Kathleen went over the list of things she had to get done with an eye to those items where there was a possibility of being able to expose herself to Billy. She had no idea why she got such a rush from letting the boy see her, she just knew that it turned her on and she loved that turned on feeling.
The item she was giving the most consideration to was the wall between the upstairs bathroom and the kid's bedroom. The kids at one time had done a number on the wall with crayons and finger paint. She had scrubbed and scrubbed the wall, but had never gotten it totally clean so it was going to have to be painted. Her bedroom door was just opposite the wall and if she had Billy paint the wall she could be in the bedroom with the door opened just a crack and give Billy a show. The wall would need two coats of paint and that meant she could tease him for hours. But she was running out of time. She needed to get it done soon.
She put the list down and got ready to go to work. Sever cut business suit and shoes with a two-inch heel. Hair up in an unbecoming bun and almost no make up. A last minute smile as she put her underpants in her purse and then she left the house.
There had been a change over the last week. It was almost as if the men who rode the train with her every day knew that she would be moving soon and wouldn't be taking that train anymore. Three days ago, for the first time, the men had moved in on her on the morning ride and she had given her first west to east blow job as they went through the tunnel. It was as if there was a sense of urgency on the part of the male riders in her car to get as much as they could in the time remaining. Now she had a cock pushed in her mouth going to work AND coming home.
Other than the very first one she had done she didn't know who was using her. She had no idea if every man in the car had pushed his meat in her mouth or if some turned away in disgust. She kept her eyes on the floor when she entered the car and closed them and kept them closed after she was seated. And she smiled at the thought that there ALWAYS was a seat for her.
She could tell when they got close to the tunnel because the men on either side of her would move closer and she would sense someone moving in front of her. Her ears heard the sound of the zipper and it was like Pavlov's bell, the sound made her mouth open and seconds later it was filled with cock. Hands went up her legs and she spread them wide to let the fingers find her pussy and then she was finger fucked as she sucked off the unknown man. Sometimes the man shot off a blast of cum down her throat and sometimes he didn't get off, but the unwritten and unspoken rule was that the cock had to be put away before the train surged out of the tunnel bore. Her eyes stayed closed until her stop was called and then, eyes to the floor, she got up and left.
That morning had been like the prior three days. The man hadn't gotten off, but the fingers working in her pussy had gotten her off. There would be no east to west blow job that night because Rick was going to meet her after school and they were going to a cocktail party put on by one of Rick's customers. She kept several changes of clothes in a locker in the girls locker room and when she got to school she changed into something a little nicer than her sever "cock sucking suit." She touched up her make up in the mirror and headed for her classroom and sat down at her desk just as the bell rang.
Students came into the classroom and took their assigned seats and her work day began. She looked out over the classroom and thought of how much she disliked her first hour. The class was eighty percent female and she got no enjoyment out of teasing girls. Her second and third hours weren't much better. Her favorite class of the day was her fourth hour - seventy-five percent boys. Plus she had an hour break between her fourth hour and her last class of the day and when the 'mood' struck her she would ask one of the boys who didn't have a class the next hour to help her 'do some things'. If the boy were at all observant she would see to it he got an eye full. She was looking forward to the afternoon and she had already picked out the lucky boy and was making plans when Becky from the front office came and got her.
"You have a call in the office."
She followed Becky back to the office and Becky told her that the call was on line three.
"Hello?"
"Hello slut. Just wanted you to know that I haven't forgotten you. Make sure your cell phone battery is charged. I'll be calling you tonight."
Her plans for the day were shot. She could barely concentrate on her classes as she wondered about The Watcher's call and why he would be calling her that night.
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She caught a cab to the address Rick had given her. It was a hotel and the cocktail party was being held in one of the ballrooms on the basement level. There were some people there she knew, people who worked with Rick and who she had met at his company Christmas parties and other cocktail parties. She and Rick circulated and socialized and she was introduced to a half a hundred people who she promptly forgot since she knew she would never see them again.
She had been at the party for an hour and a half when she heard her cell phone beep. She knew who it was before she even took the phone out of her purse. She looked at the display and it read "Private call." She just wouldn't answer it. She would not play his sick games; she just would not take the call. But as the phone continued to beep she felt her pussy dampen and with a sharp little cry of what was probably despair she pushed the button and said:
"Hello?"
"Good evening slut, are you ready?"
"Ready? Ready for what?"
"You know what you little cock-sucking whore. Go to the elevator and take it to the fourth floor."
"Why?"
"Because I will be waiting for you slut. It is going to happen. You and I both know it will happen, so let's get it over with. Take the elevator to the fourth floor. Do it now slut."
He disconnected and she stood there looking at the phone in her hand. He was there! He was there in the building and somehow he had known that she would be there at the cocktail party. Who was he? How did he know so much about her? The answer of course was on the fourth floor.
She glanced around the room and saw Rick in conversation with a couple of men. She dropped her cell phone in her purse and walked over to the doorway to the ballroom. Just opposite was the bank of four elevators, any one of which could take her to the fourth floor, take her to the answers to her questions. Her pussy tingled, she could tell that her nipples were stiff inside her bra and in her minds eye she could see the form in the window across the alley with his hand on his cock as he watched Rick fuck her on the hotel bed.
So simple, just walk the twenty-five feet and push the button. She remembered his hot breath on her neck and the way his fingers felt in her pussy and she shivered when she remembered the way he had called her "slut." She had just taken her first step toward the elevators when from behind her she heard:
