Welcome to West Heights Academy
mc mf ff
words: 3600
“Oh, dear.”
I rolled my eyes. When Carol Cooper, president of the West Heights Academy P.T.A., said, ‘Oh, dear’, it meant she was about to ask you to do something. Actually, ‘ask’ was too tame. It meant she was going to phrase it as a question, but you were going to do it. Whatever.
I gave her a smile. “What’s wrong, Carol?”
Carol was looking at a clipboard, giving a tsk-tsk shaking of her head. “I’m looking at the volunteer time logs for the past year, Peggy, and I must say it distresses me- distresses me!- to not see your name anywhere on this list.”
Sigh. Here it was. “Yes, I know, Carol,” I said. “I’m a single mother and I have to work, so my time is limited. You understand.”
Carol emitted a melodramatic sigh. “Of course I understand that, Peggy,” she said, clutching the clipboard to her chest and somehow managing to make her eyes water. “I remember being your age, sweetie, and how hard it was to raise kids the right way! Seeing you raise twins and working as you do is such an inspiration!”
Geez. She wasn’t that much older than me. Ten, maybe fifteen years. “Umm. Thanks.”
“But!” continued Carol, “You surely understand that West Heights Academy, the finest private school in this area, cannot continue to deliver the high-end education they provide unless everyone- everyone!- contributes in some manner.”
“I understand,” I said, trying to look contrite.
“Excellent!” chirped Carol. “Then we can absolutely count on you to help out for this weekend’s fund-raising festival!”
I sighed, knowing I had been out-maneuvered. “Why, of course, Carol,” I said. “I’d be glad to help.”
“Oh, that’s super!” said Carol. “Simply super! I know you’re busy as Betty Spaghetti, so I’ll just put you down for one shift, okay? Let’s see…Saturday, from 6pm to 10pm…perfect! All right, just give me a minute to finish filling this out…”
I waited patiently as she wrote on her clipboard. Finally she looked up at me.
“Okey dokey!” she said, handing me the clipboard and the pen. “Here we are! Just sign and date here, sweetie, and we’re all set!”
I took the pen and looked over the form on the clipboard. “What is this?”
“It’s a contract, sweetie,” said Carol.
I blinked. “We need to sign a contract to volunteer to help for the festival…?”
Carol emitted another melodramatic sigh. “Yes, we have everyone sign contracts to make sure- sure!- that they keep their commitments. You’d be surprised how many try to squirm their way out of it. I mean, I know you wouldn’t do such a thing, but I have to do it with everybody.”
Grrrrrrr. “Fine,” I said, signing and dating the contract. “Here. I signed it.”
I blinked then. I had just heard…and felt…an oddly distinct ‘click’.
Carol gave me a sweet smile. “Thank you SO much, sweetie!” she said, patting my cheek. “We’ll see you on Saturday at two!”
“Yes,” I said. “Looking, umm, forward to it.”
*****
Being a mother of two rambunctious six-year-olds keeps you busy and running constantly. Strangely enough, by the time it was time for my shift at the festival, I didn’t mind the idea so much. As it turned out, I was going to be working in the booths section, not the rides or the food, so I wasn’t even going to have to listen to kids screaming and yelling. And as a bonus, one of the other mothers was going to watch my twins while I worked the booth.
I walked around until I found Carol.
“All right, I’m here,” I said. “Which booth am I working?”
Carol gave me a big sugary smile. “You’re going to work the kissing booth, sweetie.”
I blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
“The kissing booth,” she repeated.
“I don’t think so.”
Carol laughed. “Oh, don’t be like that, sweetie. Relax. You won’t be kissing anybody on the lips. Unless you want to, of course. Maybe you can hook a man who wants to marry into a pre-made family-“
I held up my hand. “All right, all right,” I said. “I’ll work the kissing booth, as long as I’m not kissing anybody. Where is it?”
Carol giggled conspiratorially. “We have to get you ready first, sweetie.”
“Get me ready…?”
Carol moved along, pulling me by the wrist until we got to a booth shaped like a giant heart.
“Okay, here we are,” said Carol. “Debbie’s almost done with her shift, so let’s get you ready to relieve her. Joan, if you could please spare a moment to gussy up Peggy…?”
I refrained from rolling my eyes as a matronly-looking woman about Carol’s age made her way toward me. ‘Gussy up’? Did Carol really say that? Geez.
Joan stood in front of me and studied my face critically. “Hmmpph,” she said. “I suppose you have passable lips.”
