My girlfriend came to see me at work, but she was all dressed up. By which I mean barely dressed, she went as a naughty nurse for Halloween, but instead of the scrubs, and lab coat, she wore the same underwear, and you could see it. The tops of her stockings under the hem of her tight miniskirt, and her bra peeking out of the low neck of her top. It was chilly, the middle of the graveyard shift, but it was slow.
Basically waiting for the bars to let out, last call, and the beer runs that start coming in around 2:30. I thought she came to see me, but instead, she acted like a regular customer, and just bought a pack of condoms. She called me "Chuck," looking at my nametag, as if she didn't know that I hate that, and pulled the belt tight over my trenchcoat. That she "Borrowed," but she just left me there, confused, and wondering if she was going to break up with me?
That would explain the way she was acting, treating me like a stranger, and I felt exactly the same way I did when she had to get a rent extension from the landlord. She just went up to his office, and came back, said she bought us another week, but not how. Then, I spoke to him, and he just winked, said that if I needed more time, to send "Cherry." Her name is Cheryl, and normally she hates being called Cherry. It's not even short for Cheryl, it takes just as long to say, exactly like saying Chuck instead of Charles, but I thought there was no way she'd do something as slutty as cheat on me with the landlord, just to get another week.
Then, she stepped out from around the corner, of the store. She knows it's a blind spot, but I had to watch the till, and I didn't see anyone else, until a car pulled up, and a guy got out. Drunk, I could tell just from the way he held onto the door, before he closed it. I recognized him, not by name, and looking at the clock. It was only [1:17] AM, but it wouldn't be the first time he got cut off, and kicked out early. Then, I was amazed to see her pull open my coat, which she belted like a robe, but didn't button, even though it was double breasted, and had all the buttons.
"Huh!" I just watched the monitor, helpless as she turned, and walked around the corner again. To the blind spot, she didn't look back, or wave him over, but he followed her anyway. Then, my eyes twitched over to the other corner, because I saw the motion of her pulling open the gate to the dumpsters. By the back door, there's a camera there to check before we turn off the alarm, and take the boxes out, so we don't get robbed. She put my coat down on the steps up to the loading dock, and then the drunk appeared, looking around, but he already had his pants open.
It wouldn't be the first time somebody used the enclosure to take a piss, we have a restroom, but I'm supposed to make them buy something to use it, and sometimes I even have to run off homeless people trying to sleep there, but I never had to worry about my girlfriend using it to turn tricks. She shook her head, and pushed him back. He almost fell, but caught himself on the side of the dumpster. Then, he fished his wallet out, and tried to give her his credit card.
She shook her head again, and said something I couldn't hear, but then he started to leave, and now I was sure that she had done something with the landlord to get another week on the rent. I thought I was just imagining her with that old fat sweaty smelly man, but instead of being jealous, my cock was throbbing with my pulse, and I'm on camera here, too. I could get in trouble, if Mrs. Markowics ever bothered to watch the video, and caught me whacking off at the register, watching my girlfriend turn tricks with drunks to get the money to pay my rent.
It was humiliating, first of all that means I don't make enough on my own, and it's not like a palace. I'm just a cashier at a gas station, but he just came in to use the ATM machine, and didn't even buy any more beer. He didn't say anything, and me neither, but I turned the monitor before he came around front, and as soon as he left, I looked back to see her in her underwear. Masturbating, with her one hand in her black lacy panties, and the other one squeezing her tit out of the cup of the matching bra.
Of course, that's what she got the rubbers of, they were cheap. $4.65, so it came out to an even 5 bucks, she payed in cash, and I didn't ask her how she made the money, but of course he had whiskey dick. He was drunk, too drunk to drive, no doubt kicked out before last call but he just stood in the gate, and played with himself. Watching my girlfriend play with herself, on my trench coat, with her spandex mini skirt, and tight top layed out under her butt. In her underwear, but she turned on her side, and pulled the lacy cup away to show him her tit.
The security camera was grainy, black, and white, it was dark, and the shadows were washed out by the bright light, like an exposed photograph. I could see him better than her, because the camera was aimed to watch the gate, but I knew just how she liked to pull the bra cup out of the way, show me just 1 nipple, turned sideways on her hip like that, as her favorite tease. Foreplay, through usually on my bed. her bed, at home when her folks were out, and she called me to come over. Because she was lonely, and horny, and she even did the same thing on the coffee table once, while I sat back and watched her like a porno.
