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 ï>¿Megan & Kasey - Job Training by dlsloan

   CHAPTER 7: REPENTANCE

   Megan and Kasey, dressed in naughty schoolgirl outfits with red-framed
glasses, red chokers, and their hair in pigtails, crawled toward the
kitchen, following Mick and Harry's angry commands.  There was little doubt
that not only were they in store for some hard fucking, but probably some
additional punishment as well.  Megan secretly hoped for a good firm
spanking and maybe a bit of hair-pulling.  What had she become in such a
short time?  What had these men turned her into?  But she knew the truth
was this was who she was.  After all, she had come up with this whole idea
in the first place.  No one had turned her into anything she wasn't meant
to be.  She hoped the same was true for Kasey.  She hadn't forced Kasey
into anything, of course, but she couldn't help wonder if Kasey would have
ever stumbled down the path if Megan hadn't led the way.

   The girls crawled into the kitchen, side by side, expecting to see the
angry, fat, older men standing there with their cocks in one hand and
handcuffs, chains, or paddles in the other.  Instead, both men were fully
clothed, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms folded over their chests
and resting on their big round bellies.  They didn't look nearly as angry
as they had sounded.

   "Ah, the star pupils return," Harry chuckled.  He waggled his fat
fingers at them, motioning Kasey to stop in front of him.  "Assume your
positions.  On your knees."

   Kasey knelt in from of Harry and Megan knelt before Mick.  In nearly
perfect unison they both looked up the men and said, "May I please suck
your cock, sir?"

   The men both reached for their zippers.  The girls licked their lips.

   "Hungry little bitches aren't they?" Mick laughed.

   "They treat us like we're nothing but pieces of meat," Harry said,
feigning insult.

   Megan waited for the cock to appear or lecture to start.  Instead, Mick
said, "No thank you, Megan."

   "No thank you, Kasey," Harry said.

   The girls looked at each other quizzically.

   "Ah, our straight A students are stumped," Mick laughed.

   "They think they are the only little sluts in town," Harry shrugged.

   Wait, what was happening?  Had they found other women?  Other students
or just some random girls from some dating site?  Did Harry and Mick even
know how to do that?

   "Our balls have been properly drained this morning," Mick said.

   "Better than properly," Harry grunted.

   "True," Mick nodded.

   "Um, I'm happy to hear that, sir," Megan said, struggling to figure out
what to say or what to think.

   "I'm sorry we weren't here earlier," Kasey said, thinking maybe an
apology was the way to go.

   "Your body was of sufficient use last night," Harry said.  "Though we
shouldn't have had to come to you, now should we?"

   "No sir," Kasey said.

   "You know, it happens all the time," Harry said, talking to Mick now as
if the girls weren't even there.  "You give a pretty girl some good cock
and treat her right and tell her she's a good cocksucker and it goes
straight to their head.  No pun intended.  They think no one other girls
are as pretty, or as slutty, or as good at giving head as they are."

   "They take us for granted," Mick nodded.  "Happens all the time.  They
go off with other men, take trips, spend special moments with their mom" --
he looked right into Megan's eyes when he said that -- "and expect us to
hold our wads and be here on our knees thanking them when they come back."

   "Plenty of other sluts in the sea," Harry shrugged.

   "Maybe walking around with our cum in their bellies right now," Mick
laughed.

   "Definitely a nutritious breakfast," Harry laughed.

   Mick looked back at the girls.  "So, when you say you're sorry, are you
sorry for the way you treated us or are you sorry that you missed out on
your nutritious breakfast?"

   "They like our breakfast bars," Harry nodded, grabbing his crotch.

   "I do like your, um, breakfast bar," Megan said, looking up at Mick. 
"I'm sorry that I missed out on it and that I let you down.  You're both
wonderful teachers and I forgot all that you taught me."

   "Me too," Kasey said.  "Well, not forgot, but I guess took it for
granted.  Thought we had it all figured out and had learned all we needed
to learn."

   "What did you learn now?" Mick said.

   "That we aren't irreplaceable," Kasey said.

   "What else?" Harry asked.

   "That we need to remember our priorities," Megan said.  "We lost sight
of who we are and are meant to be."

   "I'm glad to hear you say that," Mick said, patting Megan on the head
like a little puppy.  "Because, even though Harry and I are taken care of,
there is much work that you both need to do.  We aren't the only ones
you've neglected.  You are going to be very busy."

   "Yes sir," Megan said.  "I'm sure Mr.  Rothman has some follow up work
he needs me to do after our trip."

   "Mr.  Rothman is taking a little break from you two this week," Mick
said.  "He had his fun."

   "Too much," Harry said.  "He did some things with you that aren't part
of the deal.  I know you performed well, but he took sharing you with
others to extremes.  He's on probation and he understands."

   Megan was impressed that Mick and Harry had the power to shut down an
executive like Rothman.  She respected them as her elders and as kind
neighbors, but this show of authority made her tingle a bit inside.

   "I know I owe some time to Jackson and Darrell," Kasey said.

   "Yes, you do," Harry said.  "And you both owe time to Quigley.  You've
been skimping on your intern duties at his shop."

   "And Megan, I think considering the fun that your dad is having with
Kasey here, it would only be fair if you did the same for Mr.  Granderson,
don't you?"

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "We, um, actually talked a little about that."

   "Oh did you?" Mick said.  "You two are thinking for yourselves now,
huh?"

   "We do have two smart little sluts here," Harry said.

   "And I like that," Mick nodded.  "I really do.  But after this morning,
I have to say the old line about liking them young, dumb, and full of cum
is pretty accurate too."

   Both men laughed at their inside joke, leaving the girls to wonder more
about the events of this morning.

   "All kidding aside," Harry said, "you two need to understand what you
did wrong.  We know that you aren't going to be with us forever.  That's
not the training you asked for.  But you need to understand that as long as
you are training with us, your primary responsibility is to us.  That means
you check in with us a minimum of twice a day -- morning and night -- even
if you're literally all tied up on a business trip or are busy seducing
your best friend's father."

   Megan didn't bother to ask how she was supposed to check in while she
was tied up.  That wasn't their point and she knew it.

   "Yes, sirs," she said.  "I understand.  We failed to meet our
commitment. You're committed to us and we need to be just as committed to
you."

   "Exactly," Mick said.  "So, now that we've covered what you did wrong,
we do want to evaluate what you did correctly.  First, Kasey, wonderful job
of seducing Michael.  It seems like you helped him find his natural
dominance.  You did a masterful job of taking the initiative and utilizing
Jackson and Darrell to assist you."

   "And Megan, you were definitely put to the test by Mr.  Rothman," Harry
said.  "He told us about the outfits you wore in public and the multiple
tasks -- both bound and not -- that you performed to make the deal a
success.  He told us about your little blowjob rivalry with that assistant,
what was her name?"

   "Mao," Megan said, thinking about Mao's unique oral skills.

   "Yes, Mao," Harry said.  "It sounds like she's quite the impressive
cock-sucker.  You probably know this from your athletic careers, but now
you're seeing it in your new line of work.  No matter how good you are,
there is always someone who is better.  You can never relax, never think
that you can't get better, that there isn't competition.  Whatever path you
choose to take after this training, you will always have to fight to keep
what you've earned.  There's always another pretty girl ready to get on her
knees in order to have what you have."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.

   "You're right, sir," Kasey added.

   "Good, so your plan for the day is this," Harry said.  "Kasey, you were
going to repay Darrell and Jackson, but you're kind of joined with Michael
right now.  Since he's not in on this whole training, it's hard for us to
pull you away from that.  So, you'll go home and spend the day with him. 
On the off chance he has plans other than playing with you all day, you'll
contact us and we'll re-assign you."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said.

   "Megan, you will take Kasey's chores and spend time with Darrell and
Jackson today.  They already know about this change and are looking forward
to it.  They have a plan already and Darrell will pick you up here in about
15 minutes.  What you are wearing now should be fine, but if they want to
pick up other outfits, they can do so at your house or Kasey's."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.

   "Kasey, Michael already knows about you and Megan working at Quigley's
store.  Tell him you need to be at the store at 7 p.m.  for a special event
that Quigley is hosting.  Megan, Darrell and Jackson will have you there by
8 as well.  You will both work for Mr.  Quigley until the event is over at
11 p.m.  At that time, he will take you both home.  Megan, you will go to
Kasey's house and vice versa.  You will both check in with us during that
drive and we will let you know of any changes in your schedule."

   Both girls demonstrated their understanding of the plan.  Kasey kissed
both men on the cheek and hugged Megan before hurrying out the door, hoping
to get home before Michael woke up.  Megan waited with Mick and Harry for
Darrell to pick her up.  She wanted to ask them about the morning's events,
but knew it wasn't the place nor the time.  They hadn't told her for a
reason.  She would wait and wonder.  And probably worry.

   Kasey had told Megan about how Darrell and Jackson had helped her, and
Megan was happy to pay Kasey's debt.  Jackson was fun and it was
interesting to be with someone her own age once in a while.  And Darrell
was also one of the few men involved in the training not old enough to be
her father -- or grandfather.  He was nice too.  She figured they would
both have a lot of energy and be a lot of fun.  It wasn't clear to her if
she would be with both of them at the same time, or if she would spend a
portion of her day with each of them.  She could have asked Mick and Harry
while she waited, but she sensed they weren't in the mood for questions. 
Despite the fact that they had apparently both received some quality
ball-draining this morning, their general displeasure with her and Kasey
was palpable.  She felt it best to keep her mouth shut unless one of them
changed their minds about a blowjob.  She kind of hoped they would, just to
reassure her that they still needed her, but they seemed maddeningly
content.

   She looked out the window and saw Darrell drive up, the usual pizza
delivery sign that often sat atop his car wasn't there.  He was off duty at
this time of day, of course.  He had free time and a pretty girl to spend
it with.  Megan said goodbye to Mick and Harry and skipped out the door and
down the driveway where Darrell waited, holding the passenger door open for
her.  His eyes popped as he saw her in her tiny outfit and she smiled at
the silent compliment.  She pecked him on the cheek and slid into the car,
happy to let her schoolgirl skirt slide up and show that she wasn't wearing
any panties.  He took a moment to appreciate the view, then closed the door
and got in on the driver's side.

   "You look beautiful as always," he said as he started the car and drove
off.

   "Thank you, sir," Megan smiled.  "Um, I didn't know about this when I
dressed this morning.  If you would like me to wear something else..."

   "You look perfect," Darrell said.  He was wearing a pair of khaki
shorts, tennis shoes, and a loose blue button down shirt that did a good
job of hiding his slightly pudgy body.  His thinning hair made him look a
bit older than he was, but Megan found him oddly attractive.  Perhaps it
was his natural friendliness.  He wasn't handsome but he had a nice smile
and a genuine manner about him.  Oh, she knew first hand he could get into
some hard sex just like any of the others, but he was no Rothman.  He
wouldn't play mind games with her.  She didn't know him well, but she knew
that much.

   "If we are going to be driving for very long, I would be happy to suck
your cock while you drive, sir," Megan said, remembering her manners.  She
also took pleasure in knowing that her offer always sounded genuine,
because it always was.  She genuinely wanted to suck his cock if that was
his wish.