“Umm. Thanks?”
“You’re welcome,” she said. “Now pout,” she said, in the exact same manner a drill sergeant might say, “Drop and give me twenty!”
Intimidated, I pouted my lips. Joan unscrewed an unusual tube and took out what appeared to be a lipstick brush. She painted my lips in a quick but professional manner, although she applied far more layers than I thought necessary.
Finally she stepped back and studied her work. Finally she nodded, apparently satisfied.
“That should do it,” said Joan.
Speaking carefully, I said, “I thought I wasn’t going to be kissing anybody.”
“You’re not kissing anybody on the lips,” said Joan. “If they only pay for a kiss, you give them a kiss on the cheek. This lipstick will leave a cute little kiss mark on their cheek. And you can speak normally. Once that lipstick sets, it’s set. You can’t smear it off. And it’s set by now.”
“If they only pay for a kiss?” I said. “What do you mean by that?”
“Don’t worry about that,” she said. “Put your hands on the table, fingers spread slightly.”
I felt like I should argue with her- her tone was extremely perfunctory- but I found myself placing my palms flat on the table, fingers spread slightly, just as she had ordered.
Joan immediately opened a bottle of red nail polish. The smell filled my nostrils as she efficiently painted my fingernails a bright candy-apple red.
“That color’s a bit, umm, strong, wouldn’t you say…?”
“Shush, girl,” said Joan. “Now take off your shoes so I can do your toes.”
And just like that, I found myself sitting on a chair, my feet sitting on a chair in front of me while the matronly Joan painted my toenails bright red.
“I don’t get it,” I said. “Why am I getting a mani-ped for the kissing booth…?”
Carol walked back over. “Don’t worry about that, dear,” she said. “It’s all for a good cause! Now let’s get you dressed. Go put this on.”
I looked at Carol. “A red polka dot dress?”
“Yes, silly,” said Carol. “It’s Valentine’s Day weekend! You’re working the kissing booth, so of course you have to wear dirty girl red.”
Something was wrong. I felt like I should be arguing, but instead I found myself stepping behind a barrier and changing into the dress.
Did Carol really just say ‘dirty girl red’…?
I stepped out a minute later, wearing the red polka dot dress. I found myself glancing around. This dress was really short.
“Umm…Carol…,” I said. “This dress is short. Really short. Wouldn’t you say it’s…inappropriate…?”
Carol gave me a sweet smile. “For anyone else, yes,” she said. “Or any other weekend. But this is for a good cause! Now quit holding down your hem. You have such pretty legs! Don’t you worry about that silly wind. Now come. Let’s get you and your dirty girl lips to the booth.”
I followed Carol to the booth, dimly aware that if she referred to me or any part of my body as ‘dirty’ again, I was going to throat-punch her.
“Okay, sweetie,” cooed Carol, “here’s how it works.”
She pointed to an large, ornate jar.
“Whoever comes up will drop some money in that jar. If it’s just a little money, you give him a smoochie on the cheek. Okay?”
“All right,” I said, trying to tug up the collar to cover a little more of my cleavage. “What if they put in a lot of money?”
Carol giggled. “Don’t you worry about that yet, sweetie.”
I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have patience for this. “Fine,” I said. I stepped forward and waited for my first visitor.
It didn’t take long. An older guy stopped by and smiled at me. He dropped a single into the jar.
I gave him a smile and leaned forward. I pressed my lips against his cheek and then leaned back. Sure enough, there was a distinct lip-shaped red mark on his cheek.
I glanced at Carol. She gave me a nod, which could have meant anything.
Two more men stopped by, dropping small bills in the jar. I gave them both kisses on the cheek.
One woman stopped by the booth. She looked me up and down, then dropped a bill in the jar. I gave her a tolerant smile and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. At the last second, though, she turned her head quick enough to make my kiss land on her lips.
I leaned back quickly, cheeks red. Everybody applauded, however, so I couldn’t make an issue out of it. Grrrrrrr.
Then a man showed up with an older man with him.
“Hello there,” he said. He dropped a $20 bill in the jar. “This is for my dad.”
My eyes widened slightly when I saw the bill drop. I started to turn to Carol to find out what the policy was for big bills, but as soon as the twenty hit the bottom of the jar, something clicked in my head.
“Oh!,” I said, smiling at the man. “For that kind of donation, your dad deserves a really special kiss.”
The man smiled. “I thought you might say that,” he said. He turned to his dad. “Why don’t you go with the nice lady for a few minutes, pop?”