We do t regularly too. I mean, the regular way, but I always loved how she liked to do, other things. Like flash me in public when nobody's looking, or drag me off to the restrooms. Sometimes the boy's room, and sometimes the lady's, we got caught, of course. She's an exhibitionist, and nothing used to get her in the mood quite like doing it somewhere you shouldn't, like a public restroom. Or out by the dumpsters, behind the gas station, while I watched, and it was the hottest thing I ever saw, even though he couldn't get it up. Finally, she waved him over, and she had to help him on the stairs, but he held onto the guard rail, and jerked him off.
Flaccid, even though he couldn't get it up, I couldn't really see him cum, but I did see his knee give out, so he almost fell. Her head fall back, and her smile. Her eyes close, after she looked right up at the camera, over the door. Just like she does when I pull out, yank the rubber off, and shoot my wad all over her hot body. Naked, fully clothed, in her underwear, or just the bare minimum like pulling her pants, and underwear down so she can bend over. Or hiking up her short stretchy skirt to yank the crotch out of the way, and bury her fingers in her twat.
Finally, she helped him pull up his pants, and buckled up his belt, while he got out his wallet. The cash he just withdrew, right in front of me, to pay my girlfriend for, well. It wasn't really sex, he couldn't even get it up, at best it was a strip tease, and a hand job. He just got in his car, and drove off, while I leaned over, my elbow on the counter, watching Cheryl get dressed. As much as she got dressed, just bending over to pull the stretchy skirt back and forth up her legs, over her hips, and ass. Covering up the gap between her thighs, and the lacy black crotch of those panties I knew had to be soaked with her juices after doing something so dirty, for money.
She wasn't a Nurse, that was all the costume was, she didn't even graduate high school, she dropped out. "Whore," she came in, and grinned at me, the telltale stains of cum on the collar. My own trench coat, marked with the shameful wad she coaxed out of a drunk, who was willing, even if his flesh wasn't. "I didn't use the restroom, before. I didn't have to go, but."
"Huh," I pulled the keys off the hook, by the big metal tab, with [Men's] on it. "You better use the Men's room, to get cleaned up. Huh, I have to watch the till, but." I didn't know what to say after that.
"Thanks." She just took the keys, and walked down the hall, unbelting my trench coat, she stopped, and looked back. "You're not mad, at all."
"No, I." Swallowed. "Huh, I wish there were cameras in there, so I could watch you wash that man's filthy spunk off your body, but I'm going to have to wait for Mrs. Markowics to relieve me." I'm not even supposed to leave the security cage. It's really more of a box, with bullet proof glass for the sides, and cameras to make sure I'm not stealing money, when I have thought about it, but my morals got the better of me. Honestly, I'm proud of her, and the lengths she's going through to help me make ends meet, and I want her to move in with me. Hell, I want to ask her to marry me, and I never loved her so much before in my whole life.
My whore, how could I know that when we met, in church youth group that she would drop out, ever see anything in me that she liked. I'm such a loser, and so lucky to have such a hot promiscuous, loving giving whore of a girlfriend. I just can't afford to buy her the ring, but when she came out, I'm going to tell her. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
I just didn't know how, but I guess I'll ask her. I need to talk her into moving in with me, and this might be the perfect opportunity.
Since she's working so hard, to help me pay the rent.
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Cheryl (F Pros Excuses)
i guess it comes back to my mom, and dad. Doesn't it always? i mean, i failed High School Psychology, but that's what Freud said. My dad was a good man, but a shitty Christian. i guess a halfway decent husband, and father.
He never cheated on mom, and even turned down a few women that offered. He told her right away, and even said he was sorry for being tempted in the first place, but then he turned around, and beat off to dirty magazines.
That's why i always hated the name Cherry, first of all it's 1 letter off of Cheri, and if mom had had her way, i would have been names Cherish, to boot! She always brought it up, whenever she was mad at him, she'd tell him to go abuse himself, looking at his pictures of whores, because he was cut-off.
So, i was confused by the mixed signals, until finally, i had to ask him, and we had a little talk. Of course, the last thing he wanted was for me to turn out to be a slut, like those young women. Taking off their clothes for money, and posing for nude photos, so anyone could buy a copy for shameful acts of self abuse, looking at them.
i learned to play with myself, reading about those girls. Wishing this was a real dick, while sucking on their sex toys, and playing with themselves. Bullshit, of course. They had the cameraman right there, and who knows who else watching. Besides, looking like that, you'd think it wouldn't be hard to find a strange dick to get hard, and fuck them, instead of being stuck with their vibrators, dildos, and fingers.
i knew that, even as i was reading the quotes. Some of them had stories too, but they looked so hot in the pictures. With quotes on them like "Wish you were here," dressed up in a red hat with a white puff on top for the holidays, and stripping down to red, and green underwear.
