Chapter 3

As soon as she left I called Mr. Dawson. I told him that I still need a pad but the bleeding has slowed considerably and I can be there whenever he wants me.

He chuckled and said, “It sounds like you’re looking forward to returning.”

“I’d like to deny that. But it would be a lie. Twenty men was too many. But even so, it was very exciting and I had fun. I had fun with Marsha, too. That came as a big surprise.”

“Okay. Come on in. I’m sure we can find someone who wants to screw around with your skanky ass.” God I love his voice!

I could tell he was teasing me. I laughed and exclaimed, “Oh thank god! I hate it when I can’t get any guys to rape me.”

Twenty minutes later I was walking down the narrow hallway to Mr. Dawson’s office. I tapped on the door and he told me to come in. I waited to see if he has something for me to do before I sat down. He asked me how I’m feeling. I told him I feel fine but I still have to change my pad every couple of hours. It’s slowing down but it’s still a fucking pain.

He called Lucy on the intercom and asked her to step into his office and bring a bottle of water.

I told him he doesn’t need the water but I don’t mind. I like the way it makes me feel.

He smiled and said, “I like the way it makes you feel, too.”

Lucy came in a minute later. She handed me the bottle of spiked water and I began sipping on it while he asked her, “You’ve taken that morning after pill several times. Paula took it yesterday evening and she’s been bleeding like a stuck pig since then. Have you ever experienced that? It isn’t one of the side effects they list on the card.”

“That happened to me all three times. The first time I panicked and went to the emergency room. I thought I was going to bleed to death. They assured me it’s a common side effect and that the company that makes that particular pill is being sued to force them to list that little problem. But don’t worry, kid. It only lasts for about twenty-four hours. By now it should already be slowing down.”

I nodded and said, “Yeah. I got pretty scared last night. And we can’t afford a computer or the internet so I couldn’t look anything up. But I didn’t feel anything but a little nausea and some cramps in the beginning so I figured I was going to live.”

Mr. Dawson said to Lucy, “There isn’t much we can do with her while she’s on the rag. I’m gonna get some head and put her in the booth for a while. You want to see if she’s any good at eating pussy?”

Lucy smiled and replied, “I never say no to having my pussy eaten. You want to go first?”

“No. I think I’ll watch first. Go ahead and get comfortable.”

While Lucy was removing her panties, Mr. Dawson took an eight-by-ten photograph out of a file on his desk and asked, “Who’s this?”

I looked at the photo and got a bad feeling. I took a big gulp of water and that helped a little. Then I said, “That’s my mother.”

“What was she, five when she got pregnant?”

“Sixteen. She just turned thirty-one.”

“Tell me about her.”

I want to ask him why he wants to know. But I don’t want to piss him off. Marsha was careful to warn me about doing anything to take that smile off his face. I shrugged and asked, “I don’t know what to say. What do you want to know?”

“Does she have a boyfriend? Does she date?”

As uncomfortable as his interest in my mother’s love life makes me, I feel compelled to answer him. “As far as I know she hasn’t been on a date since her high school boyfriend got her pregnant before going off to college.”

That seemed to please him. Before he could say anything else I said, “Mr. Dawson, my mom has had a very hard life. She still is. She works very hard at a job she hates just to keep me fed and keep a not very nice roof over our heads. Please, please don’t do anything to make her life more difficult.”

He smiled and said, “That isn’t my intention, Paula. But I might be able to make her life a bit easier.”

His words don’t sound ominous, especially because of his sexy voice and his handsome smile. And yet somehow they are. He picked up her picture again and said, “She’s a very attractive woman. Don’t you think she’d enjoy a little attention from a gentleman caller?”

“I don’t know. As you say, she’s attractive. If she were looking for a boyfriend I can’t imagine she’d have trouble finding one.”

He ignored my obvious concern and said, “Drink your water. I’ve got a job for you after you take care of Lucy and suck me off.”

I sipped on my water and because I didn’t think Marsha would want him to know she told me about it I asked, “What’s the booth you’re putting me in? What happens there?”

“Do you know what kind of business I’m running out front?”

I nodded and said, “Marsha told me.”

“There’s a back room where customers can go into small booths and pay by the minute to watch dirty movies. Do you know what a glory hole is?”

I shook my head.

“Most of the booths have holes in the wall between them. Men like to watch those movies and beat off. But they often arrange by a set of signals passed between the booths to have oral sex. When a guy finds an agreeable man in the next booth he’ll stick his cock through the hole in the wall and the other guy will suck him off.”