   "That is very tempting," Darrell grinned.  "But it's almost time for
class."

   "What class, sir?" Megan asked.

   Darrell explained, as his finger felt under Megan's skirt, that he was
taking online business courses with a goal of owning his own business
someday soon.

   "That's really great!" Megan said sincerely.  "I'm really impressed. 
You'll be a great business owner.  I'd work for you!"

   "Careful, I might take you up on that," Darrell smiled.  "Anyway, during
this class, all the students have to have their cameras on so the professor
can see that we're online and participating.  But I don't want to waste my
time with you, so we will have some fun with you out of view of the
camera."

   "This sounds like fun!" Megan giggled.  "Do you want me crawl under the
desk and suck your cock?  Or play with myself and strip for you?  I'll
tease you 'til you burst!"

   "Probably so," Darrell smiled.  His fingers were now brushing against
her pussy lips.  "Just be sure you're in the right place when I do bust.  I
rent an apartment right now and I can't afford to lose my deposit because
of a bunch of cum stains on the carpet."

   "I promise I'll catch and swallow every precious drop," Megan grinned.
As if to prove her point, she took his hand and gently pulled it away from
her pussy and stuck his fingers in her mouth.  "Just a little appetizer,"
she smiled, then bit her lip.

   "Teasing started early," he grinned.  "Works for me.  Oh, my apartment
is kinda small and not that great.  I know you don't care, but I am really
working on getting this degree so I can get a better job and a house."

   "You're right that I don't care what your apartment is like, but I do
care that you're working so hard," Megan said.  "It's really impressive. 
You deserve a lot of credit."

   "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're sucking up to your future
boss," Darrell grinned, squeezing her pussy mound.

   "I hope that's OK, sir," Megan said seductively.  "I've been told I'm
good at it."

   "It's been so long, I don't remember," he responded, grinning at his
shot at her recent disobedience and neglect of the group members.

   "I'll be happy to refresh your memory, sir," Megan said, licking her
lips seductively.  "As your future assistant, it's my duty to remind you of
important things.  Am I correct that having your balls drained on a regular
basis is considered important?"

   "Extremely," Darrell said, his voice deep with lust now.  His cock was
hard and he ached to skip class and spend the next hour dumping copious
amounts of cum down Megan's throat.  But he was serious about his class and
his small business ownership goals.  He had come too far to blow it now, he
thought, chuckling in his head at his own Freudian slip.  Besides, he had
plenty of time with Megan today.  Waiting a little longer would only make
it that much more special.

   He remained silent the rest of the way, his right hand toying with her
nipples as they pulled into the lot of the small apartment complex.  The
complex consisted of three buildings, each with four apartments -- two on
the bottom floor and two on top.  His top floor apartment was easily
accessible via a set of interior stairs.  He would have loved to show her
off to the neighbors, but this time of day, there was no one around. 
Nonetheless, he had her walk up the stairs in front of him as he enjoyed
the view up her little skirt, using his phone to capture the slow, sexy
walk on video.

   Once inside, he took her in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth,
his hands groping her ass.  She hugged and kissed him back, feeling his
passion as well as his bulge pressing against her belly.  She could sense
his urgency, his need.  How special was it for her to be there to give him
what he needed?  She was so fortunate, she thought.  She reached for his
crotch, but he grabbed her wrist.

   "Not yet," he grunted as if he hated saying the words.

   "Sorry, sir," she said softly, kissing his ear.

   "It's OK," he laughed.  "You can't help being such a good little slut.
But I can't trust you to be a good girl for the next hour.  I don't think
you can keep your hands off me."

   "I can't, sir," she agreed.  "I can't keep my lips off you either."

   "Well, that's why I have to do this," he said, walking away toward a
table filled with various toys and devices.  "I know you were tied up a lot
during the past couple of days and probably want a little break, but I have
to keep you from causing trouble.  It's only for an hour."

   "Oh, please, sir," Megan said.  "I'll be a good girl.  I promise." She
really didn't mind being tied up again, but sensed that begging for him to
have mercy on her was something he would like to hear.  His acknowledgement
that she had been tied up a lot lately suggested that he was both sorry for
her and anxious to see her in bonds himself.  He wanted her to want him
more than he wanted her, so she played the role, hoping that her instincts
were correct.

   "I wish I could believe you," he said, proving her right.  "But with
your body on display for everyone, your pussy already dripping wet, and
your nipples as hard as my cock, I know the truth.  What did you have for
breakfast?"

   "Um, I didn't," she said, not sure where this was going.

   "Then I know you're lying to me," he chuckled.  "Haven't even had your
daily dose of cock and cum yet."

   "It's the breakfast of champions, you know," Megan said, playing along
with the joke now.

   "Champion cock-suckers," he laughed.  He was sorting through the items
on his table and being mindful of the clock, as it was nearing class time.
"I bet this is the longest you've gone without a cock inside you since you
started this school."

   He saw Megan's mind working, then the look of realization on her face.
She thought it really was the longest she had gone -- Meeks had been last
evening.  She slept with no one and fucked no one so far today.

   "I knew it," he laughed again.  "You're a cum-addicted little slut going
through withdrawals.  As you can see, I'm doing this for your own good."

   She started to speak but Darrell put a ball gag in her mouth, then tied
her wrists together with a scarf.  His laptop sat on a coffee table in
front of a couch.  He directed her to sit on the end of the couch next to
where he would be sitting for his class.  He then had her lay down on her
back.  He brought her bound hands over her head and secured them via a
bungee cord from the leg of the couch to the scarf around her wrists.  He
pushed her legs over her head so her high heels were alongside her head. 
He used two more scarves to loosely tie her ankles to the bungee cord.  The
tension was sufficient enough to hold her legs and arms in place, but gave
her some freedom of motion and ability to stay relatively comfortable. 
This position also allowed him a great view of her face, tits, pussy and
ass, the latter two also being well within reach when he sat in front of
his laptop.





   "Now, be a good girl and I might make you feel good during class," he
smiled down at her.  "And if you're really, good, well, I'll give you all
you can handle of this." He pulled his stiff cock out and brushed it over
her face, slapping her cheeks and forehead with it and rubbing his balls in
her hair.  There was a drop of pre-cum on the tip, so he wiped it off in
her hair and put his cock back in his shorts.

   He took a couple of pictures and a quick video of her, then he put a
small box of toys on the floor next to him, got a cup of ice and a bottle
of water and sat down.  He put on his headset, using this as the audio
device for the class rather than allowing the computer microphone to pick
up any squeals or moans from his tormented toy.  He was able to see a
preview of what the laptop's camera was seeing before he joined the class.
He made sure that Megan's delicious body was out of sight, then clicked the
"Join" button to enter the virtual classroom.

   As he waited for the other members of the class to join and the
professor to start the class, he reached over and stroked Megan's bare ass
cheeks and the backs of her thighs, then the insides.  Her legs trembled,
but he knew it wasn't from fatigue.  He glanced back at the screen, making
sure he was on mute for now, and touched his fingers to her pussy lips.  He
stroked them gently and she squirmed, the bungee cord and soft scarves
allowing her to move and wiggle without pain.

   He cupped his hand over her pussy, feeling her warmth.  He pinched the
fat pussy lips between his thumb and index finger, wiggling them back and
forth.  He removed his hand as the professor started talking.  He kept a
notebook and pen next to him.  Mostly he found that if he just listened
attentively, he didn't have to take a lot of notes to pass the tests.  But
he did like to jot down ideas as particular announcements during the class.
The professor encouraged discussion and some of his classmates had good
ideas.  He sipped some of his water then, eyes still on the screen,
casually pressed an ice cube into Megan's pussy.  She moaned and squirmed.
He snuck a quick glance to make sure she was OK, then stuffed his thumb
inside her, making sure the ice cube stayed where it belonged until it
melted.  What flowed out of her was thicker than water and he knew her
pussy was responding, her own thick sweet juices mixes with the melted
cube. What an amazing cocktail that would make, he thought.  Just add a
little gin, maybe.

   He stuffed two fingers inside her, slowly pumping her pussy.  With her
hands and legs out of the way, her perfect little cunt was completely
exposed, the ideal toy every many needed to occupy idle hands and dirty
minds.  "Stress balls got nothing on a pretty, wet pussy," he thought.

   He didn't finger her hard enough to make her cum.  Just enough to make
her wet and warm.  "All hot and bothered," he liked to say.  His cock was
hard but he was too focused on playing with her and listening to the
lecture to let it distract him.  He could wait.  That was the value of
being a little older student -- he had patience, focus, and defined goals.
As tempting as she was, Megan could wait.  Or so he thought.  His slow,
gentle massage of her pussy was having more of an effect than he thought.
She was arching her back and grinding her hips toward him.  Fuck, if she
needed it that bad, he'd give it to her.

   He reached down and picked up a dildo from the box, careful to make sure
it and the hand that held it remained out of view of the camera.  He also
picked up a small bottle of lube and, keeping his attention on the computer
screen, sloppily squirted it over her pussy, thighs, and ass cheeks, not
caring about what this might do to his old couch.  Any stains from Megan
would welcome memories.

   The professor paused to pull up a short video for the class, and Darrell
took advantage of the chance to look away, quickly stuffing more than half
of the 8-inch dildo into Megan's glistening pussy.  She groaned through the
gag.  It was a happy noise, he knew.  This girl loved sex in all its forms.
He was not a mean person nor one eager to use women.  He loved and
respected women.  So knowing how much she loved this -- being bound, put on
display, dressing like a slut and being used like one as well -- allowed
him to fully enjoy this experience, guilt-free.  He wouldn't harm her, but
he sure would use her and he knew she would enjoy almost as much as he
would.  Whatever this journey she was on was leading to, she had picked the
right path.  She was made for this, not only physically, but emotionally
and mentally as well.  He believed it was important to find your true
calling to learn where you fit.  If you did that, things like jobs and
finances and friends and all that would take care of themselves.  Megan had
found that calling.  She just had to be careful to find the right fit and
not be taken advantage of.  If she did that, there was no doubt in his mind
that she would have a very full and happy life filled with lots of
adventures.

   These thoughts were in his head as he slowly pumped the dildo in and out
of her, teasing her to another slow build, stoking the flame inside that
hot pussy of hers.  The professor had shared a video about the importance
for entrepreneurs and aspiring business owners such as those in this class
to find not only a business that had a market, but also a business that
they had some genuine interest and knowledge it.  To be successful, you had
to love or at least like what you were doing.  That would carry you through
the slow days, the challenges, and your customers would see your expertise
and passion shine through.  That was how you developed a loyal customer
base.  But, the professor cautioned, the hidden challenge was finding
employees and partners who shared your vision, your passion, your depth of
caring about the business.  It was important to recruit the right partners
and employees and to invest as much in them as you did in the business
itself.