Carol opened a gate that let the older man enter the back area. I let him put a hand on my arm as I led him to a small area curtained off for privacy.
There was a small red loveseat there. The man sat down on one side. I sat next to him.
I leaned against him, my red lips next to his ear as my hand reached for his zipper.
“We really appreciate your donation,” I breathed into his ear, as my fingers reached in and pulled out his cock, “and I want to show you just how much we appreciate it.”
Hip to hip with the older man, I stared down at my hand in amazement, watching as my fingers curled around his thick cock. Older guy or not, his dick was rigid. It was the first cock I had touched in longer than I cared to remember.
The guy was already starting to moan as my thin fingers pumped his cock, his thick cock a masculine background to my feminine red nails moving up and down his shaft.
And then suddenly he was coming, his warm seed coating my fingers, my hand, even my wrist. My pumping fist never stopped, however, until I was sure he was fully drained.
I gave him a kiss on the cheek. “So you SO much for your donation, cutie.”
And then my eyes widened as I realized what I had just done.
I stood up so quickly, I nearly knocked the man down. Realizing it wasn’t his fault, I put his hand on my arm and led him back to the common area, where his son took his arm. Then I turned on Carol.
“What the hell…!”
Carol gave me a pat on the cheek. “We all must contribute the best we can, sweetie. Since this appears to be the only thing you’re capable of doing, we’ll just have to make do, won’t we?”
“I won’t do it!” I said. “I’m leaving!”
“Of course you are, sweetie,” said Carol, “right after you finish your shift.”
“No,” I said. “I’m leaving now.”
Carol said, “Oh, really?”
“Yes!” I said. “Right now, in fact!”
I spun and marched right back to the kissing booth, where a line was beginning to form.
What the hell?
A man stood there with his teenage son. “Hey, there,” he said, dropping a $20 bill in the jar. “My boy here just turned 18 last week. The kiss if for him.”
“Oh!” I squealed. “Come with me, cutie! I’m gonna give you your first kiss as a man.”
*****
Being eighteen, he came in under a minute. Fortunately he didn’t need my help to walk back to the common area, so I had a moment to glare at Carol.
“What the hell?!” I said. “Why can’t I walk away from this damn booth?”
Carol patted my cheek. “Oh, sweetie. You signed a contract, remember? You will work this shift until your time is up, and you’ll work your shift in the Box of Delight as well. Once your shift is done, of course, you’re free to leave.”
“I won’t! I won’t do it!”
Carol smiled and pointed at the growing line.
“Remember, sweetie,” she said, “it’s for a good cause.”
I want to scream at her. I wanted to slap her. But instead I found myself turning to the next customer.
“Oh, look at that wonderful donation! Sir, why don’t you come with me so I can show you how grateful we are…!”
*****
I worked countless cocks with my hands over the next two hours. I thought my arm was going to fall off.
As bad as the men were, though, the women were even worse. The woman who had managed to get me to kiss her on the lips came back through the line and made such a large donation, I found myself not only fingering her clit, but playing with her nipples as well.
I couldn’t help myself. Every time I got back to the booth, I was resolute that I was not going to touch another cock. Or pussy, for that matter. But every time a big bill hit the bottom of that jar, I heard that ‘click’ in my head and suddenly my body and head just knew what I had to do.
Word had spread, apparently, and the line was continuous. To keep my breath fresh, Carol had given me a stick of gum and I had popped it in my mouth unthinkingly. Too late, I realized I couldn’t take the gum out of my mouth. I blushed, realizing Carol was getting a twisted satisfaction from using gum to complete the picture of me being a gum-smacking working girl that couldn’t keep her hands off guys cocks for a couple dollars, but I just couldn’t stop. The money hit the bottom of the jar, my hand went straight for their cocks. Or pussies.
Fortunately, my shift ended at 8pm. Just like that, I was suddenly able to walk away from the booth. As soon as I did so, I saw Mindy take my place. She was dressed the same way I was. And she, too, hadn’t put in any volunteer time over the school year.
I had to pee, so I made my way to the bathroom. As soon as I was done, I had a momentary thought about making a run for the parking lot, but the moment I pictured it, I found myself moving toward the Box of Delight, whatever the hell that was.
*****
The Box of Delight turned out to be a little 4’ x 4’ room with a stool in it. An ornate jar similar to the one at the kissing booth sat just below a horizontal slit in the wall. There was a square 6” x 6” hole in the wall in front of me, although looking through the hole only informed me the room was dark on the other side of the wall.
