Convenience Ch 04

The first few customers, at least after the punk girl, were painfully average. At least Melanie could only assume as much, given the fact that she struggled to remember anything about them, apart from wandering eyes that reminded her how pretty she was. It was strange to think that it had only been a couple of days, and she was already growing bored of the routine.

Almost without thinking, her hand would wander between her legs in between customers, and she would rub her clit to near completion before being cut off by the arrival of someone new, leaving it sore and sensitive, and needing more, as she lost some of what she had managed to build to. Her pussy drooled on the stool she sat on, the skirt doing little to cover her arse while sitting down, and even less to stop her from leaving clear evidence of how horny she was.

At the same time, the zipper, straining against her ample breasts, slipped lower and lower as the day went on, showing more and more cleavage. Of course, she hadn't bothered with any undergarments. The things were far too inconvenient. And she

deserved

to have everything be convenient.

Besides, her customers seemed to like the view! The lower the zipper slipped, and the more feminine and flirty she acted, the more they bought. That was what she wanted, right? That was what she was supposed to do. She was

supposed

to take care of the Shop.

The flood of trembling arousal that rocked through her was answer enough. Of course she wanted the customers to take whatever they wanted! That was how this place worked. It wouldn't be very convenient otherwise.

Her mind continued to wander. Occasionally someone else would grab a job application. There were quite a few circulating, now! She couldn't wait to do the interviews. Mental images of a line of women, including herself, available for the customers' convenience gave her pleasant spinning feeling in her head. Then she could hire a few nice, strong men to take care of the boring bits, and make sure everyone was up to standard, and...

She shook her head, a strange dizziness washing over her mind as she suddenly realised what it was she was imagining, "Wait...n-no, I...I can't actually be considering that. Christ, wot's gotten into me...?" She ran a hand through bleached hair, her senses filling with the smell of sex and incense, "Maybe...I need some fresh air..."

Melanie stood, a little unsteady. As she got closer to the door, she froze, feeling suddenly far too warm. The stronger-than-usual fantasies assaulted her mind in what she could only call a full-sensory hallucination. She was bent over the front counter, wrists chained to a hook in the floor, legs forced wide, for easy access to anyone who wanted it.

Snapping back to reality with more effort than she could possibly sustain, she was aware of her wetness dripping down to the floor, her knees shaking, legs barely supporting her weight. She was still so hot. She couldn't stand it, it felt as if she was being cooked alive.

When she fully unzipped her shirt, her resolve snapped, the act of willingly stripping rewarded with a flood of pleasure that sent her to her quaking knees with an audible moan.

Mixed with the pleasure, however, was a spike of fear. Something else had to be doing this. There was no way she could do this to herself. But something in her head told her that none of that mattered. Something told her that all those scary thoughts would leave, if she would just...give.....in......

The pleasure came in unsteady waves, not giving her the full climax that she'd been crav--...no,

no

, that she had been

forced

to crave, but also not giving her a chance to think without another impossible spike of stimulation attempting to wash away the last, clinging fragments of her willpower.

Her vision wavered slightly, as she tried to focus around her. Tried to think of anything else. Her heart raced in both pleasure and fear. Pale breasts, fully exposed, and prettily framed by her too-small, zip-up top, heaved with each breath.

Her reflection caught her eye, in one of the displays. A flushed, horny, mess looked back at her. God. She had never looked this desirable in her life, had she? Sure, people had flirted with her, and she was no virgin, but. Something about all of this...

fuck

, why was it so hard to finish a single thought?

She was just sitting here, leaving a damp spot on the carpet from the wetness drooling from her swollen cunt, tits out for all to see, just a couple paces from a door which would hide nothing even if it were closed. It was a wonder she hadn't been arrested, or...or.... But it was

wonderfully

convenient, wasn't it?

Her eyes fluttered closed as another huge spike of pleasure shot straight into her brain, causing her to moan again, with no regard for the neighbours, even as desperate tears began to run down her cheeks, cool against her hot skin.

"Please, please...fuck...jus' let me...let me....

fuck

!"

She hadn't fully intended to end the sentence that way. Whether she meant to beg to be allowed to think, or to be allowed to cum was as much as mystery to her as to whatever was doing this. But she had said what she had said, and words had more power than people often gave them credit for.

Back to back chimes of more than one customer coming in past the door sensor sounded. Melanie's eyes half opened in a near-mindless haze.

Two men, and a young woman stood just inside the doorway. The door which had previously been propped open somehow managed to swing shut, despite none of them doing so.

One of the young men, a blond young man, no older than 20, with a smattering of freckles across his nose, moved closer, "Shit--are you okay? Did someone--?"

A small part of the shopkeeper tried everything to hold herself back, but the thin leash of self control snapped as soon as a hand touched her skin, however chastely.

