Chapter 15 -- A NEW CAREER PATH
(NOTE TO READER: One of my followers suggested that I might start my chapters with a comment about my story. As many have surmised, this is not a story of fiction. My writing reflects real events in my life. As described to one reader, "
As written, the timeline is probably 90% accurate; the dialogues are probably 85% accurate. But the overall story line is 100% accurate. From beginning to end, my story carried on for almost 6 years. The earlier days are actually the most vivid and those are the experiences that I share in my writing." I cannot change who I was. I truly enjoyed the majority of my experiences. The major casualty of my chosen life was the damage that happened between my family and me. My family would eventually discover my activities and banished me from the family. Chinese shame is not something to be challenged. Unfortunately, I have been fully estranged from my family for over ten years.)
I was up early. I felt that I slept well and had a very vivid dream. I woke to find myself rubbing my pussy. My pussy was dripping wet which made me wonder if I might have experienced an orgasm during my sleep; it would not have been the first time. The memory of the dream didn't evade me like dreams sometimes do. Instead, the dream haunted me throughout the morning.
My parents were getting ready for work and my mom was eager to ask how my first night had been. I assured her it was great and exceeded my expectations.
She asked if I made some good cash. I just told her the cash was excellent.
She asked if the job was tiring. I assured her the pace was so fast, I never had a chance to get tired.
Then she asked if I was going to keep working at the bank.
I hadn't given it much thought, but when she asked I actually wondered if I needed to keep the bank job. But I quickly recalled Mae telling me that she needed a legitimate job to help explain her income and create credit. I told my mom I would stay at the bank and I wasn't certain how long I would do the night job. She seemed to think that would be a good idea, especially once school started again.
I reminded her that I would be working at the restaurant that night after working at the bank during the day. I also told her that I planned to work every night the rest of the week. She reminded me not to burn the candle from both ends and it made me think about when Dipper was fucking me while I sucked his passenger. It was nearly the same image that played over and over during my dream. I was fairly certain that is not what she meant.
I went to the bathroom for my morning ritual of clearing my bowels and to shower. I had never rinsed myself after the dates of the previous night. The car dates were unaware of my cum-filled pussy because they were quickies and we used condoms. As I cleaned myself, not too much drained from me. Whatever cum there had been had either been absorbed by my body or was swimming upriver hoping to spawn.
As I showered, I thought about the prospects of the day. I hoped I might be able to squeeze in an appointment or two before going to the bank at 11:00, but more importantly I knew I was going to get fucked by Terry. I wondered how it would come about, but I had no doubt it was going to happen and presumed it would happen nearly as soon as I got to work. I instantly felt my pussy getting wet.
I went outside to feed Lucy and give Pete his morning show. I purposely scheduled the shows at 7:00 AM, and Pete was always there for his front row view. Like the day before, mutual waves, hello and goodbye. But this show was different. He had a camera; I mean a major camera with a long lens. He was obviously snapping pictures, but it didn't bother me.
After the show, I went upstairs to my room to get dressed. I chose to leave the house in the blue dress that Terry requested; this was mostly to keep it from getting wrinkled by folding it if I put it in my backpack. I decided to add more to my wardrobe than was already hanging in my closet back at the motel. It wasn't so much that I had a lot of 'hooker clothes' to choose from, but I figured with a little improvisation, anything could be made to look slutty.
Then I considered what to wear for the ride home after work. Presuming that the day with Terry was to turn out as planned, I thought wearing something similar to the first day that we met would have been ideal. I looked through my running shorts and chose the whitest pair made of the thinnest fabric. I also knew that the shorts were my shortest and if I pulled them up enough they would reveal my camel hoof and my cheeks. Not that I would have worn them that way when I walked Lucy, but I knew they could be revealing if I wanted them to be. I also chose my thinnest spaghetti-strapped tank.
I left most of my money at home, but put $2,500 in my backpack. I wanted to start depositing some of my money into my bank account. Lastly, I threw in some tennis shoes. Given the opportunity, I would change at the bank before we left after work. And, of course, I reloaded on condoms and KY; I could never have too much of either. I had not gone through as many as I should have, but I figured if I had more with me I would stop giving in to temptation and start using them.
I spent a lot more time than usual doing my makeup. I patched up the hickey on my neck. Fortunately, the dress did not have open shoulders, so the battle wound on my shoulder would remain hidden. I wanted to look perfect, not perfectly slutty.
I did my hair and added just enough hairspray that it would stay awhile. I then returned to my room and put on my dress. The dress had built-in bust support, which is why it looked like I wasn't wearing a bra. I thought about what Terry had written as he specifically described the dress; especially the braless appearance it made. Obviously, he had admired me in it before. I had to wonder how many times he might have undressed me with his eyes. I should have noticed it. I wished I had.
The dressed unzipped from the back all the way down to my ass, and I stepped into it, pulling it up and into position. I reached back and zipped it behind me and clasped it at the top. I adjusted my boobs so they looked right in the dress and stared at myself in the mirror.
It made me realize, I should have tried going braless in it before, but my goals and intentions were now different than they had been before. My previous goal was to look professional, but now my profession had changed. Although faint, the hickey on my neck was still slightly visible, so I covered it with another layer of foundation.
Around 7:15, I called for a cab.
My cab arrived only 15 minutes after I had called. He was a different driver than the day before. I grabbed my things and walked out the door to start what was certain to be another unforgettable day. I barely sat in the cab and my phone rang. I must have received 30 calls the day before, and I never had an opportunity to call anyone back. So this early caller correctly guessed calling early might be the best way to reach me.