What the hell?
Carol patted my cheek as I sat on the stool. “Once I close this door, sweetie, it’s going to stay closed until your shift is over. Once your shift is over, though, you’re done, okay?”
I said, “I’m just supposed to sit in this tiny room for two hours?”
Carol laughed. “I doubt boredom will be an issue, sweetie. See you in two hours.”
She closed the door.
I sat on the stool stewing. Stupid Carol. Grrrrrrrrr.
I heard a sound on the other side of the wall. I realized a curtain had opened in the other room, briefly letting in some light before closing again. Then I heard a zipping sound.
And suddenly a cock was thrust through the hole in front of me.
I blinked. What the FUCK?!
The light in my head suddenly switched on and I realized I was an idiot. This was a glory hole. Well, if they thought I was going to participate, they were out of their minds. I was a soccer mom. I had children. I didn’t suck dick at all, let alone for money. Wasn’t happening.
I opened my mouth to let the guy know he was wasting his time. Just as I did so, though, I heard the sound of bills being pushed through the slot in the wall. Several large bills landed in the donation jar.
I blinked, seeing the bills in the jar. I took the gum out of my mouth and stuck it to the wall. Then I leaned forward and slid my mouth over the cock jutting through the hole.
I had very little experience giving blowjobs, but it felt like the most natural action in the world right then. My firmly-wrapped lips slid back and forth over that rigid shaft, working his cock into my throat until my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. Again and again I slid my warm, wet mouth over that unknown dick.
And then that cock became thicker, more rigid, a bar of steel in my mouth. And then it exploded, sending a powerful surge of hot seed into my throat.
I found myself instinctively swallowing the unending flow of semen. He came hard and heavy, and I found myself swallowing every drop.
He finally pulled his softening cock from my mouth and I sat back, a hand on my belly. Gawd forbid I should burp. I took the gum off the wall and popped it back in my mouth, working it to get the taste out of my mouth.
I was still trying to catch my breath when suddenly another cock was thrust through the hole. A heavy, black cock. I stared at it, prepared to make for the door. Then I heard money sliding through the slot and landing in the jar.
The now familiar click sounded in my head. I popped the gum out of my mouth and stuck it to the wall. I reached over and hefted that heavy cock, feeling the weight in my hand. And then my warm, wet mouth went to work.
*****
Two hours later, I didn’t need a mirror to know I looked green.
There had been no pause between cocks for the entire two hours. I had worked over anonymous dicks of every size, shape and color possible. I had swallowed gallons of semen. I had a hand on my incredibly full belly and I was breathing through my mouth. And I didn’t even want to think about what my digestive system was going to put me through tomorrow.
I heard the door click, and suddenly I realized my shift must have just ended. I got up from the stool slowly. My jaw ached, my neck was sore and movement wasn’t easy.
I made my way out. Mindy stepped into the room I had just vacated. Carol closed the door behind her and then turned to me.
“You did SO good, sweetie!”
I opened my mouth to tell her to go screw herself. All that came out was a horrible, horrible burp.
Oh, gawd. My eyes crossed. I wanted to die.
Carol actually giggled. “You’re actually green, sweetie.”
I moaned, eyes closed.
Carol giggled again. “It isn’t all bad news, sweetie,” she said. “I have to admit you really did step it up here. Granted, you didn’t volunteer for this exactly, but you still really did get results. In fact, you made so much money in donations that it looks like your twins are getting free tuition for the rest of the year. So congratulations, sweetie!”
I looked at Carol with glazed eyes. Free tuition?
I nodded. That was indeed a silver lining.
“Now go home and make yourself some tea, sweetie,” said Carol. “Perhaps it will sooth your poor little tummy.”
My belly rumbled and I suddenly belched again. I wanted to die.
“Or perhaps not,” said Carol. “Oh, one last thing. Mr. Cooper says thank you as well.”
Mr. Cooper? “You mean your husband, Mr. Cooper…?”
Carol nodded. “Of course.”
“He thanked me? For what?”
“For your work in the Box of Delight, sweetie,” said Carol. “Your first participant was Mr. Cooper.”
I blinked. “I blew your husband?!”
“Of course,” said Carol. “You don’t think I would do something like that, do you?”
I stared at Carol, eyes wide, mouth open, cheeks burning.
Carol smiled and reached into her purse. “Here,” she said. “Have some gum. You probably don’t want your kids to smell your dirty girl breath.”