He never bought any with guys in them, because he liked to look at girls. Naughty dirty girls, sluts, and practically harlots, to judge them. Even while he was spilling his seed, he judged their parents, too. What kind of man lets his daughter do that? How could he shirk his duty, to teach them such lose morals, and how do they feel about all those men, abusing themselves, looking at the dirty pictures?
i did a little, but you have to understand, how many young girls want to get into porno, as soon as we turn 18? I thought it would be easy, but I barely even got any of the photos I sent looked at, before they got sent back. i guess it would have been nice to have the $100.00 prize they offered, if they used them in the Amateur magazines, but i failed at that too, and the rejection just made me feel even more like a loser than i already am, but what else am i going to do?
i can't get a real job, i don't have any experience, i don't even have my GED, so how am i supposed to pay for night classes? It's a Catch-22, only instead of fighting, and killing in a war, it's needing money to get a diploma, so you can get a job to make money. i feel bad for my boyfriend, Charley, because he only makes minimum wage, and I want him to move into a nicer apartment, get a car so we don't have to take the bus everywhere, but who am i to judge?
The best i could do was avoid getting knocked up, and have an abortion in high school, but it's easy, i guess. A lot easier then to find a pornographer that thinks you're special enough to give you a big break, make you a star. Don't get me wrong, i had offers, but they all turned out to be con-men, lying to get in your pants. Oh, i'll sleep with you to get the job? i've seen the casting couch videos, that doesn't make you any more attractive than the other thousand girls waiting in line after you.
i always knew i was born for it, to be a whore. A harlot, a cheap back alley hooker at that. Not a high class call girl, nor a gold digger. Just my luck, falling in love with a boy that's not much more successful then me, but i do love him. i tell him all the time, and it's not just pillow talk, but especially when other men look at me. He loves the way i dress, but he always gets so sad, whenever someone else notices, until i tell him how much i love him.
He finally said it back. Not just "Me too," but out of the blue, as soon as i got done washing the sperm out of my bra. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" He even came out of the plastic box they have him shut up in, so they don't get robbed. You know, the graveyard shift, but i said "Oh!" and ran up to jump in his arms. Hug, and kiss him right there by the chips, and snacks. How romantic? Well, i learned to settle for what i get, but not when it comes to love.
He put me down, and pulled at the collar, of his trench coat. i borrowed it, because it was chilly, and the news said it might rain again, but it didn't. The clouds kept going, and blew off, leaving the stars to shine through the ugly orange haze of the city lights, after a pretty nice sunset. i guess it's smog, i don't know, but he felt the dried cum stain on his jacket, and joked. "I guess you didn't need those rubbers after all." He kissed me again, and gave me a pat on the tush. "Well, the night is young," he looked up at the clock, "The lush rush is about to start, so you better get out there, but you might as well come home with me, to stay."
"You mean it? You want me to move in with you?"
"Of course, I want to marry you, but I can't afford a ring. Let alone the wedding you deserve."
"Oh, i don't care about that, i accept." i hugged him, but he pushed me off, and pointed out the door.
"I better get back to work, but as long as you're paying rent, you might as well move in."
"I better get back to work then, too!" I skipped out, with a ding, but it was just some fat old lady, and not a lesbian, neither. At least she shook her head no, when I said "Hey, miss? Uh, i just want a light, Jesus."
"Well, I don't smoke, and besides. It's dangerous so close to the gas tanks, and smoking is bad for you."
"So? You're not going to live forever, and look how not smoking kept you young and skinny, you fat old bitch!"
Yeah, go ahead, and judge me. Like i haven't heard it already, but if she was. i'm not a lez, or even bisexual either, but her money's just as good. Too bad she's just a frigid fat old prude, getting gas.
The lush rush is about to start, some drunk guys will be along shortly. At least one of them should be able to get it up, but I tore off a rubber, to save if for my man.
The only ring we really need.
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Author
All right, you pedants. She's not just a high school dropout, but she intentionally doesn't capitalize "I" because of her low self worth. In fact, it's a major motivating factor. She is an exhibitionist, histrionic, and a slut, but it literally makes her feel worth something. Even if it's just $50.00 for a strip tease, and soft-off tugger cumshot behind her boyfriend/fiancee's work for rent money.