   Darrell thought about Rothman and Megan.  From what he had heard,
Rothman hadn't valued Megan, even though she was important in finalizing
the deal with that company in Texas.  She had been used as a tool for both
the company's success and his own pleasure, but was not valued as a
long-term partner or even employee.  She had been willing to give
everything she had to show her dedication to the company and to his
personal success and pleasure and, while he hadn't harmed her, he hadn't
valued or respected her either.  He didn't hate Rothman for that.  The
temptations and opportunities with a girl like Megan were many.  It wasn't
easy to be restrained with a girl like her.  It was tempting to push the
limits and see just how far she would let you go and how much she would
enjoy it.  He'd never heard her truly complain.  What would it take to make
her complain?  He wasn't sure he wanted to find out.  He had no desire to
harm her nor take advantage of her obedience and overwhelming desire to
please.  In a way, she had the characteristics not only for a perfect
girlfriend, but also an ideal employee or partner.  He had been joking with
her before about her working for him, but sex or no, he would be lucky to
have an employee like her.  She would give everything she had to the
success of the business.

   During the discussion portion at the end of the class, Darrell wanted to
ask what the professor thought about all this.  He looked over at his
little captive.  Her pussy, thighs, and ass were a slick, shiny mess of
lube and her own juices.  It was as inviting as a pool on a scorching
summer day.  He wanted to dive in.  He would soon.  She would be screaming
and creaming and he would fill her with cock and cum.  For now, though, she
was relatively quiet, whimpering softly like a kitten, her sounds filled
with equal parts pleasure and need.  He took the risk of turning on his
mic.

   "So what happens if you find an employee or partner who's more
passionate about the business than you are?" he asked.  "What if they will
literally do anything to please a customer, close a deal, or prove their
loyalty to the business?"

   "In that unique case," the professor said, "you count your blessings. 
You figure out what it takes to make them happy and feel valued.  The last
thing you want to do is take them for granted.  Employees or partners like
that are incredibly rare.  They can be the secret behind your success. 
And, if you take them for granted, they can be the reason for your
failure."

   Darrell thought about Rothman being temporarily suspended from the
school.  He was still successful, but he wasn't with Megan or Kasey and he
had put himself on thin ice in terms of his long-term status with the
school.  Why?  Because he took Megan for granted.  Darrell vowed in that
moment that, given the same opportunity, he would never make the same
mistake.

   "Take care of the people who take care of you," the professor continued.
"I get the feeling that you are talking about someone specific, Darrell. 
Are you fortunate enough to have such an employee in mind?"

   "Well, I have to start my business first," Darrell laughed, "but yeah, I
think I know someone who would do just about anything I needed to make
things work."

   "Hold onto her, then," the professor grinned.  Darrell hadn't indicated
that the person he spoke of was male or female.  How had the professor
known?  Or had he just assumed?  Darrell supposed he tipped it off with his
own words.  He wondered what Megan thought about what he'd said.  Or if
she'd even heard it in her sex-fogged brain.

   Megan had indeed heard him.  As much as she wanted this class to end so
he could give her a proper fucking and make her cum a few times, she loved
what he said.  She hadn't heard the professor, of course, as Darrell's
headphones blocked that out.  But she had heard Darrell and she was
confident he was talking about her and her earlier comment about working
for him someday.  It was really sweet.  Sure, he had her tied up and
exposed and was pumping her pussy with a lube-covered dildo, but he was
still sweet.  He would make a great boss.  She genuinely hoped he would be
a successful businessman.  He would care about his employees and customers.
That was a business she would support -- or yes, even work for.  She
wondered what her job description would be.  How would he evaluate her
performance?  She giggled through the gag at this thought.

   Darrell heard her laugh and was stunned at how much she was enjoying
this.  Sure, plenty of women got into role play and bondage, but Megan had
been tied up and teased for an hour now.  She had to be sore and
frustrated. But she wasn't.  She was giggling.  What a special young woman
she was.

   While he enjoyed the conversation with the professor and teasing Megan
for the past hour, Darrell was very happy when the class came to an end. 
He slammed shut his laptop, tossed aside his headphones, and stripped off
his clothes.  He pulled the dildo out of her pussy and the gag out of her
mouth.  He left her bonds in place as he climbed onto the couch, pointing
his cock at her smoldering pussy.  "I can't wait any longer," he said. 
"Can you?"

   "No, sir," Megan said.  "Please make me cum, sir."

   Darrell couldn't tease or play anymore.  There was no more talking.  He
plunged into her welcoming pussy, which surrounded his pulsing cock with
its velvety heat.  Darrell had been on edge since he found out early this
morning that this was going to happen.  That ramped up in the car and then
on the couch during class.  He wasn't going to last long and he didn't
care. The sooner he knocked this first one out, the sooner he could recover
and be ready for another round.  He kissed Megan hard on the mouth and
squeezed her firm tits in his hands while he plowed into her with deep,
frantic thrusts.  Like the equally horny slut she was, Megan responded in
kind to his kisses and met his thrusts, arching her back and driving her
hips as much as her restraints would allow.  She knew he would get off fast
but she didn't know how much more attention he would pay to her pussy in
the next round -- he, like every man, enjoyed a good blowjob after all --
so she ground and thrust and beat him to the punch, cumming in a rush of
joy and ecstasy.  He felt her orgasm underneath him and her fluids around
his cock.  She gasped and her eyes rolled back as he lunged deeper.  He
came deep inside her, his cock remaining hard, urgently thrusting well
after the last drops of cum had spilled into her.  When he finally began to
soften, his muscles relaxed and he eased off her.  He got up and walked
around the end of the couch, standing over her, holding his wet cock over
her face.  She opened her mouth and cleaned him, tasting the mix of juices
before happily swallowing them.

   "Thank you, sir," she gasped.  "That was wonderful.  I really needed
that.  You did too, didn't you, sir?"

   "Yes, I did," he said, beginning to untie her.  "When it's been a few
days, the first one is always like that."

   "I'm sorry it's been a few days," Megan pouted.  "You need to be taken
care of every day."

   "If you're applying for the job, you're hired," he grinned as she slowly
stood up.  She stretched her muscles and worked out the cramps, without a
hint of complaint.

   "Oh yeah?" she teased.  "How do you know I would be a good employee, you
know, like the one you talked about in class?  That sounded really smart
and, like, I don't know, kinda sweet.  I would definitely work for a boss
like that."

   "That's how I know you would be a good employee," Darrell grinned. 
"That attitude right there.  Attitude is the main thing an employer is
looking for -- at least a smart employer.  The right attitude makes all the
difference."

   "Hmm, so if I applied for a job with you, all you would be interested in
is my, um, attitude?" Megan teased, running her hands down her body and
biting her lip.

   "Well, there are always extenuating circumstances," Darrell laughed.  "I
mean, there are certain skills required for every job.  And education,
training, you know."

   "Yeah, I know," Megan smiled.  "I'm in training right now, you know? 
Think it will look good on my resume?"

   "I think, with your training and attitude, you will have your pick of
jobs.  What do you want to do?"

   "I just want to work for someone who is nice and caring and passionate
about what they do," Megan said honestly.  "If they are good to their
employees and customers and providing a good service, then I think I would
enjoy most any job."

   "So you're saying you don't want to work for Rothman forever," Darrell
laughed.

   "I, uh, I didn't say...," Megan stammered.  She didn't know what to say.
She didn't even know how she felt about Rothman.  He intrigued her.  Yes,
he was demanding and didn't really seem to care about anyone but himself,
but she still found herself wanting to earn his praise and approval.  The
more she failed him, the more she cared and, seemingly, the meaner he got.
But Darrell, now he was a man who was easier to please and there was
something very rewarding about that too.  "I just, you know, like being
with someone who is passionate and works hard and demands a lot, but also
appreciates a lot too."

   "Sorry, didn't mean to put you on the spot."

   "It's OK, sir," she smiled.  "Um, do mind if I put you on the spot?"

   "What do you mean?'

   "Well, um, I was, uh, well, wondering about the Mick and Harry," Megan
said.  "Who, well, you know, took care of them this morning?"

   "Ah, jealousy looks good on you, my dear," Darrell laughed.  "Others
look petty when they're jealous.  You?  No, you're not petty.  You're
competitive.  Maybe a little hurt, but mostly competitive.  I see that even
when Kasey's around.  Your best friend and you still want to beat her."

   "Sorry, sir," Megan said.  "I will try to be better.  I accept any
punishment you find appropriate."

   "I'm not going to punish you," he chuckled.  "At least not for that. 
No, I'm saying it's good that you're competitive.  Beats being petty any
day.  Makes you better, ya know.  Anyway, no I don't know who the girl was
this morning.  I mean not her name.  They just said she was a prospective
student.  Said she was sweet and eager, but that she was a lot different
from you and Kasey."

   "How so?" Megan asked, her curiosity getting the best of her now.

   "They said she wasn't smart like you too," Darrell said.  "They said she
was really nice but that her tits were bigger than her brains."

   Young, dumb and full of cum, Megan thought back to what Mick and Harry
had said.  Not very bright, potential student, sweet, big tits.  She knew
who it had to be.  It had to be April from the flower shop.  They had
hinted at recruiting her.  Apparently, in their frustration over being
overlooked, Mick and Harry had decided to take the initiative.  She
wondered how they went about it, what April thought.  She liked April. 
Sweet girl.  But Megan feared she was the sort who could be take advantage
of.  Not by Mick and Harry.  They wouldn't do that.  But, well, others
might be tempted to take advantage of a girl who didn't know any better.

   "You know who it is, don't you?" Darrell said, watching her expression.

   "I think so, sir," Megan said.  She went on to tell Darrell about April
and the flower shop.

   "Sounds like you're probably right," Darrell said.  "Does that bother
you?  You aren't going to be a student here forever you know."

   "I know," Megan said.  "It's all just a little scary.  How will I know
when I'm done with my training?  When will I be good enough?  When will I
know what I really want to do?"

   "Those answers will all come," Darrell assured her.  "Takes time though.
Look at me.  I'm just know figuring out what I want to do, and I've got a
few years on you, babe."

   "But you know what you want to do now and you're making it happen,"
Megan said in a chirpy voice as she assumed the role of his number one
cheerleader.  "What kind of business do you want to have?"

   "What kind of place do you want to work?" Darrell countered.

   "One where you're my boss," Megan grinned.

   "Well played," he smiled.  He walked to the kitchen and got them each a
water.  They both leaned against the counter, sipping their drinks.  "I
really like being around people and helping people.  I've thought about
owning an apartment complex like this someday, giving people who need a
place to stay a good home.  I mean, they would pay rent, but I would be a
good landlord.  I'd be fair and make sure things were fixed and clean.  Ya
know?"

   "You'd be a great landlord."

   "But I don't have near the money for that right now," he continued. 
"But I do have enough saved up for a down payment on a single building. 
I'm really thinking of opening a bar.  Just a simple neighborhood bar with
good food.  Something clean and classy, but not uppity.  A real,
come-as-you-are kind of place.  Maybe live music on the weekends, but
mostly a quiet, peaceful bar."

   "I love that idea," Megan said.  She was good now at telling men what
they wanted to hear, but she was sincere about this.  A bar suited Darrell
very well.  "Please, please let me work for you."

   "You're not even old enough to drink," he laughed.

   "I may not be old enough to drink alcohol, but I'm old enough to drink
other adult fluids," she teased, looking directly at his crotch.  "Sure
tastes better than water too," she said, scrunching her nose.