THE END
mc mf ff
words: 3600
“Oh, dear.”
I rolled my eyes. When Carol Cooper, president of the West Heights Academy P.T.A., said, ‘Oh, dear’, it meant she was about to ask you to do something. Actually, ‘ask’ was too tame. It meant she was going to phrase it as a question, but you were going to do it. Whatever.
I gave her a smile. “What’s wrong, Carol?”
Carol was looking at a clipboard, giving a tsk-tsk shaking of her head. “I’m looking at the volunteer time logs for the past year, Peggy, and I must say it distresses me- distresses me!- to not see your name anywhere on this list.”
Sigh. Here it was. “Yes, I know, Carol,” I said. “I’m a single mother and I have to work, so my time is limited. You understand.”
Carol emitted a melodramatic sigh. “Of course I understand that, Peggy,” she said, clutching the clipboard to her chest and somehow managing to make her eyes water. “I remember being your age, sweetie, and how hard it was to raise kids the right way! Seeing you raise twins and working as you do is such an inspiration!”
Geez. She wasn’t that much older than me. Ten, maybe fifteen years. “Umm. Thanks.”
“But!” continued Carol, “You surely understand that West Heights Academy, the finest private school in this area, cannot continue to deliver the high-end education they provide unless everyone- everyone!- contributes in some manner.”
“I understand,” I said, trying to look contrite.
“Excellent!” chirped Carol. “Then we can absolutely count on you to help out for this weekend’s fund-raising festival!”
I sighed, knowing I had been out-maneuvered. “Why, of course, Carol,” I said. “I’d be glad to help.”
“Oh, that’s super!” said Carol. “Simply super! I know you’re busy as Betty Spaghetti, so I’ll just put you down for one shift, okay? Let’s see…Saturday, from 6pm to 10pm…perfect! All right, just give me a minute to finish filling this out…”
I waited patiently as she wrote on her clipboard. Finally she looked up at me.
“Okey dokey!” she said, handing me the clipboard and the pen. “Here we are! Just sign and date here, sweetie, and we’re all set!”
I took the pen and looked over the form on the clipboard. “What is this?”
“It’s a contract, sweetie,” said Carol.
I blinked. “We need to sign a contract to volunteer to help for the festival…?”
Carol emitted another melodramatic sigh. “Yes, we have everyone sign contracts to make sure- sure!- that they keep their commitments. You’d be surprised how many try to squirm their way out of it. I mean, I know you wouldn’t do such a thing, but I have to do it with everybody.”
Grrrrrrr. “Fine,” I said, signing and dating the contract. “Here. I signed it.”
I blinked then. I had just heard…and felt…an oddly distinct ‘click’.
Carol gave me a sweet smile. “Thank you SO much, sweetie!” she said, patting my cheek. “We’ll see you on Saturday at two!”
“Yes,” I said. “Looking, umm, forward to it.”
*****
Being a mother of two rambunctious six-year-olds keeps you busy and running constantly. Strangely enough, by the time it was time for my shift at the festival, I didn’t mind the idea so much. As it turned out, I was going to be working in the booths section, not the rides or the food, so I wasn’t even going to have to listen to kids screaming and yelling. And as a bonus, one of the other mothers was going to watch my twins while I worked the booth.
I walked around until I found Carol.
“All right, I’m here,” I said. “Which booth am I working?”
Carol gave me a big sugary smile. “You’re going to work the kissing booth, sweetie.”
I blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
“The kissing booth,” she repeated.
“I don’t think so.”
Carol laughed. “Oh, don’t be like that, sweetie. Relax. You won’t be kissing anybody on the lips. Unless you want to, of course. Maybe you can hook a man who wants to marry into a pre-made family-“
I held up my hand. “All right, all right,” I said. “I’ll work the kissing booth, as long as I’m not kissing anybody. Where is it?”
Carol giggled conspiratorially. “We have to get you ready first, sweetie.”
“Get me ready…?”
Carol moved along, pulling me by the wrist until we got to a booth shaped like a giant heart.
“Okay, here we are,” said Carol. “Debbie’s almost done with her shift, so let’s get you ready to relieve her. Joan, if you could please spare a moment to gussy up Peggy…?”
I refrained from rolling my eyes as a matronly-looking woman about Carol’s age made her way toward me. ‘Gussy up’? Did Carol really say that? Geez.
Joan stood in front of me and studied my face critically. “Hmmpph,” she said. “I suppose you have passable lips.”
