Placed in a not-so-known part of my local town lies a small yet tidy-kept building, which every customer calls, "The Release". It was a friday evening when I returned to the building by driving my way through the back roads. I parked up aside the building and stepped out of my car happily, with wry smile, and an upbeat swing in my step. I came to a teal-colored steel door and to the right of the door was a complex hand reader. After pressing the palm of my hand against the hand reader a few red flashes appeared from it with low hums from the reader. After a few moments the machine lit up green and beeped as the latch of the door opened and the door slowly swung outward for me to enter. Inside was an immaculate pearl polished locker room with my name above it.
I searched my pockets for my badge and waved it through another reader to enter my changing room. The door unlocked and I proceeded in. I began changing clothes to appease and please the customers I had waiting for me to arrive. I began putting on a pair of suspender tights with holes at both the crotch area and at the back. Then I proceeded by putting on a frilly black bra and my prettiest long brown haired wig which went down passed my shoulders with curls at the end.
I stood up and steadily walked through a separate door in my room. Through the door was the inside of my vending machine that I used every morning and evening to make a living. The inside of the machine was pitch-black upon entering with soft red lights on the corners with just enough light to allow me to get comfortable on what can only be described as a small mechanical red leather chair. In front of the machine was a transparent glass panel that would open upon a customer paying for a service. Behind that glass was a thick red curtain preventing customers looking in until I was ready. After getting comfortable I swiped my badge near the back of the machine activating it, which would put me in the desired service positions. There were a couple of mechanical hands to assist in moving me to the desired positions but most of the movement was done through the mechanical chair. The machine started by turning me to so that my ass was facing the glass and the pair of bionic hands placed my head onto a head-rest while my bare ass slowly made its way to the front of the machine thus opening the curtains.
In a flash I was totally exposed to a room of customers and was greeted by a 6-foot tall, toned, middle-aged man with his cock in hand. His face lit up as he looked me up and down and reading the prices on the side of the machine.
"Fuck yeah," the man moaned quietly as he nodded in satisfaction and began putting the money into the machine. Having done this so often I was used to the services I had to carry out. It always got me slightly nervous but mostly excited about what my next customer would want from me.
I could hear him moving around a lot before he chose a service and glancing over my shoulder for just a moment revealed he was too busy getting a closer look at my ass to make up his mind just yet. After a few moments of him kneeling the customer got up slowly with a heavy and heated sigh and pulled on the selection cord attached to the outside of the vending machine activating a neon pink-lit sign that said, "Blowjob," illuminating the machine.
I smiled mischievously as the mechanism around me started to move back and turn me around. I was now facing toward the glass, where my ass was. The floor opened up and a single red velvet pillow was placed near the now uncovered glory hole. I placed my head on the pillow and the bionic arms moved to hold me in position. The customer started to bite his lip getting horny as he started to insert his throbbing cock into the opening.