   "Assuming we could work around being old enough to serve, what
qualifications do you have to work in my bar?" he asked in a mock business
tone.

   "Well, sir, I would love to show you my resume if you would allow me
just a couple of minutes to find it," Megan said, playing along.  She
looked around for paper and Darrell gave her a pen and paper.

   "I'm going to make some sandwiches," he said.  "You prepare your resume
and we'll discuss it over lunch."

   "Yes, sir," Megan grinned.  She loved this kind of stuff.  Some of these
guys were so fun.  This would be better typed, of course, but her
penmanship was beautiful and she quickly wrote out a list of her
qualifications.  She remembered a few notes about how to write a resume
from one of a beginner business class she had taken last year.  But, of
course, she bent the guidelines and wrote what she wanted to write.  She
was having fun.

   After they ate their sandwiches, Darrell put on a tie and dress shirt
and dress pants.  He sat at the small dining table with Megan sitting
across from him, still in her ridiculously tiny schoolgirl outfit.

   "Nice to meet you, Megan," Darrell said beginning the mock interview. 
"I understand you're interested in working here."

   "Yes, sir," she said.  "I've heard great things about you and this bar."

   "I see, well why don't you tell me a little about yourself," Darrell
said.

   "Well, I recently graduated from high school," Megan said.  "I was an
honor student, a cheerleader, and a varsity athlete.  I'm very energetic, a
hard worker, and fast learner."

   "Impressive," he nodded.  "I see you chose an interesting outfit for our
interview today."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said, standing up and turning around slowly to give
him a good look.

   "Do you think that's appropriate attire for a job interview?"

   "Well, I know some of the bars like the waitresses to wear little
outfits and it's pretty normal being so close to the beach and everything,"
Megan said.  "I just wanted to show you that I'm OK with whatever uniform
you want me to wear."

   "Well, that makes sense," Darrell said.  "Very impressive forethought.
So, other than being bright and comfortable with your body, what other
skills do you have that would help you with this job?  As a recent high
school graduate, I don't imagine you have much training or education
specific to the bar and restaurant industry."

   "That's true, sir," Megan said.  "But like I said, I'm a very quick
learner.  Also, as an athlete and cheerleader, I'm in very good shape.  I
can move quickly and be a very prompt and efficient server.  Also, being
thin helps me squeeze through crowds like I'm sure you have here."

   Darrell nodded, smiling.  He was enjoying this little role play too,
though he was more than ready for round two.  She needed a shot of cum to
rinse down that sandwich.

   "That's all very good," he said.  "But since you're not old enough to
serve alcohol, I can't put you behind the bar or bring any alcohol to a
table.  I think you might be a good fit as a hostess, though."

   "I can do that!" Megan beamed.  "I'm a people person.  I make people
feel welcome and happy."

   "Do you have any hospitality training or skills?"

   "I'm not sure if you call it hospitality, exactly, but I did some
training in, well, what you might call customer service," Megan said.  "I
mean, I wouldn't be paid for it.  So I guess it would be hospitality or
something like that.  Um, maybe it's best if I show you my resume and you
can see what I mean, sir."

   He looked at her the handwritten paper and smiled as he read it:
Name: Megan Brandt
Age: 18
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120
Eyes: Green
Measurements: 32-24-34 (B cup)
Hair Color: Brunette (on my head only; bare everywhere else -- will

prove if asked) Education: High School Graduate; Honor Student and top 10
percent of my class Activities: Cheerleading and tennis Additional
Education/Training: First student ever at School for Sluts
Skills/Talents/Experience: Exhibitionism, cock-sucking, cum-swallowing,
deep-throating, modeling, exhibitionism, oral, anal, group sex, bondage,
role playing
Strengths: Flexibility including various types of splits; perfectionist;
very tight pussy
Weaknesses: Don't know how to say no; always horny

   More about me: I'm naturally submissive and eager to please. References
available upon request, or, if asked, I am happy to demonstrate any or all
of my skills and training.

   "This is a very impressive resume," Darrell said.  "How do you think
this set of skills you have acquired will make you a good employee?"

   "Well, I think running a bar can be stressful," Megan said, licking her
lips seductively.  "A man needs a way to release some of that tension. 
I've been told that I'm, well, sort of built for that particular purpose.
In fact, I bet doing all these interviews is stressful, isn't it?  Maybe I
could help you relax and show you some of my talents at the same time?  I
wouldn't expect you to trust what's on a piece of paper."

   "I do like to be thorough," he said.  "I believe you're a good little
cock-sucker, but you'll have to prove to me the part about deep-throating
and cum-swallowing."

   "With pleasure, sir," Megan said.  Darrell stood up, leaning against the
kitchen counter while Megan knelt before him.  She looked up at him, her
training now a habit, and he put his cock to her lips.

   "Just the head first," he said.  "Slow and steady.  When it's time for
deep-throating, you'll know."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  She opened her mouth just enough for the tip of
her tongue to join her soft wet lips in giving his cock a sweet kiss on the
head.  She flicked her tongue across the tip as his cock hardened quickly
to her touch.

   As she demonstrated her flawless technique on his head, shaft, and
balls, Darrell looked down at her, noticing how attentive and diligent she
was in her work.  She maintained frequent eye contact and paid attention to
what made his cock twitch or his breath catch in his throat.  She used her
tongue and lips equally well and was gentle with his balls.  She was in no
rush.  She was happy to do this as long as he wanted.  She didn't try to
push the pace by deep-throating or jerking on his cock.  She worked him at
the pace he wanted, letting him enjoy every second.  She took breaks,
holding his cock against her face or slapping it on her cheek.  She kissed
and sucked him lovingly, worshipping his cock and balls, pleased to be
kneeling before him.  This was no longer a role play.  This was Megan.  He
could see that.  He could picture this happening multiple times a day in
the bar he would own and she would help run.  He would displayer her in
skimpy outfits to lure in customers and sell shots.  He would let her
negotiate with vendors and suppliers to get the best deals, which would
naturally be oral agreements only.  He would use her body for his pleasure
at all hours, day and night, at work or at home.  With a woman like this by
his side or between his legs, he was sure to be a success.  Ah, if only it
would come true.

   Megan looked up at him and saw the wistful gaze in his eyes.  He was
looking at her lovingly and lustfully at the same time.  It turned her on.
She needed to please him, to give him the best blowjob of his life.  She
watched for signs of what he wanted her to do, but he answered that by
grabbing her pigtails and shoving his cock down her throat.  It was
facefucking, deepthroating time.  At this point, Megan went from doing
almost all the work to simply being a receptacle for his turgid cock.  She
relaxed her throat and kept her mouth open wide, mindful of her teeth.  She
had no problem controlling her gag reflex as his cock plunged deep into her
throat.  His balls mashed against her chin and she flicked her tongue out
to encourage them to fill her belly.  He put one hand on the back of her
head and pinched her nose with the other.  She looked up at him, letting
him see her face get red as she breathed in nothing but his cock.  She
sucked so hard, if his balls were full of air, she would be breathing
without effort.  Her eyes watered and her faced reddened as he continued to
choke her with his cock.  She wasn't worried, though.  He wouldn't go too
far.  Sure enough, he relented soon, pulling out and unpinching her nose.
He held his cock in front of her face, stroking it furiously.  The tip kept
bumping into her nose and lips.  She parted her lips and flicked her tongue
along his shaft and balls.  His first blast of cum splashed on her forehead
and nose, then he stuck his cock back in her mouth and emptied the rest of
his load there.  He told her to swallow and she did, eagerly.

   "Don't forget the stuff on your face," he said.  She gathered up the cum
on her face and scooped it into her mouth.

   "Yes, sir," she said.  "I'll get every drop, sir."

   "You're hired," he laughed.

   "Thank you so much, sir," she smiled as they finished their role play.
"You won't be sorry."

   Darrell stepped back and glanced at the clock.  Jackson's turn was
coming soon.

   ***

   While Megan was paying off Kasey's debts, Kasey was back on duty playing
sex therapist to Megan's dad.  She had returned home to find him gone.  She
found the note she had left him and he had scrawled on it with what looked
like hurried scribble "check your phone."

   Kasey looked at her phone and was dismayed to see that it was dead.  She
knew it was low this morning, but hadn't realized the battery had
completely died.  She put it on the charger and, soon, it had enough juice
for her to see the three missed calls and two text messages from Michael.
The first one said, "Are you there?" and the second read, "Text me when you
get my message." She listened to his message, in which Michael explained
the sudden change in circumstances.  She could hear the frustration in his
voice as explained that Rothman had called demanding he come in to work --
even though the office was closed today -- because there was much to do
after the great deal Rothman and Megan had finalized.  Michael told her to
relax and have fun and assured her he would be home as soon as possible --
hopefully by lunch time and definitely in time to take her to work.

   Kasey frowned, disappointed that her day was turned upside down and more
disappointed for Michael.  It made her happy that she could hear his desire
to be with her today in his voice, but that also made her sad that he was
being denied his playtime.  She texted him back letting him know she got
the message, apologized for missing his call, and then asked, "No one else
can see your phone, can they, sir?"

   A few minute later, he replied "No.  If you're thinking of sending what
I think you are, please proceed."

   What a gentlemanly way to say "send nudes", Kasey giggled.  She didn't
send nudes, but she did take a series of pictures of herself in her very
naughty schoolgirl outfit.  She pointed out her pigtails and asked if he
liked them and feigned innocence by asking why men called them "handles"
instead of "pigtails".

   He didn't respond for a while so she called Mick and Harry and let them
know what was happening.  She expected them to tell her to go to Jackson or
Darrell or to come back over and play with them.  Instead, they told her to
hold tight since there was no way to know when Michael would come home. 
"We think Rothman is pissed that we cut him off so he's playing some sort
of games right now, calling Michael in," Mick said.  "We're not sure what
he's up to.  Probably just being the brat he usually is -- "if I don't win,
I'm taking my ball and going home" -- but he could also be trying to expose
us.  He could tell Michael or Susan or something as a short-sighted way of
getting back at us.  So, it's best you just hang there until we know more.
Just be ready for work later and if Michael shows up, just act normal."

   "OK, thank you," Kasey said, pouting.  "I'm sorry I can't be, well, you
know, put to use today for anyone."

   "That's sweet," Mick said, "but trust me, you'll be put to use before
the day is over.  If nothing else, I'm sure Mr.  Quigley will be quite
happy to see you tonight."

   Just as she hung up the phone, she received a text from Megan saying
only "It was April!" and one from Michael saying "I'll show you later," in
response to her mock handle question.  She made a gif of herself stroking
an imaginary cock and shoving her tongue in her cheek, emulating a blowjob.
She sent it back to him and then responded to Megan with a "WTF!" and a
"How are you?" She didn't say anything about Michael or Rothman.  She
didn't want Megan to worry.  She had her hands -- and probably holes --
full and would need to stay focused on the various tasks at hand.  Kasey
only wished she could help.

   She waited for more communications from Mick, Harry, Megan, or Michael,
but none came.  She decided she might as well be productive so she went for
a run --- changing into shorts, sports bra, and tennis shoes -- and then
came home and put on a bikini to lay out and work on her tan.  It was a red
microkini, of course, barely covering her pussy lips and nipples and little
else.  Being fit, toned, and tan was something you had to commit to and she
wanted to make sure she looked her best for Michael, Quigley, and the
others.  At least she would be well rested and ready to put all her energy
into whatever they had in mind.

