Chapter 3: Serving at the Opening Service

We’d arrived the previous afternoon and after collecting our baggage, somehow found our way to the RV rental agency and drove off with what was to be “home” for the remaining duration of our trip. Having never been in one before, I was anxious to see how it would look. Indeed, nightmares of Robin Williams’ movies had been going through my head but in the end, it actually turned out to be pretty cool.

Following the instructions drowned out by our trusty GPS, we drove straight to the RV park where hundreds of other RVs were already in place. Amazingly, no two seemed to be the same although I noted none had the big rental advertisement plastered on the side that ours was sporting. I had been wondering how we would get back and forth between the park and the convention as I couldn’t imagine this behemoth negotiating the city streets, let alone find a suitable parking place. THAT “problem” had been addressed by renting a car, his wife driving it behind us as the rest of us explored the RV on the way to the park.

The next morning proved to be interesting as there was only one bathroom in the RV versus four women. Fortunately, there was a community bathroom just down the road so I gathered my things and headed for it. Thankfully it was cleaner than I’d expected and empty most of the time as well. I guess most people just used the facilities in their RV. At least with the girls leaving today for their camp it wouldn’t be so crowded when it came to using the RV facilities for the rest of the weekend.

Mr. Eisenberg graciously left the RV as we girls got dressed and I saw Kelly (his wife - such a pain having the same name!) watching me closely as I picked out an outfit. Regardless of what she might think about me, I DID know when and how to dress appropriately and I knew today’s events were NOT the time or place to wear some slutty short outfit or revealing strapless sundress that showed half my boobs.

It wasn’t so much I was worried about what people would think about me but more that I didn’t want to embarrass Mr. Eisenberg and possibly even the church should someone later say something. The whole point in accepting this invitation was to KEEP my job, not lose it by having some sanctimonious asshole send word back home that I was displaying myself inappropriately at a church service. In the end I chose a simple black skirt and a conservative white blouse. I even made sure that Kelly saw me put on a bra. She was watching me with her thin lips pursed but she seemed to approve of my outfit, or at least she didn’t come to me and pull me aside for another lecture.

During the driving into town, I took the seat behind Mr. Eisenberg with Morgan taking the opposite leaving poor Kenzie, being the youngest, stuck in the center. Of course she complained and whined but where else was there for her to ride? Heck, I certainly wasn’t about to sit on the hump! As we drove into Pasadena, I got my first good look at the city and was impressed. The old part of town was loaded with the cutest stores and interesting restaurants.

We pulled into a parking garage across the street from the convention center and joined the throng that was headed for the old convention center building located in the middle of two more recent additions. The interior was dimly lit and as we walked into the seating area I had to let my eyes adjust. It was so beautiful! I couldn’t help but grin as I noted the paintings on the walls flanking the stage included nude men - and were anatomically correct. Hmmm, what would people say today if someone tried to paint such graphic images in a new building?

We had almost a half-hour before things were scheduled to kick off so I excused myself to look around. As I wandered the halls, I felt a hand on my arm and I turned to see none other than Mr. Eisenberg! He silently maneuvered me over and away from everyone else and then whispered in my ear saying, “Mmmmmmm, Kelly ... you have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now.” He was barely audible above the growing rumble of people gathering but I could still detect the hoarse lust in his tone of voice.

“Like ... now?” I asked incredulously. Not that I didn’t want to get laid but where in the world could we do anything at all in this crowded place?

“Just follow me,” he instructed me as he swiftly moved down the hallway away from the main area.

From the way he kept looking around I could tell that he didn’t seem to know his way around but then again, I didn’t think he’d ever been here before so how would he? He passed an unmarked door and then turned back. He tried the handle and I was surprised to see that it was unlocked. Glancing inside, he motioned for me to follow. It turned out to be a crowded storage room with electrical stuff on the walls and tables and chairs stacked on rolling things used to get them back and forth between various places. As soon as I was inside, he closed the door behind us and locked it. Turning to me, the sexual lust in his eyes and the horny look on his face was unmistakable.

