man. I kneel down and the chair slides forward presenting a meaty uncut cock.
"Hello Rachelle, I am looking forward to this," the man said.
This man's voice also sounded familiar, and I immediately realized it was Barry who had a monster load the last time I saw him. He said he would see me again and here he was.
I didn't reply, I took his cock and started to suck it. He became semi hard and then hard.
"I took the little blue pill this morning baby and I have a three-week load saved for you. I haven't cum since the last time you sucked my cock," he said.
I moaned with his cock in my mouth. It was a shock the last time when he sprayed cum all over me. I didn't want to be a mess this time so I planned to swallow it or swallow as much as I could. I worked his cock for fifteen minutes or so, taking a few breaks and stroking him. He was very appreciative of the attention I was giving his swollen member. I could tell he was getting close, as his precum was getting heavy. I started to suck him in earnest, being mindful of my teeth. He started to moan more than before and told me to keep going, don't stop. He erupted a gigantic load into my mouth. I couldn't swallow it all, it was tremendous and salty. He pulled out and jerked off on my face again with strings of cum hitting me in the eyes and across my nose as what I didn't swallow ran out of my mouth. My god he is amazing I thought to myself.
"Oh baby, you are wonderful. I give you credit for trying to swallow, but I like to cum on your face and make a mess," he said.
His cum was dripping from my face as he took a finger, wiped it off, and told me to open my mouth as he placed his finger inside.
"Suck it clean" he said. He repeated that five or six times, I swallowed each time. "Very good, you are learning. One of these days I may get up the nerve to request a private with you and fill your pussy with my sperm. You would like that wouldn't you?"
I didn't answer him other than to nod my head yes.
"Good gurl. Here is a little something for you and I will see you in a few weeks," he said as he handed me fifty dollars, stood up, zipped up his pants and left.
I stayed there; my face feeling sticky with the residual cum. I looked at the blouse I was wearing, and it was stained and wet. I must be a mess, I thought as I went back to the hallway. I cleaned up as best I could and put on new lipstick. The rest of the afternoon was rather quiet, only three men, all of which provided me with a nice load, and each commented how I smelled like a cum dumpster. I went back to my apartment to shower, thinking about Barry and his massive loads. I would love for him to fill my pussy with what would have to be the largest cream pie.