   She had been relaxing by the pool for nearly an hour, occasionally
taking a dip to cool off, frequently checking her phone for messages.  But
nothing.  She thought about April and what it did or didn't mean that she
had been with Mick and Harry.

   Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the gate.  She turned and
saw someone outside the gate.  It was a high fence so she could only see
the top of his head with a baseball cap that read "Petey's Pest Control".
She bit her lip and walked nervously toward the gate.  The man was calling
out "Hello there!  Anyone home?  It's pest control.  We had an appointment
for today."

   "Um, hello," Kasey answered, nearing the gate.  "You had an
appointment?"

   "Yes, it's that time of the month," the man chuckled.

   "Oh, um, I didn't know," Kasey said.  "Mister, um," she decided it best
not to let him know that she didn't live here....  "my parents aren't home
right now.  Can you come back later?"

   "Sorry, no can do," the man said politely.  "We have a pretty tight
schedule on the weekends -- lots of people schedule when they will be
available you know.  If I can't do it today, it will probably be another
week or two before I can work you back in."

   "OK, no problem.  Give me one second to call my dad, OK?"

   "Of course, honey."

   Kasey walked around to the other side of the yard and called Michael,
fearing he wouldn't answer.  Fortunately he did.

   "What is it?" he asked.  He could tell from his tone that he wasn't
alone.  Then she heard Rothman's voice in the background and knew for sure.
She quickly explained about the pest control and Michael assured her that
yes, that was the right company and the right schedule and that they were
very trustworthy.  It was OK to let them in.  They usually took about 15
minutes to check the house and spray and that was it.  It was all paid for
via contract.  She would have to do nothing but let him in and then sign a
paper when he left.

   "Got it.  Thank you, sir," she said.  She hung and jogged over the gate,
opening it and letting the man in.  "Sorry about that.  Can't be careful
these days, you know."

   "No problem at all," the man said, trying not to ogle the nearly naked
young woman in front of him.  He had seen plenty of beautiful, scantily
clad women on this job and had been teased and seduced by naughty coeds or
lonely housewives, but none who matched the beauty and sheer sexiness of
this hottie.  With a body like that, why would she be so scantily dressed
in front of a stranger?  Then again, with a body like that, why wouldn't
she?  "Um, my name is Ronald.  I just need to spray and check things out.
I'll be in and out in no time."

   "Of course, sir," Kasey said, letting him in the back door.  "I'll stay
out of your way."

   Ronald was in his late 30s or early 40s, Kasey guessed.  He had a long
full head of dark brown hair.  He was tall -- definitely over 6 feet -- and
mostly a fit, with only a hint of beer gut beginning to develop.  He had a
handsome face with a big nose and friendly, white-toothed smile.  He was
what you would consider a hot dad, she thought.  He probably had been quite
the hunk in his younger days and she imagined he spent a lot of time on the
beach, showing off a tall athletic body that lured in a fair assortment of
attractive beach bunnies.  He wasn't the sort that made you swoon, but he
was attractive for sure.  He had blueish gray eyes, a few wrinkles that
looked more like they were caused by the sun than by age.  He was dressed
in a work uniform consisting of navy work pants and a button-down short
sleeve shirt.

   She got him a bottle of water and, as he took it, she noticed his hands.
They looked strong and a bit rough.  He hadn't spent a lot of time behind a
desk.  Also, she noticed that he wore no ring.

   "How long have you been working for the pest control company?" she
asked.

   "Long time," he chuckled after he thanked her for the water and took a
long swig.  "Worked here in high school.  My dad owned it.  Anyway, he
retired a few years ago so I took over.  During the week I'm in the office
most of the time, but on weekends I like to get out.  I like helping out my
workers and meeting our customers like you.  Let me guess, you're in
college and home for the summer."

   "Actually, I'm taking some classes now," Kasey smiled, thinking about
her unusual "school." "But I'm able to do most of it from home."

   "Very impressive," he said.  "Well, um..."

   "Megan," she said, realizing he was asking for her name.  She gave him
Megan's because she had already told him that Michael and Susan were her
parents.

   "Nice to meet you, Megan."

   "Nice to meet you, sir," she said.  "Um, I'll be outside unless you..."

   "Actually, if you wouldn't mind showing me around the house," he said.
"It helps me make sure I don't miss anything and provides peace of mind for
you that I'm not snooping around our taking anything."

   "Oh, um, well I trust you, but sure, I understand," Kasey said. 
"Upstairs, main floor or basement first?"

   "I always like to start in the basement, if you don't mind," he smiled.

   Kasey led the way down the stairs to the basement and stood aside as
Ronald did his work.  She wished she had more clothes on, but she could
tell from a few of his glances that Ronald didn't mind.  She also suspected
that the question about school was to find out how old she was.  If she was
in college, well, then she was old enough for him to be looking.  She was
nervous but not worried.  He seemed very nice and professional and he
clearly had a lot of work to do.  He might enjoy a few peeks while he was
here, but she didn't think he would risk anything more than that.

   She did notice him holding his phone up behind her as she led the way
back upstairs.  Whether he was shooting video or taking pics, she pretended
not to notice.  It was flattering that this handsome older man was
attracted to her.  Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that she was barely
clothed after all.  In a way, it felt good that her appearance could
brighten this hard-working man's day.

   "Let's do the main floor next," Ronald said as they neared the top of
the stairs and he stopped recording.  "Start with the garage, maybe?"

   "Sure," Kasey smiled.  "This way."

   Ronald followed the blonde beauty, barely able to resist reaching out
for a squeeze of that firm ass of hers.  He liked that she was neither
taunting him like he was some perverted old man she could torment, nor was
she overly nervous or hiding herself from him like she felt threatened. 
Her cute southern accent made her sound a little naïve, but he didn't
think she really was.  He thought she was just friendly and confident but
not conceited.  Her personality made her that much more attractive.  Still,
he didn't want to marry her, he just wanted to get his cock inside one of
more of her precious holes and give her a good hard fucking.  But he was no
rapist.  He considered himself a gentleman.  But he was also smart and
willing to deceive or manipulate to get what he wanted.  Didn't all good
businessmen do that?

   He looked for his angle to get in her tiny swimsuit as diligently as he
studied her every move.  Seduction.  Blackmail.  Sheer curiosity.  There
had to be a way in.  He just had to find it, and find it he did when they
went through the living room.  He didn't say anything yet, though.  He kept
her talking, learning a little more, making sure he was right.





   "You got any brothers or sisters, Megan?" he asked.

   "No, sir," she smiled.  "Just me.  Only child."

   "I love your accent," he said.  "Where is your family from?"

   Kasey felt a bit nervous now.  Had she made a mistake telling him she
was Megan?  She didn't know if he'd been here before or knew the Brandt's
at all.  He didn't seem to recognize the house, but if you were in and out
of homes all day, would you really study the layouts?  "Um, Tennessee,
sir," she said.

   "Any other family down here?  Cousins?  Grandparents?"

   "No, sir?  Are you from here, sir?" she asked, trying to change the
focus.  He obliged, answering her questions honestly, reminding her that
this was the family business and he had been here a long time.  Divorced.
No kids.  Single man with a business to run.  She had no reason to think he
was lying.  She didn't really care if he was or not.  He was doing his job
and would be gone soon and she could get back to preparing for tonight.

   "Guess upstairs is all that's left," he said after finishing spraying
around the baseboards in the kitchen.

   "Yes, sir," Kasey smiled.  "You're right, this is going fast.  I bet you
go through a lot of homes each day."

   "More than you can count," he chuckled.

   Following her up the stairs, he was even more brazen with his phone,
zooming in on her ass and the glimpses between her thighs.  He kept filming
even when they reached the top and she turned around.

   "What are you doing, sir?" she said, looking at the phone and smiling to
show that she wasn't upset.

   "I like to take video of the homes to record anything that needs to be
addressed on the next visit," he said.

   "But shouldn't you be recording the walls and floors instead of me?" she
asked, still smiling.

   "Not everything has to be about work," he grinned, turning off the
camera.  "I'm sorry.  That was kind of creepy.  I didn't mean it to be. 
You're just very attractive and I appreciate beauty when I see it."

   "Thank you, sir," she said, dropping her gaze shyly.  "You're going to
make me blush."

   "Are you going to tell Megan about me?" he asked quickly.

   "Um, I don't know...." before she could finish, she realized her
mistake.

   "I know you're not Megan," he said.  "What I don't know is who you are
and why you're lying about being someone you aren't."

   "How did you know?"

   "There are lots of family pictures on the walls with a very pretty girl
in them, but that girl ain't you," he smiled.  "There's a plaque with
Megan's name on it.  You said Megan has no siblings, so I assume the girl
in the photos has to be Megan.  And you must be...?"

   "Kasey, sir."

   "So, Kasey, the Brandt's aren't here -- not Michael, Susan, nor Megan.
But you are here.  Using their pool.  Barely dressed.  Lying to the pest
control guy about who you are.  Now, I should call Mr.  Brandt and ask him
if he knows you.  But I have a feeling he does.  You're not a thief or a
runaway.  You don't get into trouble.  You're a family friend, maybe. 
Still, why are you here when no one else is?  I noticed that Mrs.  Brandt's
closet is nearly empty.  Maybe she moved out?  Maybe you and Megan are
friends and you've always had a crush on her dad?  Maybe he wants you here,
dressed like this.  He would vouch for you if I called, wouldn't he?"

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said softly.  She had been caught in a small lie.  He
was right, Michael wouldn't care about that.  So what was Ronald's angle?
What did he want?

   "He wouldn't care about you being here or using the pool or dressing
like this.  You were tanning for him, weren't you?  Been sending him sexy
selfies?  Let me see your phone."

   Kasey handed it over and Ronald found the photos she had sent in the
naughty schoolgirl outfit.  He saw her question about the pigtails being
handles and Michael's response.  He smiled.

   "You're right, sir, Mr.  Brandt and I are, well," Kasey said.

   "Oh, I know what you are doing," he smiled.  "What I also know is that
Michael would be very disappointed in you if he saw the pictures and videos
you let me take.  I could send them to him as a way of asking about your
identity, asking him why you were in his house acting like this.  Would he
be happy about that?"

   "No, sir."

   "And you like to make him happy, don't you?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "You're sweet and obedient.  A good, polite girl.  You don't get into
trouble.  You say 'yes, sir' and 'no, sir.' You just like to keep everyone
happy, don't you?"

   "Yes, sir," Kasey was quite certain where this was going now.  The only
question was what it would take to make Ronald happy and to leave happy
with no further drama.

   "Seems to me I have the upper hand then," he said.  "You could say I
have everything handled."

   He reached out and grabbed her pigtails.  "Do you want to wait for
Michael to show you why these are called handles or should I just go ahead
and explain it to you?"

   "Um, whatever you think is best, sir," Kasey said as he pulled her to
his chest.  He squeezed her breasts through her swimsuit, then put his
hands inside the cups, feeling her erect nipples and soft flesh.