I looked at him in shock. He seemed to find that amusing. But then he continued, “There’s another booth that’s somewhat similar. But to get in that booth the customers have to pay the cashier. They are shown a picture of the young woman or girl in that booth and if they’re interested they pay the cashier and no negotiations are necessary. They simply stick their cocks through the hole and receive an enthusiastic blowjob from a naked female. I imagine it will be a lot easier than what you went through yesterday. It’s Saturday which is usually a pretty busy day. But no one will be bothering your ass or your pussy, which is temporarily out of service.”

I didn’t give it much thought when Marsha told me about it. But now that it’s about to happen it sounds kind of scary, and yet strangely exciting, at least up to a point. “How long will I be in there?”

“Depending on the demand, probably a couple of hours.”

“Can I take a couple bottles of water with me?”

He laughed and nodded. Then he said, “Go ahead and take care of Lucy. After you get her off you can take care of me. Then she’ll give you some water and take you back to the booth.”

I don’t have a problem giving Lucy a little pleasure. I only just met her for the first time yesterday. But she’s very attractive, very sexy, and she’s friendly. I smiled at her as I knelt at her feet and said, “Oh no! A fate worse than death! Someone please call 911 ... tomorrow.”

She placed her hand on the top of my head and said, “I believe I have a better use for that smart mouth. I watched you with Marsha yesterday. That was your first time, wasn’t it?”

I nodded and said, “Yesterday was my first time for everything. But I enjoyed the hell out of most of it.”

“I noticed that. I think we’re going to get to be very good friends. I like girls who like eating pussy.”

She guided my mouth to her pussy and I eagerly went to work. She climaxed very quickly but I kept going, bringing her to half a dozen orgasms before she finally pushed my head away and exclaimed, “If I weren’t madly in love with my boyfriend I’d leave him for you! Damn you’re good at that!”

“Thank you. I enjoyed it too. This is only my second day working here but so far I’m finding that a surprising number of things I never before considered doing really turn me on. It’s too bad Mr. Dawson wasn’t recording it. I’d like to watch that later.”

She patted me on the head and said, “Silly girl. Everything that happens in this building is recorded. If you ask him nicely I bet he’d let you have a copy of the DVD.”

I turned to look at Mr. Dawson. He said, “I give all my stars a copy of all their work. My turn.”

He stood up, pulled his slacks and his underwear down to his knees and sat back down. I went around his desk, got back on my knees and happily took his sexy cock into my mouth. I quickly discovered it wasn’t just that everything was new and exciting yesterday. I enjoyed sucking his cock just as much as I did yesterday.

He climaxed quickly, which came as a surprise. I’d expect a guy in his line of work to be jaded and last much longer. Of course, it could just be that it seemed quick because I was having fun and was in no hurry for it to be over. I swallowed easily and as he put his clothing back in order he said, “Okay, playtime is over. Lucy, give her some water and take her to the booth. Here’s her photo for Pete.”

I took the photo from him and looked at it. I said, “Damn! You do good work, Mr. Dawson. I’d fuck her.”

I’ve never seen a nude picture of myself before. I don’t think I have truly appreciated how sexy I am!

I handed the photo to Lucy after she got her panties back in place and followed her one door down to her little office. She told me to strip while she went to a dorm size refrigerator behind her desk and got out two bottles of water. I reminded her that I’m wearing a pad so she told me to leave my panties on.

While I was undressing I asked, “Just out of curiosity, how much do they charge for my blowjobs?”

“Only twenty dollars. They’re worth more, of course. But basically, you’re just another way of getting people in the front door and in the mood to spend money. We can’t advertise, of course. But the regulars know to ask if there’s a girl in the booth.”

I took the two bottles of water from her, opened one and took a large gulp. I’m already feeling the effects from the first bottle I had and I’m feeling a little bit excited about the kinky thing I’m about to do. But I have a feeling it’s going to be a long morning and early afternoon and I’m going to need all the help I can get.

Even though I’m nearly naked I was disappointed when Lucy didn’t take me through the store. I’m very curious. But she led me to another door which leads directly into the room with the booth in which I’ll be spending the next couple hours. Unlike the booths with the glory holes Mr. Dawson described earlier, this one is surrounded on all sides by clear plastic walls. There’s one small door in one side which locks from the inside and there’s a surprisingly large hole in one wall. It’s large enough I could stick my head through it if I were so inclined.

Lucy opened the door and showed me how to lock it. She warned me not to unlock it for any reason unless there are no customers in the room and one of the people who work here are in the room. I stepped into the booth and locked the door. I can almost reach all four walls from the center of the small booth. I moved to the wall with the hole in it and saw that there’s a plush looking thick rubber mat on the floor in front of the hole.

Lucy asked, “Okay? You got it?”

I nodded but then a couple of things occurred to me. “What if I have to go to the bathroom or I need to change my pad?!”

She smiled and said, “Oh yeah, I almost forgot.”