I answered the call and the conversation started the same as they all did. I let him know that I actually had a real job that would make me unavailable through most of the day. I told him I would be available at 9:00 AM, otherwise maybe that night. He didn't commit.
As we neared the motel, my phone rang again. Another interested client. I deferred him saying I would have to call him back.
I was inside my room well before 8:00 AM. My dream continued to replay in my mind and I wanted to make the dream a reality. I made a decision.
I picked up the piece of paper given to me the night before. I shakenly entered the number into my phone and pushed send. After a few rings, a voice answered, "Hello?"
"Good morning Dipper. This is Vanessa. I know it's early but I needed to call you before I go to my real job."
"Well, good morning. How is my sweet Asian pastry this morning. Still craving cock?"
"Yes."
"Black cock?"
"Yes."
"My cock?
"Yes, and your friends."
"Right now?"
"I wish it were right now, but I can't. I had a dream last night. I couldn't get you all out of my head."
"What kind of dream?"
"I think you know?"
"So what do you want?"
I went quiet.
He said, "Come on, you called me."
"I've wanted to try something, but have never done it. Last night was as close as I ever came. I've never known guys that I felt comfortable asking. But, after last night, I think you would. I want my pussy and ass to be fucked at the same time. Would you guys do that? Is that too weird for you? Somehow, I think you guys would do it."
He laughed and said, "And a cock in the mouth?"
"Yes!"
"Yeah, we could do that. Maybe even one or two others too, huh? Maybe a girl; an Asian girl?"
"Really? I thought you didn't have any Asian girls."
"Yes, really. I don't have an Asian girl of my own. I want you to be my Asian girl. Will you be one of my girls?"
"I don't know. Maybe. I don't know if that is what I want."
He said, "No problem. I want you, but I want you to want it. As for Rikki (the girl), she sometimes does stuff for me. She's kind of special. I think she would like you. She likes girls, but doesn't have that much opportunity. She is mostly a San Francisco hooker, but I think she would be interested. But, since you're the one who is asking for this, you'll need to pay us. It's just the way it works. You're the one looking for studs to fuck you. Would you like her to join us?"
I answered by asking, "How much?"
"How about $500? Most of that will go to Rikki. But everything has to be covered (condoms). Last night was fun, but dangerous. The other two guys won't go bare with Rikki in the mix."
"Yes! It would be worth it!"
"Where do you want this to happen?"
"At the Motel 6 on first street. Room 233. That's my room through the weekend"
"Wait, are you there right now?"
I said, "Yes."
He said, "Let me call you right back." The phone went silent.
I patiently waited for the phone to ring. But, it didn't.
Fifteen minutes later, still no call back, but there was knock on my door. I thought it might be housekeeping, but as per my request to the office my room was already made. I opened the door and it was Dipper. He said, "I thought it might be better to continue our conversation face-to-face."
The smile on my face was so wide my face hurt. I invited him into my room.
He looked me over, and said, "Nice dress, but I liked what you were wearing last night more."
I said, "I work at a bank and this is what I wear at the bank."
He said, "Nice, but it could be nicer."
He came right up to me and wrapped his arms around me. I made no effort to stop him. He lowered his hands to my ass and started squeezing my cheeks.
He said, "Do you usually not wear underwear with your bank clothes?"
I smiled, "Starting today I don't."
I reached down and lifted my dress above my waist, his hands were now on my bare ass. He reached around and brought his hand to my pussy and slid a finger inside me. I pulled away.
I said, "Maybe you'd like me to change into what I wore last night?"
"Yes, but not that sexy little outfit. I'm talking about when you stripped down for us. I want to see your tight little body here in the light. You looked smoking hot in the dark last night, but I bet you're off the chart in daylight."
He was wearing the same sweats as he wore the night before. As he talked, he slipped off his shoes and proceeded to undress. He continued, "No reason for us to mess up that pretty little dress, right? Unless you don't care."
I reached back to unclasp the back of my dress. I unzipped the back and stepped out of the dress. I laid it out flat on the spare bed. As I did, I asked "Does this look better?"
He said, "Mmmm, you look delicious." And he peeled off his top. We both stood there naked. I stared a his cock. He wasn't hard, but his cock was still huge. He said, "Now let me taste that pussy."
We both climbed onto the bed to lay on it. I stared at his cock in the light. His cock was becoming noticeably firmer and I have to say, it looked delicious. He lay on his back with his feet at the foot of the bed.
We both wanted the same thing from each other. So I climbed on top of him to 69. And we immediately started to feast upon each other. I brought the head of his cock inside my mouth and proceeded to suck and stroke him while he grabbed my hips and drove his tongue inside me. But his cock was so massive, I stroked more than sucked. I had no idea how many women he had been with, but considering my own actions of the of the previous few days, I was in no position to judge or care.
As he ate my pussy he moaned the satisfaction of tasting my honey hole. But as his cock hardened it caused me to stretch my mouth wider and wider. At the start of it I was able to nearly take almost 4 inches of his length, but it became unmanageable despite my best efforts. It didn't really matter, it was just foreplay.
I finally gave up on sucking his cock and grasped it with my hand; kissing and licking his cock up and down as he continued to dine between my legs.
He finally stopped and he asked, "Do you have a condom my size?"
I climbed off him and turned my body to lay parallel next to him. We were both on our backs. Our heads were turned to face each other. His mouth was covered with stickiness and I presumed my mouth was covered in drool. I said, "Yes, I'm certain I do. But can you fuck me without one? Just for a few minutes. I just want to feel you inside me. I like how you feel. I want to watch your cock going inside me."
