I would never in a million years have imagined myself taking a job like this. I was brought up in a nice family, went to a nice school, and was going to a nice university when I was recruited. My father had lost his job, and the financial help had stopped; I was desperate to stay in school, but I couldn't pay for it anymore. That was when the recruiter stepped in. She saw me coming out of the financial aid office at my university, my eyes still wet, and she offered to buy me a coffee. She introduced herself as Jane, and said she had had the same problems a couple of years back; then she offered me a solution.
I showed up at the appointed time to a huge mansion just outside of downtown. I entered by a side door, after a machine outside read my thumbprint. Jane met me inside and offered a tour- she showed me huge banquet rooms, a large spa, formal dining rooms and offices, a games room, and then she took me through a network of dimly lit tunnels to the strangest place I had ever seen in my life. It was an oddly shaped room with many alcoves, and a central large bathtub and rack of fluffy towels. There were a few women milling around it, nude, chatting casually amongst themselves. I didn't notice the others at first; they blended in to the room like furniture.
Suddenly, a light flashed, and one of the girls followed it back to an alcove. Jane whispered conspiratorially, "She always jumps the cue, she loves it here."
I watched as the girl stood patiently by, waiting. After a few minutes the two women switched places, and the one who had been in the alcove came and slipped into the tub. I looked at Jane inquisitively as another light flashed. She grabbed my hand and led me to it. A girl was positioned, nude, bent forward over a padded bench, and was pressing her bare pussy towards a hole in the wall. She was straining with effort, her hands gripping handles on the front of the bench, as if she was being pushed hard from the other side. Suddenly she sighed, disentangled herself and walked away, without so much as looking at us.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing; Jane had slipped herself into the space that the other girl had occupied, and was pressing her bare pussy back towards the open hole.
"Sometimes you'll be here for ages, waiting- I usually bring a book to read on slow nights. But then sometimes-"
She stopped talking and tensed; somebody had entered her, roughly. She pushed a small red button on the side of the bench she was on, and used the handles to push herself back towards the cock that was now pounding into her with abandon. Her whole body shook with the impact, and she was concentrating hard on keeping herself in place. I could hear faint slapping sounds with each impact, and a small masculine grunt. The thrusts grew erratic and then stopped- Jane held herself still as the man behind her groaned loudly. A few softer thrusts later she was finished, and a new girl had appeared to take her place. She climbed out as soon as the curtain closed and the new girl slid in immediately.
I followed Jane as she made her way to the tub in the middle of the room and casually washed the man's cum out. I couldn't believe that people actually did this for a living!
"It's a bit strange at first, just being a hole for men to get off in," She said. "But two nights a week here is putting me through school, and it's perfectly safe- everybody is checked for STI's on the way in. They don't even notice it happening, the thumbprint machine just makes a tiny scratch- a wonder of modern technology."
I was equally repulsed and intrigued; the feminist in me thought that it was disgusting the way these girls were treated like meat, but my pussy was sopping wet after the display of submission. And they were clearly being compensated well, I reasoned.
"Is your pussy waxed, or furry?" Jane asked, breaking my line of thought.