“Umm. Thanks?”
“You’re welcome,” she said. “Now pout,” she said, in the exact same manner a drill sergeant might say, “Drop and give me twenty!”
Intimidated, I pouted my lips. Joan unscrewed an unusual tube and took out what appeared to be a lipstick brush. She painted my lips in a quick but professional manner, although she applied far more layers than I thought necessary.
Finally she stepped back and studied her work. Finally she nodded, apparently satisfied.
“That should do it,” said Joan.
Speaking carefully, I said, “I thought I wasn’t going to be kissing anybody.”
“You’re not kissing anybody on the lips,” said Joan. “If they only pay for a kiss, you give them a kiss on the cheek. This lipstick will leave a cute little kiss mark on their cheek. And you can speak normally. Once that lipstick sets, it’s set. You can’t smear it off. And it’s set by now.”
“If they only pay for a kiss?” I said. “What do you mean by that?”
“Don’t worry about that,” she said. “Put your hands on the table, fingers spread slightly.”
I felt like I should argue with her- her tone was extremely perfunctory- but I found myself placing my palms flat on the table, fingers spread slightly, just as she had ordered.
Joan immediately opened a bottle of red nail polish. The smell filled my nostrils as she efficiently painted my fingernails a bright candy-apple red.
“That color’s a bit, umm, strong, wouldn’t you say…?”
“Shush, girl,” said Joan. “Now take off your shoes so I can do your toes.”
And just like that, I found myself sitting on a chair, my feet sitting on a chair in front of me while the matronly Joan painted my toenails bright red.
“I don’t get it,” I said. “Why am I getting a mani-ped for the kissing booth…?”
Carol walked back over. “Don’t worry about that, dear,” she said. “It’s all for a good cause! Now let’s get you dressed. Go put this on.”
I looked at Carol. “A red polka dot dress?”
“Yes, silly,” said Carol. “It’s Valentine’s Day weekend! You’re working the kissing booth, so of course you have to wear dirty girl red.”
Something was wrong. I felt like I should be arguing, but instead I found myself stepping behind a barrier and changing into the dress.
Did Carol really just say ‘dirty girl red’…?
I stepped out a minute later, wearing the red polka dot dress. I found myself glancing around. This dress was really short.
“Umm…Carol…,” I said. “This dress is short. Really short. Wouldn’t you say it’s…inappropriate…?”
Carol gave me a sweet smile. “For anyone else, yes,” she said. “Or any other weekend. But this is for a good cause! Now quit holding down your hem. You have such pretty legs! Don’t you worry about that silly wind. Now come. Let’s get you and your dirty girl lips to the booth.”
I followed Carol to the booth, dimly aware that if she referred to me or any part of my body as ‘dirty’ again, I was going to throat-punch her.
“Okay, sweetie,” cooed Carol, “here’s how it works.”
She pointed to an large, ornate jar.
“Whoever comes up will drop some money in that jar. If it’s just a little money, you give him a smoochie on the cheek. Okay?”
“All right,” I said, trying to tug up the collar to cover a little more of my cleavage. “What if they put in a lot of money?”
Carol giggled. “Don’t you worry about that yet, sweetie.”
I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have patience for this. “Fine,” I said. I stepped forward and waited for my first visitor.
It didn’t take long. An older guy stopped by and smiled at me. He dropped a single into the jar.
I gave him a smile and leaned forward. I pressed my lips against his cheek and then leaned back. Sure enough, there was a distinct lip-shaped red mark on his cheek.
I glanced at Carol. She gave me a nod, which could have meant anything.
Two more men stopped by, dropping small bills in the jar. I gave them both kisses on the cheek.
One woman stopped by the booth. She looked me up and down, then dropped a bill in the jar. I gave her a tolerant smile and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. At the last second, though, she turned her head quick enough to make my kiss land on her lips.
I leaned back quickly, cheeks red. Everybody applauded, however, so I couldn’t make an issue out of it. Grrrrrrr.
Then a man showed up with an older man with him.
“Hello there,” he said. He dropped a $20 bill in the jar. “This is for my dad.”
My eyes widened slightly when I saw the bill drop. I started to turn to Carol to find out what the policy was for big bills, but as soon as the twenty hit the bottom of the jar, something clicked in my head.
“Oh!,” I said, smiling at the man. “For that kind of donation, your dad deserves a really special kiss.”
The man smiled. “I thought you might say that,” he said. He turned to his dad. “Why don’t you go with the nice lady for a few minutes, pop?”
