Lucia was lost in thought as she went through the motions during a quiet Wednesday night shift at the dive bar where she worked as a waitress. She had recently experienced several firsts, and was processing how to feel about them. She was virtually a zombie as she mumbled her way through the evening, distracted by thoughts of her recent evening spent with Richard, the older black super in her run down apartment building.
For the first time in years, Lucia had gotten stoned, which in turn had inevitably made her horny. Rather than head home to get off by herself, she found herself eyeing Richard as an outlet for her sexual desires. Casual flings were out of character for Lucia, and even more out of character was that she had been talked into simply sucking his cock with nothing in return. What followed was her first experience with a black man. Her first experience with a big cock. Her first true deepthroat. Her first throatpie cumshot. What amazed Lucia even more than the events themselves, which she could chalk up to her inebriation, was the fact that she considered the event the best sexual experience of her life. The fact that she could not stop thinking about sucking Richard's cock.
Lucia had never minded giving head, and had been told she was good at it. But typically, she considered it part of foreplay before sex; something she did to get a guy hard and ready to fuck her good. She had rarely given a blowjob to completion, and certainly never craved it. And now, suddenly, everything had changed. It was now all she could think about. Being a "soul snatcher".
It was because of her distracted absentmindedness that she got caught. For several weeks, she had been studiously avoiding being caught in the store room with her boss, Pete. Pete was a handsy letch who had made no effort to hide his leering gaze the day he had hired her. Since then he had taken every opportunity to ogle her, crack lewd jokes, and touch her. It started innocently enough with the occasional touch on her arm to get her attention, but within the first week she noticed his hands wandering to her lower back, and even her ass. More recently, he always seemed to conveniently wedge himself into narrow doors and hallways with her, so that her ass or tits would press against him. Had she not needed the job so badly, Lucia would have long since walked.
As she crouched down to retrieve some lemons from a bottom shelf, she heard feet approaching from behind. She knew without looking that it was Pete. "Shit." she murmured to herself as he approached.
"We need to talk, Lucy." Pete said. She could never tell if that was his nickname for her, or if he was just getting it wrong. "I think I need to cut back your hours." he went on.
Lucia knew where this was headed. "Pete," she began plaintively. "we agreed to 25 hours a week. You know I'm barely making my rent as it is!"
Pete looked down at her, unconvinced. "I got a new girl who needs the money, same as you!" he said. "We gotta take care of each other around here, don't we?" he added, reaching out and stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.
Lucia stifled a shudder at his touch. Pete was gross. He had a distended beer belly, drank on the job, and wore the same two shirts day after day. Lucia could hardly think of anyone she was less attracted to. But she saw where this was headed. She began to stand, hoping that standing nearly equal height to Pete's five foot nine would change the power dynamic. Pete's heavy hand came to rest on her shoulder, preventing her from standing.
"We take care of each other." he repeated, this time with his meaning very clear as he crowded her, his crotch only two inches from her face.
Lucia looked up at him with her big brown eyes and sighed. She didn't have much choice, and a part of her, deep within the darkest recesses of her mind, leap with joy at the prospect of snatching Pete's soul, however unpleasant the act itself might be.