   "I think it's best if we use the big bed -- the one you fuck your
friend's dad in, right?" he smiled.

   "Yes, sir," she said.

   He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.  He tossed her on the
bed and pulled away her bikini.  He admired her flawless skin and bare
pussy.  Simply stunning.

   Standing by the bed, he removed his shirt and unbuttoned his pants.  She
crawled forward, helping him with his zipper, pulling it down.  He pushed
his pants down his legs as his half-erect cock bounced into view.

   Kasey looked at it.  It was beautiful, like all cocks were to her.  She
bit her lip and looked up at him.  "May I suck your cock while you use my
handles, sir?" she asked.  Just that look and question brought his cock to
full erection and he answered her by putting his hands on either side of
her face as she parted her lips.

   "Work the head and take your time, little slut," he said.  It didn't
take long for him to see that she knew exactly what she was doing and
required no further instruction.  He took his hands off her head and let
her do her thing while he resumed taking pics and video with his camera. 
He set the phone aside and, as promised, grabbed her pigtails and used them
as handles as he jammed his cock into the back of her throat, impressed at
how expertly she took every inch, keeping her tongue out to lick his balls.
No wonder Mr.  Brandt was keeping her around.  Any man would.

   As much as he wanted to shoot his load down her throat right then and
there, he simply had to give that pussy a try.  It looked so pink and puffy
and perfect -- the three P's, he called them.  He pushed her away onto her
back and climbed onto the bed after her.  He rolled her legs up over her
head, holding her by the ankles as he rubbed his cock between her slick,
soft pussy lips.  She moaned.  He smiled.  He was gonna make the little
bitch cum.  He wanted to feel her cream all over him, then make her lick it
all off and choke on his cock.  And there was no one nor nothing to stop
him.  Least of all Kasey, who seemed more than willing to oblige.  She
hadn't seduced him, but she hadn't resisted either.  Her mouth, eyes, tits
and pussy were all telling him that she was A-OK with everything he was
doing to her and whatever else he intended to do.  The little slut needed
to cum.  Had the old man not gotten her off this morning?  Had he not given
her proper cock and cum breakfast?  What a shame.  Good thing he was her to
rectify the situation by wrecking this little slut.

   He teased her juicy cunt until she was squirming with anticipation. 
Then he slid it in, not too fast, but firmly and all the way.  He studied
her face, loving the way a woman reacted when she felt that initial thrust
and was filled by his thick cock.  Kasey put her hands up over her head,
offering her body fully to him.  He watched her perky tits jiggle as he
thrust into her.  Her lips were parted, eyes were locked on his, but soon
rolled back as the feeling was just too good.  She would cum soon.  The
little whore needed this as bad as he did.  He put one hand on her throat
but didn't squeeze.  The other hand squeezed her breast.  They weren't
pigtails, but her slender neck and firm breast made good handles in their
own right.  He fucked her slow and deep, stoking her fire, bringing her
closer and closer to climax.  He already knew what he wanted to do with her
next, but first he had to see her cum.  He had to feel her juices.

   "Cum for me, you little bitch," he said through clenched teeth.  It was
as if she had been waiting for permission, because almost immediately she
moaned, then stopped breathing, her eyelids fluttering, her limps
trembling. She came hard and he felt her orgasm flow through her body.  Her
little pussy released its precious fluids all over his cock and he almost
came himself.

   He pulled out just in time and straddled her chest, putting his cock in
her mouth.  "You swallow all cum, whore.  Mine and yours both."

   She couldn't respond with her mouth full, but her orgasm-glazed eyes
focused briefly on him and he saw the understanding and compliance in them.
She sucked and licked dutifully, swallowing frequently, consuming her own
juices along with his pre-cum.

   He almost came again, but was determined to make this last a little
longer.  He had to be careful not to take too long, but he needed to take
this slut from behind.  He rolled off her, rolled her over, got her up on
her knees, shoved her head into the pillows and drove his cock into her
pussy once more.

   Kasey was a little disappointed that they hadn't stayed in the other
position.  She really liked looking at him while he fucked her.  He was
handsome -- more so than most of the men affiliated with the school -- and
he had a confidence and intensity that she found fascinating considering he
didn't know she was a sure thing like the school instructors were.  He
should have been nervous about being caught or getting in some sort of
trouble.  Or he should have been so wild with lust that he didn't care. 
But he was neither.  He was confidence, controlled, and really good at
pounding her pussy.  His eyes stared through hers and his hands were strong
and controlling, but not too rough.  This man knew how to fuck.

   Her disappointment at not being able to see his face ended when he
leaned over her, grabbed her pigtails, and once again used them as handles.
He leaned back, forcing her to arch her back as he filled her pussy and
pounded her even more deeply and fiercely than before.

   "Glad you have handles on your head now, slut?" he grunted.

   "Yes, sir!!" she moaned.  She hoped he would last long enough to get her
off again.  He was drilling her so deep and her nipples were rubbing across
the soft sheets as she was pushed back and forth.  She was so close.  He
slapped her ass once, then again, and she came.  He laughed triumphantly,
pulled out, flipped her over and straddled her face.  He put his cock in
her mouth and she sucked urgently, cleaning herself off him once more,
while encouraging the massive orgasm he was building up to.

   "Unless you want to get caught playing with your sugar daddy tonight,
you better swallow every-fucking-drop," he said, staring into her eyes. 
She subtly nodded and moaned her understanding.  He pulled his cock out and
stroked until he came, his load bursting out in thick white wads that hit
her face, hair, and lips.  Some shot onto the pillow next to her.  He
stuffed his cock back in her mouth and she coaxed his final drops.  When he
rolled off and began taking pictures of her cum-covered face, she scooped
his load off her face and into her mouth.  She rolled her head to the side
and licked the cum off the pillow, making a mental note to wash it later.
She pulled the hair that was now clumped together by cum down to her mouth
and sucked on it, extracting as much of his jism as she could.  Clearly,
she would need a shower before work though.

   "Cum-hungry little bitch, aren't you?"

   "You have no idea, sir," she smiled.  "I was starving and it's soooo
yummy!"

   "Well, I'll be happy to come back and bring you a nice hot meal again
anytime," he said as he began getting dressed.  "In the meantime, I'm sure
you understand that it's best for both of us if you don't say anything to
your, um, boyfriend.  I have pictures and videos that will show you were a
full participant.  He probably wouldn't like that."

   "No, sir, he wouldn't.  I won't say anything."

   "Good girl," he said.  "Now, tell your sugar daddy that his house is all
clean -- except for his dirty little whore, of course."

   "I'll tell him, sir."

   Of course, Kasey would tell Michael nothing about this.  He could never
know.  That's why she had so willingly submitted to Ronald.  Not only was
it in her nature, but once she realized he had caught her in a lie and had
video suggesting she was seducing him, she had to do what he wanted.  If
Michael thought she was trying to cheat on him, she didn't know what it
might do to him emotionally.  He had lost his wife, who replaced with a
wild fuck toy that had drawn out every bit of lust and anger and dominance
that had been suppressed for so long.  What would another jolt like seeing
her cheat on him do to his psyche then?  She didn't want to find out.

   She did want to find out what in the world was up with April and she
ached to talk to Megan about April, Megan, and what happened with Darrell
and Jackson.  She supposed she would find out around 7 at Quigley's.  In
the meantime she needed to clean up the house and shower and figure out
what to wear to work.

   ***

   Darrell drove Megan to Troy's house.  Troy was a friend of Jackson's. 
Troy's parents were out of town so it was a safe place for Jackson and
Megan to play.  Megan wasn't sure if Troy would be around or not.  She
called Mick and Harry on the way there and they assured her that everything
had been cleared with Jackson.  She had no idea what that meant, but they
had their secrets -- like not telling her about April -- so she just went
with it.  Darrell realized they were a little early and took Megan up on
the offer for one more blowjob in the car before they completed their day
together.  Megan worked him expertly as always, while he guided her with
his hand on the back of her head as he shot his third load of the day
directly down her throat.

   Megan washed it down with a bottle of water and headed up the driveway
to Troy's house.  She knew Troy as well.  He was in her class in high
school and she had heard he was going to college on full academic
scholarship.  She didn't know him that well, but they had some classes
together and she knew he was smart.  He was kind of a geek, really.  He was
black, tall and skinny with a serious face.  He always seemed a little shy,
but she suspected he was more introverted than truly shy.  She thought he
was one of those people who was always thinking and observing.

   Anyway, she had no idea what to expect from Jackson today, let alone
Troy if he was going to be there too.  She approached the door mindful of
her tiny outfit and keeping her breasts, pussy, and ass covered while out
in the open like this.

   Troy greeted her at the door, his eyes bugging as he looked at her.  He
tried to smooth and act like this was exactly what he expected, but he had
no poker face.  "Hey Megan," Troy said smiling his awkward smile.  "It's
great to see you.  Come on in."

   Megan stepped inside and they exchanged an awkward hug.  Everything
about this felt awkward.  She wished Kasey were here.  Things were never
awkward with her.  Kasey had the ability to put everyone at ease.  It was a
gift that Megan admired.

   "Looks like it's time to go back to school," Jackson said, noting
Megan's attire.  "Can you be my teacher?"

   "She's supposed to be a student, dumbass," came a third voice.  Megan
looked past Jackson and saw another classmate named Bonner.  She wasn't
sure if that was his first name or last name.  Everyone always called him
Boner.  He seemed to embrace it, but she felt that was just his way of
trying to be cool.  He was chunky, unathletic, with unkempt brown hair and
a round face.  He hadn't been in many of Megan's classes.  He struggled
academically and was mostly in the lower level classes.  He was known as
sort of a goofball, loud in an attempt to be funny that often wasn't.  She
neither liked him or Troy.  They were both fine.  She never had an issue
with either of them, but didn't know either of them very well either. 
Paired with Jackson, they made an odd trio.  A trio of misfits, she
thought. Yet here they were, her dates, you might say, for the afternoon.
Technically, she was only supposed to be here for Jackson, but she had come
to expect that any cock in the room would be inside her eventually.  And
Mick and Harry had said as much when she called them.  Well, they had about
three hours before she would have to get ready for work and apparently
carte blanche to do whatever they wanted.

   "Yes, I was hoping my sexy teachers might be able to teach me a few
lessons," Megan said in response Bonner's statement of the obvious about
her schoolgirl attired.  "Anyone want me to take an oral exam?"

   "Told you she was a slut," Jackson said.  "I think we all know how she
got such good grades now."

   "I always thought she was too hot to be that smart," Bonner said. 
"Makes sense now.  Sluts get whatever they want."

   Megan thought Troy might interject on her behalf.  He had been in her
classes.  He knew she was smart.  True to his nature, though, he said
nothing.  Just quietly observing.

   Megan was a little hurt by the harsh tone in Jackson's words and
Bonner's quickness to agree with his assessment.  She was used to being
called a slut and whore and all those things through the school and had
embraced the terms and took pride in who she was.  But Jackson and Bonner's
words stung of disgust and disrespect.  The others would occasionally
praise her intelligence or maturity.  These two were just slinging arrows
because they had them to sling and she was an easy target they knew
wouldn't fight back.  There was a difference between bullying and role
playing.  She didn't think they had learned that yet.  Jackson was showing
a different side of himself with his friends.  He was suddenly cocky and
arrogant, clearly emboldened by the fact that he knew Megan would submit to
his every desire.  It was a confidence she gave him, but that he hadn't
earned.  It was a power he wasn't mature enough to handle.