Carol opened a gate that let the older man enter the back area. I let him put a hand on my arm as I led him to a small area curtained off for privacy.
There was a small red loveseat there. The man sat down on one side. I sat next to him.
I leaned against him, my red lips next to his ear as my hand reached for his zipper.
“We really appreciate your donation,” I breathed into his ear, as my fingers reached in and pulled out his cock, “and I want to show you just how much we appreciate it.”
Hip to hip with the older man, I stared down at my hand in amazement, watching as my fingers curled around his thick cock. Older guy or not, his dick was rigid. It was the first cock I had touched in longer than I cared to remember.
The guy was already starting to moan as my thin fingers pumped his cock, his thick cock a masculine background to my feminine red nails moving up and down his shaft.
And then suddenly he was coming, his warm seed coating my fingers, my hand, even my wrist. My pumping fist never stopped, however, until I was sure he was fully drained.
I gave him a kiss on the cheek. “So you SO much for your donation, cutie.”
And then my eyes widened as I realized what I had just done.
I stood up so quickly, I nearly knocked the man down. Realizing it wasn’t his fault, I put his hand on my arm and led him back to the common area, where his son took his arm. Then I turned on Carol.
“What the hell…!”
Carol gave me a pat on the cheek. “We all must contribute the best we can, sweetie. Since this appears to be the only thing you’re capable of doing, we’ll just have to make do, won’t we?”
“I won’t do it!” I said. “I’m leaving!”
“Of course you are, sweetie,” said Carol, “right after you finish your shift.”
“No,” I said. “I’m leaving now.”
Carol said, “Oh, really?”
“Yes!” I said. “Right now, in fact!”
I spun and marched right back to the kissing booth, where a line was beginning to form.
What the hell?
A man stood there with his teenage son. “Hey, there,” he said, dropping a $20 bill in the jar. “My boy here just turned 18 last week. The kiss if for him.”
“Oh!” I squealed. “Come with me, cutie! I’m gonna give you your first kiss as a man.”
*****
Being eighteen, he came in under a minute. Fortunately he didn’t need my help to walk back to the common area, so I had a moment to glare at Carol.
“What the hell?!” I said. “Why can’t I walk away from this damn booth?”
Carol patted my cheek. “Oh, sweetie. You signed a contract, remember? You will work this shift until your time is up, and you’ll work your shift in the Box of Delight as well. Once your shift is done, of course, you’re free to leave.”
“I won’t! I won’t do it!”
Carol smiled and pointed at the growing line.
“Remember, sweetie,” she said, “it’s for a good cause.”
I want to scream at her. I wanted to slap her. But instead I found myself turning to the next customer.
“Oh, look at that wonderful donation! Sir, why don’t you come with me so I can show you how grateful we are…!”
*****
I worked countless cocks with my hands over the next two hours. I thought my arm was going to fall off.
As bad as the men were, though, the women were even worse. The woman who had managed to get me to kiss her on the lips came back through the line and made such a large donation, I found myself not only fingering her clit, but playing with her nipples as well.
I couldn’t help myself. Every time I got back to the booth, I was resolute that I was not going to touch another cock. Or pussy, for that matter. But every time a big bill hit the bottom of that jar, I heard that ‘click’ in my head and suddenly my body and head just knew what I had to do.
Word had spread, apparently, and the line was continuous. To keep my breath fresh, Carol had given me a stick of gum and I had popped it in my mouth unthinkingly. Too late, I realized I couldn’t take the gum out of my mouth. I blushed, realizing Carol was getting a twisted satisfaction from using gum to complete the picture of me being a gum-smacking working girl that couldn’t keep her hands off guys cocks for a couple dollars, but I just couldn’t stop. The money hit the bottom of the jar, my hand went straight for their cocks. Or pussies.
Fortunately, my shift ended at 8pm. Just like that, I was suddenly able to walk away from the booth. As soon as I did so, I saw Mindy take my place. She was dressed the same way I was. And she, too, hadn’t put in any volunteer time over the school year.
I had to pee, so I made my way to the bathroom. As soon as I was done, I had a momentary thought about making a run for the parking lot, but the moment I pictured it, I found myself moving toward the Box of Delight, whatever the hell that was.
*****
The Box of Delight turned out to be a little 4’ x 4’ room with a stool in it. An ornate jar similar to the one at the kissing booth sat just below a horizontal slit in the wall. There was a square 6” x 6” hole in the wall in front of me, although looking through the hole only informed me the room was dark on the other side of the wall.