Delicate hands found his belt, tugging at it impatiently and clumsily. It was such an inconvenient thing. All things should be convenient....

The other man slowly grinned at his friend's sudden situation, "Wow. What a fucking slut," he commented, leaving the girl's side and pushing Melanie's hair back as she finally got the belt undone and began to work on the button and zipper, "Were you sitting here hoping someone would find you like this?"

"Mm...god yes..." The answer sounded far away and dreamlike. Her hand found the blond man's cock, wrapping around it and working the shaft, as her other hand moved to the other's semi, already out for her. She gave the more convenient of the two a rewarding lick as she worked both.

The girl stared, eyes wide, "Wh-what the fuck?" She gave a nervous, hyperfeminine giggle, that seemed to startle her, "I...god..." She brushed ginger hair from her face, unzipping her hoodie to relieve some of the heat she was feeling, "A-are you guys really gonna...? Dude we're in p-

public!

"

Melanie licked one of the men from base to tip, both of them plenty hard now, and seeming to have given in to the...atmosphere, before looking at the ginger girl, unfocused, and grinning as the blond man grabbed her by her hair, pulling her toward the counter without resistance, and leaving his friend to follow.

"Don' worry love," she was speaking without any control over her own voice, as she was bent over the counter roughly, exposing her clear lack of undergarments, "Jus' stay 'ere, where i's nice an' safe, an' you can be jus' like mmmmeeeEEE!!" Her words turned to a gasping moan as the blond's thick, heavy cock slammed into her needy cunt without warning.

She gripped the counter hard as her pussy was used, only allowed to straighten up long enough for the other man to climb onto the counter and take hold of her hair, slapping her face with his dick a couple times, before her lips found their way around it.

"Gooood little whore," he groaned out, unaware of the reaction it was sparking in his female friend as he and the blond spitroasted Melanie between them.

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Ema couldn't explain the uncontrollable arousal that came over her as she watched her two best friends screwing a total stranger.

She had always preferred the company of guys, and had very few female friends. The ones she did have were usually the guys' girlfriends, who lasted at the absolute max, a year, and then there she was, taking them out for wings and a drink, and talking with them about what a dumb bitch that last girl was for....whatever.

She'd been friends with these guys, and the larger friend group they were a part of, for years. So of course, seeing Cody and Logan fucking the shopkeeper with such abandon, after ignoring her for so long made her feel jealou--horny. Unbelievably, uncontrollably horny.

The word she had meant refused to form in her head, replaced with all the fantasies she'd had of being casually used to relieve all of her friends' carnal needs, so they never, ever had to get their hearts broken again. A good friend with an open mouth, and open legs could take care of allllll their needs. Or at least that was what she'd always dreamt of.

But she had never acted on it. Anxiety and inexperience had stopped her from doing what she needed to overcome those very problems.

Could staying here really turn her into a real slut? She had been here for a job interview....

The older woman slurped on Logan's cock, her friend forcing her head up and down with an iron grip to her white-bleached hair. Cody gripped the wide, skirted hips almost bruisingly, looking close. Ema imagined it was her. She pressed her legs together, feeling the wetness drooling from her virgin pussy.

She...she could at least do the interview, when the woman's mouth wasn't occupied. Maybe...this would help her get the job?

Ema did need the job...she was about to be kicked out. And her friends were great, but they couldn't afford to keep her....

Would she need to fuck strangers? Would that make her a whore? Something about the dirty name made her breath hitch. How she wanted to be used, to be needed, to be...to be Convenient....

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Melanie's mind was obliterated more and more with each thrust, the thick, salty load filling her mouth faster than she could swallow, sending dribbles of cum dripping down her chin as her own climax hit her harder than she could describe, making her clench around the blond's cock wildly, and drawing out his own orgasm.

As if in an echo chamber, the second customer's completion caused a second, stronger surge of pleasure to push her to even higher limits, making her black out for a few seconds as cum surged into her hungry cunt, before the two boys released her, leaving her to collapse against the side of the counter limply as she waited for a thought, any thought, to interrupt the pure bliss she felt as her brain practically leaked out from between her legs.

There was talking, people whispering to each other, but she couldn't make out the words.

The only voice she could make out was the one in her head that called her a good little slut for giving in. It made her feel warm, and inexplicably happy.

She was finally broken out of her daze by the blushing ginger girl, staring up at her, with not having bothered to make herself decent, "Mmng?"

"S-sorry. Um..." The girl looked away, "I-I was s-s-s'posed to have an um...an interview?"

Without trying, the information on the girl's application came to mind, as well as a series of observations she would normally have had no hope to make.

The decision was made with no thought on her part, the words leaving her lips before she knew what she was saying, "No need, you're 'ired. An' as for your...special circumstances....you can move in tonight."