   What he did handle was the plan.  It was relatively simple.  Quite
simple, in fact.  Megan found it unimaginative and disappointing, but her
role wasn't to direct or critique, it was, well, to pay Kasey's debts any
way Jackson wanted.  She had hoped that his creative mind and skills with
video and internet that he might have some sort of cool, sexy video in
mind. Maybe some role-playing or something fun like that.  Nope, not with
his buddies around.  As it always seemed to be with guys her age, even the
things that should be impossible to screw up and maximum fun became a
competition.

   Their creative plan?  Have a contest to see who could fuck her the most
times over the next three hours.  All holes were open, which meant they
didn't have to take turns.  They had settled on a simple tick marking
system, each of them had a different color washable marker.  They make a
tick mark next to the hole in which they came each time they had an orgasm.
There were prizes -- what they won, she had no idea -- for most overall
orgasms, and most orgasms in each hole.  In other words, if one of the guys
came four times and all four were in her ass, they would probably win that
hole if not the overall competition.

   She thought about the simple but fun job applicant role play she had
acted out with Darrell.  That had been so much more creative.  She knew she
was a slut for all cock right now, but once she graduated, once she charted
her course, she wanted to submit to a mature, creative man who not only
knew what he wanted, but also understood the gift of what she offered so
freely.  She would gladly let such a man do whatever he wanted with her and
make herself the best possible fuck toy she could be for him.

   She would do the same for these three young men, of course.  She was in
training and they were giving their time to help her improve.  She owed
them her very best effort, the same as she practiced as hard as she could
every day during her tennis career.  She never wanted to let her coach, her
teammates, nor herself down.  While these three might not have demanding
standards like Rothman, she had her own.  She would adhere to her training
and maximize this experience for them.  That's what good submissive sluts
did.  And she was determined to be the best.

   The guys ushered her downstairs to the finished basement, which had
already been prepped with a bare twin mattress on a frame with a cheap
brass headboard.  The bed obviously was not normally there, as it was
placed in the middle of what was an otherwise normal looking family room
area with a leather sectional, coffee table, and dual theater-style
recliners.  The large basement also had a side room with a poker table,
chairs, and full-sized refrigerator.  On this table sat an assortment of
sex toys, bonds, gags, and lubricants.  On the counter next to it were a
variety of snacks and the fridge was stocked with all sorts of beverages.
It was apparent to her that they had the place to themselves for more than
just the next three hours.  She imagined them ordering pizza -- maybe
Darrell would deliver it to them -- and playing video games all night after
she left for work.

   "You've sure changed a lot since high school," Bonner said.  Megan
wasn't sure if he was trying to make a joke or really thought he had come
up with some keen observation.  The kid was weird that way.  He tried to be
funny, but only succeeded unintentionally.

   "Gee, you don't think that she gang-banged a bunch of geeks every
weekend last year?" Troy said sarcastically.

   Jackson stood Megan next to the bed and started pulling off her clothes.
"We can discuss whether or not Megan was the class slut and we just never
knew it later," he said.  "Right now, we have the hottest girl in the city.
I don't know about you losers, but I'm ready to get my cock wet."

   "It's probably already wet from pissing your pants," Bonner said.  His
jokes were not only childish, but they also seldom made sense, as if making
reference to an event or conversation that never happened.  Jackson and
Troy ignored him.  Troy knelt down, pulling Megan's skirt down.

   "Heels on or off?" Troy asked.

   "On," Jackson said.  "Nothing else though.  Just the heels."

   "Yeah, man, you got some sort of foot fetish or something?" Bonner
snorted.  Jackson and Troy both looked at each other, unsure which one of
them Bonner was ever referring to.  Despite his idiosyncrasies, though, he
fit with them as well as anyone in their quirky trio.

   "Just shut up and look," Jackson said.  They had Megan fully stripped,
her clothes thrown across the room.  She placed her hands behind her back,
thrusting out her chest, holding her chin high and spreading her feet at
shoulder width.  She was displaying herself for inspection, just as she had
been trained.

   "Fuck, I knew you were hot, but damn, I had no idea..." Troy said.

   "Thank you, sir," Megan said.

   "Sir?"

   "That's what she's supposed to call you," Jackson said.  "Go with it. 
And call her anything you want.  The nastier the better."

   "Can I have her call me anything I want?" Bonner asked.  "I want her to
call me Cock Master Bonner, King of Fucking."

   "Whatever you want, dude," Jackson said, shaking his head while Troy
just chuckled.  "But that's quite a mouthful.  Is that really how you want
her to use your mouth?"

   Bonner thought for a second, then agreed "sir" would, in fact, be just
fine.

   Jackson then laid out the rules -- which were few but important.

   All three holes are available.

   Don't cum in her ass or pussy.  Only her mouth, on her face, on her
tits, or in the bowl.

   You can change holes as much as you want, but put the tick mark next to
the one where you actually reach your orgasm -- if you are fucking her
pussy and ready to cum, but shoot your load on her face, the mark goes on
her pussy.

   Spanking, restraints, mild choking or slapping, and hair pulling
permitted.  No hitting or punching.  Rough is OK, hurting is not is the
rule.

   Guy who cums the most times doesn't have to chip in for the alcohol for
the weekend.  Guy who cums the second most pays one-third.  Loser pays
two-thirds.  In case of a tie, the person who reaches their final total
first wins the tiebreaker.

   "Any questions?" he asked.  Megan had many.  Like, how did they know
that Troy and Bonner wouldn't tell anyone about this?  Did they know about
the school?  What did Mick and Harry think?  Did they know?  And, she
wondered if this was the first time that Troy and Bonner would be with a
woman.  She wanted to ask, but didn't dare.  Fortunately, Jackson handled
that for her as he continued.  "OK.  No questions.  Good.  Well, this is
the first time for you guys, so I'm going to give you both a head start. 
We'll pose for picture to start, and then you two can have the first five
minutes.  I'll jump in after that, though I imagine you'll both be done by
then." He was only half joking, but laughed anyway.

   The guys stripped down while Megan knelt on the floor next to the bed
per Jackson's instruction.  By now, they were all hard and Jackson had Troy
and Bonner stand on either side of Megan, with Troy laying his cock across
her forehead and Bonner laying over her eyes.  Jackson stood in front of
her and, with her head tilted all the way back, he put her chin to his
balls and lay his cock across her chin, mouth, and end of her nose.  Being
the tallest, Troy held the camera up high over them and took the picture of
Megan's pretty face covered by three hard cocks.

   By the time he tossed the phone aside and Jackson stepped away, Troy and
Bonner were already on the verge of cumming.  They couldn't wait to fuck
her and didn't care which holes, but Troy claimed her mouth first.  With
Megan kneeling on the floor, Bonner had no access, so he waited until Troy
pulled out a few seconds later.  Troy sat on the bed and pulled Megan up on
his lap, spinning her around to face him as she mounted his long cock. 
Bonner stood on the bed and turned her head so she could suck his cock. 
Megan ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft and looked up at him
with smiling eyes.  She winked and slithered her tongue around his head. 
He came.  Just like that, he was a virgin no more.  At 19, it was well past
time, she thought, and was proud to be his first.  He had given her no
direction, but she was determined to make this special for all three of
these inexperienced young men.  She caught the cum in her mouth and waited
for him to regain his composure.  She continued to ride Troy, knowing he
wouldn't last long, but kept her eyes on Bonner.  Finally, his glazed eyes
re-focused and she showed him her mouthful of cum.  She asked the question
with her eyes and a slight twist of her head.

   "You want to swallow it, don't you?" he asked.  She blinked dumbly. 
"Fuck yes, you slut.  Swallow it." She swallowed then showed him her empty
mouth.  She tapped her cheek, indicating that he needed to mark her.  He
did and then stepped away as Troy rolled her over, pushed her legs wide,
and pounded down into her.  He was intense, wordless, just enjoying the
sensation.  She matched his silence, letting her body do the talking as she
used her hips and arched her back to match his rhythm.  He barely pulled
out in time.  He tried to cum in her mouth, but most of his cum spurted out
before he got there, spilling on her tits, chin, and cheeks.

   "Four minutes," Jackson laughed as Troy marked Megan's bald pussy mound.
"I know you guys wouldn't last."

   He waited for Megan to scoop up Troy's load and swallow it, then
instructed her to get into position for doggy style.  Troy and Bonner high
fived each other and Megan thought how immature they were.  It was cute in
a way, but also made her feel like she the teacher instead of the student
today.  What could she possibly learn from these guys who only moments ago
learned what it felt like to have their cocks sucked?  At least Jackson had
gotten past the awkward stage and would give her a proper fucking lasting
longer than four minutes.

   "I'm gonna cum a hundred times," Bonner said, more in amazement at the
experience than boasting for once.

   "Yeah, like you could count to a hundred," Troy smirked.

   "I'll let her do the counting," Bonner said.  "She's a smart girl."

   "She won't be after I fuck her brains out," Jackson said.  With that
boast, he took his position behind Megan's perfect ass.  I hope he does,
Megan thought.  Troy and Bonner had barely warmed her up.  A good drilling
would feel good right now.  She wasn't in the contest for most orgasms, but
she hoped to be competitive nonetheless.

   Jackson got off to a good start, giving her ass a firm slap as he
entered her pussy from behind.  He grabbed her pigtails and pulled her head
up, her back arched as he wasted little time pounding into her.  He wasn't
trying to last forever, but he also seemed to be able to control himself a
bit better than the newbies.  Still, he was erratic, herky jerky with his
thrusts.  He had no rhythm.  He slapped her ass several more times and
spewed dirty words that seemed rehearsed.

   "Take that, you little cunt," he sneered.  "Yeah, you always like it
like this, don't you, slut.  Make you my bitch again, right whore?"

   She didn't mind the dirty talk or name calling at all, but she felt like
he was trying to put on a show for Troy and Bonner.  He was the alpha in
the room for the first time as a member of the school team -- and maybe in
his life -- and he didn't know how to handle it.  As a result, he didn't
know how to handle here either.  Oh he fucked her plenty hard.  He pushed
her head down as he neared his climax, pulling out just in time to jump off
the bed and shoot his load into the bowl that Megan would have to drink
later.  But it was more fucking for show than fun.  He had seemed so mature
around the other guys from the school, but now with his friends, he was
just another jerk.  She wasn't the least bit turned on by any of them so
far.  Still, she hoped round two would go better.  Troy and Bonner were
bound to settle down a bit.  Troy's long cock and Bonner's thick short one
had promise.  And she knew Jackson was capable of getting the job done.

   The guys all needed a minute so they gave her a minute to clean up in
the bathroom.  "But no more than that," Bonner said, working on reviving
his half-erect penis.