“Surely you didn’t think I invited you along with because I couldn’t find anyone else to take old Mrs. Gromansky’s place?” he said with a nasty grin on his face as he approached me like a lion stalking his prey.

There was no need for me to respond as he undoubtedly knew the answer already. What surprised me was that he was trying to do it NOW. Heck, there would be plenty of opportunities later, such as at the RV park, where we could be more discreet so why risk everything this way? Apparently his pent-up desires had trumped any common sense or caution.

When he was up next to me his hands went down to the front of his pants and he undid his belt and pants, pulling down the zipper to open them up. Then he reach in to fish out his horny dick, pulling it up and over the elastic waistband of his boxers. That was my cue so I bent my knees and lowered myself down until my face was level with his crotch, leaving his dick staring me in the face like a one-eyed snake. With my longer than usual skirt I wasn’t too anxious to kneel as I didn’t want to have to worry about it dragging on the floor.

“Now that’s what I call being a good girl ... I see someone still wants to keep her job,” he murmured as I took his cock in my hand and started to slowly stroke it, looking up at him with a grin on my face that wasn’t entirely faked.

Sure, I may have been blackmailed to do this but a dick is still a dick and I loved the feel of it in my hand, regardless of the circumstance. True, I DID want to keep my job and I had no problem sucking his dick as often as he asked if that’s what it took to be able to teach. However, now I had an added incentive, one he likely didn’t even know about. With his wife sticking her nose into things and after seeing how hot she was, now I especially wanted to suck his dick. It would serve the bitch right to let her husband fuck me literally right under her nose. Given he seemed to get off from the domination trip, I kept these thoughts to myself - why spoil his little game?

“Oh yes Mr. Eisenberg, I DO want to keep my job,” I said in a meek voice, trying to sound submissive, “I’ll do anything to keep it, ANYTHING you ask. Just tell me what you want. I’ll do anything but you have to TELL me.”

“Oh yeah ... you’re such a fucking slut ... well if that’s the way you want it then suck my cock bitch,” he said, getting perhaps a little full of himself but it was no big deal to me what he said - it was his dick that had my interest.

I took his stiffening cock into my mouth and quickly had it all the way in, then I pulled my mouth back and just licked the end his growing dick to tease him.

“Damn I love seeing my dick in your mouth,” he groaned as I started sucking his dick slowly, “It makes you look like the fuckin’ whore you are, selling yourself for a job.”

I looked up and I saw him staring down at me, watching me intently as he thrust his hips back and forth, driving his now erect dick in and out of my open mouth. He put both hands on the back of my head and pulled my head into him crotch, driving his hard rod all the way into my mouth until it was forced down my throat just a bit, not stopping until my nose was plastered against his hairy crotch such that the musky odor of his manhood was almost overwhelming.

“Jesus H. Christ ... I love it when you do that,” he moaned as I twisted my head around his dick, letting my tongue tickle his shaft in the process. I pulled back to breath and then stroked his dick as I dropped it from my mouth to look up at him.

“So tell me Mr. Eisenberg, does your wife suck your cock this good?” I asked innocently but without an innocent thought in my head.

“Hell no ... not even close,” he gasped as my tongue flickered over the mushroom head of his dick, “You could teach her a lot ... now suck it ... suck my dick.”

Like I had a choice in the matter at this point. He pushed his dick against my lips, driving it into my mouth as he once again pulled my head into his crotch. His hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair which he used as handles to pull my head in and out of his crotch, stroking his rock-hard dick in and out of my mouth in the process.

“God you’re such a dirty slut,” he groaned, “I really do want to fuck you.”

Well ... FINALLY! As much as I loved sucking his dick, it would have been different had we more time but a quick look at my watch told me half our time was already gone. Time flies when you’re having fun! After a couple days of nothing but masturbating, my pussy was craving a dick and I could feel the wetness between my legs already as it anticipated what was about to come its way. Standing upright again, I leaned over a pile of tables, letting my panty- covered butt stick out behind me towards him.