I started sucking a cock a couple of times per week, usually for the $60, though some refused, like Sam, who would only give me $40 to repeat the same act. It was making my rent in way less time, and I was getting used to the idea, not feeling so ashamed, and actually kinda liking the attention I felt I was getting from men. They wanted me, my mouth. I was attractive, or at least, face fuckable. I felt good about myself.
Then one day at the diner things fell apart. My boss, a fat, Italian man in his 50s told me I had to stay late to do the cleaning even though it wasn't my job. He let Sherry, the other waitress go early, at my time. I hated doing the cleaning because it could take me over an hour and I was making less than $3 per hour as a waitress. With no tips, what's the point? After the last patron was gone, he locked the door and sat in a chair near the back of the dining room watching me mop. A few minutes into it, he spoke, startling me.
"Nikki, take off your panties. I want a better view when you bend over."
"What?" I turned and looked at him, stunned, declaring I would not do such a thing.
He stood up, his 6'3" body towering over me, and slapped me on the face.
"You will do as I it actually, you little bitch. You think I don't know about you?" He glared at me. "I didn't hire no whore to work in my business. How dare you go about whoring yourself to the neighborhood. I'm a laughing stock. This is a family place you know."
My face was on fire, red from being humiliated and from being slapped. "I'm sorry. I'll get my stuff and go."
"No you don't seem to get it bitch, you will go. You are fired. But you will be my whore first. You owe me."
I stood looking at him, frozen. My heart beating so fast.
"Do you think you owe me, bitch? For the embarrassment? Or do you want me to call Mr. Richard Jenkins and tell him about you?"
I was stunned. He knew my lover's name. He must have gotten from his credit card. I couldn't have him find out. He had told me to leave, that I couldn't make it here. He would think I was so awful...I was such a sweet, innocent girl when he met me.
"Fine, I am sorry. I never meant to embarrass you. Please let me leave. Please."
"Oh I will, when I am done with you." he said with a huge smile. With that, he pulled me by my arm into his office just off the kitchen. He took his phone off the hook and pushed me onto the couch. I was fighting him back, so he slapped me hard, told me to take it, I wanted it, I was selling it for God's sake. He pulled me to the edge of the couch so my head was hanging upside down over the arm, and held me there by pushing all of his weight onto one hand on my right shoulder. I thought my bones were gonna crack. With his other hand he pulled down his pants and pushed his erect dick up to my face. I shook my head every which way, but couldn't get him to stop. He pressed my nostrils together and shoved his cock into my mouth. He thrust in and out and held it there, having me choking and coughing the entire time. It was the most rough I had ever been treated.
Just as I thought he was about to cum and my ordeal with out be over, he reached my uniform skirt and slid his fingers under my panties. I wanted to scream but couldn't as his cock was all the way in my throat. I didn't want is disgusting fingers touching my pussy. My pussy that had only been touched by one man, one sweet lover.