   Megan promised to hurry and quickly cleaned up.  As she did so, she
thought of how inexperienced she was just a few weeks ago and how much she
had learned.  She needed to be more patient with these guys and make it
special for them.  She reminded herself that her chosen role with all men
-- including these guys -- was to be whatever source of pleasure they
needed.  It was about them, not her.  She felt guilty for being so selfish
and returned to the room with renewed energy, a big smile, and an
oh-so-willing body.

   Jackson had turned on some music and Megan danced and wiggled her way
over to them, dropping to her knees and crawling the last few feet with her
best slinky, feline movements.  It worked, as she saw Bonner's cock surge
to life as if it was trying to help him live up to his nickname.

   Bonner and Troy were sitting on opposite ends of the couch while Jackson
stood nearby, taking video of her on his phone.  "Ever had a lap dance?"
she asked Bonner, eyeing his cock which had officially declared itself as
the first one ready for round two.

   "No, but today is a good day for firsts," Bonner said.  "I can tell you
can't wait for more of this, can you baby?"

   "I sure can't," Megan said, licking her lips.  She crawled between his
legs and let him touch her breasts and waist as she slowly rose to her
feet. She turned her back to him, swinging her ass in his face to the
rhythm of the music.

   He placed his hands on her ass and squeezed them.  She liked that.  It
felt good.  He gave her right cheek a little slap -- softer than Jackson
had.  She wanted it a little harder, but thought it was sweet that he
didn't want to do it too hard.

   She kept grinding her ass in front of him as he pulled her cheeks apart
and took a good look at her clean, puckered asshole.  "This is open for
business too, right?" Bonner asked.

   "Sure is," Jackson said.  "She's got three holes for three cocks.  Just
gotta lube it up a bit if you want to take that for a ride.  Keep them
spread apart." Jackson squirted lube between Megan's firm round cheeks and
instructed Bonner to work it in.  Soon, Bonner had two slick fingers inside
Megan's ass, which kept bounding and grinding to the music.

   "She's ready," Jackson said.  As if to confirm his statement, Megan
dropped her ass down until she felt Bonner's hard cock against her inner
thigh.  That was all he needed.  He pulled her down, pressing his cock
against her asshole, which yielded much easier than he expected, thanks to
the lube and bit of fingering.  He hadn't had her pussy yet, but he
couldn't imagine it feeling much better than this.  She was so tight, so
hot.  She leaned forward while he put his hands on her hips.  She started
bouncing up and down, riding him.

   "Yeah, slut, ride that cock," Jackson said.

   "Take that ass, dude," Troy chimed in, uncharacteristically excited to
join the conversation.  "Stretch her out so she'll be ready for my big cock
later.  Right now I'm gonna see if she can breathe with a dick down her
throat."

   "Pinch her nose shut," Jackson suggested as Troy stood up and positioned
himself in front of Megan, holding his hard cock in front of her face.  "If
you really want to see how good she is, go balls deep and pinch her nose
shut.  Most girls will pull back or sputter or gag."

   "She won't?"

   "See for yourself," Jackson smiled.

   "Don't mind if I do," Troy said, tapping Megan's lips and nose with his
cock as if he was so polite that he had to knock before entering.  He
wasn't polite much longer.  After letting suck on the head and twist her
tongue around his shaft for a few minutes, he put his hand on the back of
her head and pushed deeper.  Much deeper.  He didn't have a fat cock, so
that made it easier, despite the impressive length.  Megan had dealt with
both thicker and longer.  This was a good sized cock, but well within her
powers, even as Bonner stood up and hammered into her ass harder and
faster. Neither of them would last much longer, she could tell.

   "All the way now, bitch," Troy grunted.  "Balls to your chin.  Yeah,
that's it.  Oooh yeah."

   He was balls deep now and naughty Megan was flicking her tongue across
his balls.  It might make him cum faster, but she knew he would like it. 
Pleasure-giving fuck toy -- that was her role, especially today.

   She wasn't surprised when he pinched her nose shut but when Bonner
started slapping both ass cheeks -- hard now -- and Jackson pulled on her
nipples, it was a lot to take all at once.  Bonner was shouting and
grunting incoherently, his orgasm imminent.  Troy was counting, slowly,
telling her she had to hold it until he got to 20, which, at the rate he
was counting, would be at least 30 seconds.  Jackson was laughing and
twisting her nipples and slapping her tits.  She had never seen him this
way.  Whether he was showing off or just feeding off the mob mentality, he
was treating her like a piece of meat, encouraging the degradation and
rough, on-the-edge fucking his friends were giving her.  With more mature
men, such actions might have been dangerous.  These guys were only
dangerous because they didn't have restraint.  But they also lacked
experience and stamina.  They couldn't hold their wad.  She only had to
endure it for few minutes, then, as expected, Bonner pulled out, nearly too
late.  He didn't make the bowl, instead spewing his load all over her back.

   Meanwhile, Troy's countdown might as well been for his own orgasm.  She
made it to 30 but, he started cumming at 28, his load spilling down her
throat as she looked up at him, eyes watering, waiting for him to let go of
her nose.  When he finally did, he pulled his cock out as well.  But her
throat was full of cum.  She needed to swallow so she could breathe.  She
looked up at him and he said, "Fuck yes, slut, swallow that shit." She did
so hastily, taking one deep breath and stifling a cough so as not to lose
any cum remnants.

   Both guys marked her holes accordingly and Bonner used a spoon to scoop
as much of his cum off her back and into the bowl.  Then Jackson pushed her
onto the couch, turned her around and made her lay with her legs over the
back and her head hanging down over the seat.  He stood over her, slapping
at her thighs to make her spread her legs into the splits.  He slapped her
pussy and her tits while he dangled his balls over her face.  She licked
them and kissed them, watching his cock bounce in front of her face.  Her
battered throat was about to take another round of abuse.

   "Watch this," he said to his friends.  "Gonna skull fuck this slut." He
shoved his cock into her mouth, his hands under her head, supporting her
and keeping mouth and throat properly aligned for a relatively straight
pathway.  He loved seeing her throat bulge as he pumped her face almost as
much as he liked showing off for his buddies.  What they got to do once, he
got to do, well, a lot more.  He wanted to make sure they were jealous.  He
liked the power.

   "You were right, man," Bonner marveled.  "She's made to take cock any
way you want to give it to her."

   Megan agreed with this sentiment, although she wished someone would give
it to her in her pussy, and maybe for more than four minutes.  Her hopes of
matching their orgasms were long gone, but would it be selfish to wish for
just one?  True, she had gotten off sucking cock and being fucked in the
ass before, but these guys weren't that skilled.  She wasn't that turned
on. She was going to need a good cock in the cunt to get there.  Jackson,
unfortunately, had other plans.

   "Check this out," he said.  He pulled out of her throat and pushed her
onto the floor, her ass up in the air, head on the floor, and legs above
her head.  Her lube-slicked ass was ready and waiting for him, well
prepared by Bonner.  With her spit and the lube, the recently stretched
hole yielded easily to him as he fucked straight into her guts.  After
several hard, pounding strokes, he pulled out and knelt over her chest, his
cock over her face.  "Ass to mouth, slut," he grinned, his eyes wide with
lust and power.  She opened her mouth and licked the head, prepared to give
him a proper blowjob, but he was in no mood to wait.  He put his hands
behind her head, force fed her his cock, then spewed his load all over her
face.

   "Dirty fucking slut," he said.  "She sure knows how to drain the balls,
doesn't she fellas?"

   They agreed that she most certainly did and continued to test their
theory the remainder of the afternoon, mixing and matching holes.  Their
recovery time was impressive, Megan had to admit, but their stamina and
creativity were severely lacking.  No matter which hole they fucked, it was
rough, uncontrolled, frantic.  They came way too fast, enjoyed the
experience way too little.  Instead of cultured gentlemen enjoying a fine
dinner with some fancy wine, these were frat boys doing keg stands and
eating junk food.  They had no refinement, no self-control.  They were fun
in their own way -- their naïve and juvenile comments made her giggle. 
But they were no match for her real instructors.  So why was she here? 
What were Mick and Harry thinking?  Was this punishment?  Was it simply
paying Kasey's debt?  If so, why would the other two be here?  No, this was
something else.

   With half an hour left in their time, all three had cum four times. 
They were all wearing down, but determined to cum one more time, knowing
that whoever came first would win.  To make it even, they agreed to start
at the same time.  Jackson lay underneath her and she rode him with her
pussy.  Troy was behind her, fucking her ass, and Bonner was in front,
fucking her throat.

   Normally, this would make her cum.  She loved being filled in every
hole, feeling full and stuffed and used.  The only thing she could do
physically was suck hard and squeeze her pussy muscles.  They control
everything else.  She was a plaything and they were as careless with her as
a toddler was with a toy.  She was slapped and pulled and tugged and choked
and groped.  They switched holes every three minutes.  No one got into a
good rhythm in her pussy.  No one made her cum.  Ultimately, Troy came
first, a small load that he fed to her.  Bonner came next.  He was under
her at the time, but slid out from under her in time to shoot in her mouth
as well.

   "Saved the best for last," Jackson taunted her a few minutes later.  She
was now on her back on the bed and he was straddling her face once more,
jerking his cock furiously, unintentionally hitting her in the face with it
until he finally spurted his wad onto her forehead and eyelids.

   They all marked her body one last time and took pictures to send to Mick
and Harry.  Megan dutifully drank the cum that had been spilled in the
bowl, which made for a good video to send Mick and Harry.

   "You guys both win," Jackson said.  "I'll cover all the alcohol and
beer. That was too fun.  Let's get fucked up tonight and celebrate the best
gang bang ever."

   Megan was in the bathroom by then, preparing to take a shower before
work.  She smirked at their youthful celebration.  In the shower, she
washed her body, cleaning herself while she checked her body for bruises.
She was a little sore from the rough treatment, but it seemed that only her
ass and thighs were red from the gropes and slaps.  That was good.  She
wanted to look her best for tonight.  Kasey had texted her that Michael was
still at work so Darrell was going to pick Kasey up first, then they would
bring the alcohol for the guys and the clothes requested by Quigley.  Then
Darrell would take them both to work.

   As tired as she was, Megan found herself looking forward to tonight. 
Quigley was an interesting guy.  She liked his eye for sexy fashion.  He
seemed creative.  And he was industrious, an entrepreneur.  He was a man.
He had class, experience.  He had been there before and knew what he wanted
and how to get it.  Whatever he had them working on tonight was sure to be
fun and a good learning experience.  Unlike this one.

   Then it hit her.  This had been a learning experience after all.  She
realized that she liked the more mature instructors in the school.  More
mature men in general.  Guys her age didn't know what they wanted.  They
bragged about their conquests, but had no idea how to be truly dominant and
enjoy a submissive the way she was meant to be enjoyed.

   Mick and Harry had done it again.  They had taught her a lesson, and it
was a good one.  She couldn't have picked better instructors.  Next she
would have to figure out what the deal was with April.  She was beautiful,
so Megan fully understood them taking her as a student.  But why had they
kept it a secret?  How had they recruited her?  What was their plan?  She
trusted that, like the other lessons, she would understand when she was
meant to.  In the meantime, she had a job to do tonight.  And her best
friend was on the way to work with her.  What could be more fun than that?