What the hell?
Carol patted my cheek as I sat on the stool. “Once I close this door, sweetie, it’s going to stay closed until your shift is over. Once your shift is over, though, you’re done, okay?”
I said, “I’m just supposed to sit in this tiny room for two hours?”
Carol laughed. “I doubt boredom will be an issue, sweetie. See you in two hours.”
She closed the door.
I sat on the stool stewing. Stupid Carol. Grrrrrrrrr.
I heard a sound on the other side of the wall. I realized a curtain had opened in the other room, briefly letting in some light before closing again. Then I heard a zipping sound.
And suddenly a cock was thrust through the hole in front of me.
I blinked. What the FUCK?!
The light in my head suddenly switched on and I realized I was an idiot. This was a glory hole. Well, if they thought I was going to participate, they were out of their minds. I was a soccer mom. I had children. I didn’t suck dick at all, let alone for money. Wasn’t happening.
I opened my mouth to let the guy know he was wasting his time. Just as I did so, though, I heard the sound of bills being pushed through the slot in the wall. Several large bills landed in the donation jar.
I blinked, seeing the bills in the jar. I took the gum out of my mouth and stuck it to the wall. Then I leaned forward and slid my mouth over the cock jutting through the hole.
I had very little experience giving blowjobs, but it felt like the most natural action in the world right then. My firmly-wrapped lips slid back and forth over that rigid shaft, working his cock into my throat until my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. Again and again I slid my warm, wet mouth over that unknown dick.
And then that cock became thicker, more rigid, a bar of steel in my mouth. And then it exploded, sending a powerful surge of hot seed into my throat.
I found myself instinctively swallowing the unending flow of semen. He came hard and heavy, and I found myself swallowing every drop.
He finally pulled his softening cock from my mouth and I sat back, a hand on my belly. Gawd forbid I should burp. I took the gum off the wall and popped it back in my mouth, working it to get the taste out of my mouth.
I was still trying to catch my breath when suddenly another cock was thrust through the hole. A heavy, black cock. I stared at it, prepared to make for the door. Then I heard money sliding through the slot and landing in the jar.
The now familiar click sounded in my head. I popped the gum out of my mouth and stuck it to the wall. I reached over and hefted that heavy cock, feeling the weight in my hand. And then my warm, wet mouth went to work.
*****
Two hours later, I didn’t need a mirror to know I looked green.
There had been no pause between cocks for the entire two hours. I had worked over anonymous dicks of every size, shape and color possible. I had swallowed gallons of semen. I had a hand on my incredibly full belly and I was breathing through my mouth. And I didn’t even want to think about what my digestive system was going to put me through tomorrow.
I heard the door click, and suddenly I realized my shift must have just ended. I got up from the stool slowly. My jaw ached, my neck was sore and movement wasn’t easy.
I made my way out. Mindy stepped into the room I had just vacated. Carol closed the door behind her and then turned to me.
“You did SO good, sweetie!”
I opened my mouth to tell her to go screw herself. All that came out was a horrible, horrible burp.
Oh, gawd. My eyes crossed. I wanted to die.
Carol actually giggled. “You’re actually green, sweetie.”
I moaned, eyes closed.
Carol giggled again. “It isn’t all bad news, sweetie,” she said. “I have to admit you really did step it up here. Granted, you didn’t volunteer for this exactly, but you still really did get results. In fact, you made so much money in donations that it looks like your twins are getting free tuition for the rest of the year. So congratulations, sweetie!”
I looked at Carol with glazed eyes. Free tuition?
I nodded. That was indeed a silver lining.
“Now go home and make yourself some tea, sweetie,” said Carol. “Perhaps it will sooth your poor little tummy.”
My belly rumbled and I suddenly belched again. I wanted to die.
“Or perhaps not,” said Carol. “Oh, one last thing. Mr. Cooper says thank you as well.”
Mr. Cooper? “You mean your husband, Mr. Cooper…?”
Carol nodded. “Of course.”
“He thanked me? For what?”
“For your work in the Box of Delight, sweetie,” said Carol. “Your first participant was Mr. Cooper.”
I blinked. “I blew your husband?!”
“Of course,” said Carol. “You don’t think I would do something like that, do you?”
I stared at Carol, eyes wide, mouth open, cheeks burning.
Carol smiled and reached into her purse. “Here,” she said. “Have some gum. You probably don’t want your kids to smell your dirty girl breath.”
THE END