She told me to open the door and showed me a small panel on the bottom of the wall under the hole. It has three buttons on it. Button one is only for extreme emergencies, like if someone is trying to get in or is trying to hurt me through the hole. The second button is for if I just need more water and number three is to let them know if I need to go to the bathroom. I feel a lot safer just knowing those buttons are there.

She wished me luck and left me alone. I locked the door and knelt down in front of the hole. I sipped from my water bottle for the next few minutes and wondered who my first customer will be. Will he be young and good looking, will he be clean, will he have a nice cock, will this be as exciting as I think it will. God! Hurry up out there!

I’m sure the wait seemed longer than it really was. But finally, I heard a loud buzzer and the door leading out into the porn shop opened. My first customer! I smiled as the man approached. He isn’t bad looking, just kinda normal. He looks clean. I’d guess he’s about mid to late thirties. He looks like he’s more nervous than I am. I find that somewhat empowering. When he came closer I got the vague impression I’ve seen him somewhere before but I can’t think where.

He came to a stop on the other side of the hole and looked me over. I smiled up at him and said, “You look as nervous as I am. Is this your first time, too?”

He nodded and replied, “Yeah. I can’t believe I’m doing this. But I saw your picture and asked the guy out front who you are. He explained about this booth and I couldn’t resist. I’m Jim. I don’t know if I’m supposed to tell you that.”

“I don’t know either. I’m Paula.”

We looked at each other nervously for a moment before he said, “The cashier said it’s okay if I touch you as long as you don’t mind ... do you mind?”

“I like being touched.”

He leaned down, reached through the hole and lightly caressed my left tit. I smiled and said, “That feels very nice. I think you must have touched one of those before.”

He chuckled and replied, “Yes, but it’s something that never gets old. Speaking of which, may I ask how old you are? You look very young.”

“I’m fifteen.”

“Oh god! My daughter is fourteen!”

He looks like my age bothers him, like he thinks I’m sexy but he feels guilty about it.

“Have you been doing this for long?”

“It depends on what you mean by “this.” I was a virgin when I came here yesterday. I’d never even held hands with a boy. If you mean have I been in this plastic box for long, I learned of its existence for the first time about ten minutes ago. I don’t know about you, but I find this situation very exciting.”

He sighed and took a step back. He shook his head and said, “This was a mistake. I must have been out of my mind. You’re beautiful and sexy and sweet and I have absolutely no business being in this room with you.”

“I don’t mind! Really! Please don’t go!”

“You’re almost the same age as my daughter. You must think I’m a terrible person. And I think I have to agree with you.”

“I don’t think that at all! Please, don’t go. You must be one of those poor guys I’ve heard about whose wife doesn’t like oral sex. I like oral sex. I like it a lot. Please, let’s have a little fun.”

“My wife loved oral sex. She passed away last year.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean...”

“It’s okay. I just get so ... well, you know. I came in to buy something to ... to use to...”

“To get off to? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“But you’re a young girl! I should be horse whipped!”

I grinned and said, “I’m not into whips and chains. But I love oral sex. Please, don’t go. I want you to be my first customer.”

I couldn’t tell if I was convincing him or not. So, I reached through the hole, grabbed his belt and pulled him closer. When he was pressed against the other side of the plastic wall I began unfastening his belt. Once I had his belt unfastened he finally gave in. He opened his pants and pushed them down about halfway to his knees. I reached through the hole and cradled his soft cock in my hand. I caressed it and said, “It looks very nice, very friendly. Please, just relax. Let me make this good for you. Everything about this situation excites me. I really, really want to do this.”

I pulled him a little closer and he finally gave in. I leaned forward and began kissing and licking his nice cock. Once he came to accept that it was going to happen he seemed to relax. His cock quickly grew into a nice, slightly above average erection. I drew back slightly and asked, “How long did you say it has been since you enjoyed something like this?”

He chuckled and replied, “I’ve never enjoyed sex with a beautiful young girl in a glass box. And it has been nearly two years since my wife got sick and we stopped having sex so you might want to be careful when I start to cum. I’d hate to drown you.”

“Ain’t skeered. You’re a nice man and you have a very nice cock. Somehow I think I’m going to survive this.”

I began sucking his cock in earnest then. I doubt if it was more than four or five minutes before he moaned loudly and tried to pull away. I refused to allow it. I held onto his balls and redoubled my efforts. Only seconds later he flooded my mouth with a huge load of thick, creamy man-juice. I swallowed easily and continued to hold his cock in my mouth, letting it drain onto my tongue. And all the time he was muttering, “Oh my god! You sweet, sweet ... Oh my god!”

I finally straightened up and said, “I don’t know the rules. Someone forgot to tell me. Would you like to go again?”

“I’d love to. But the rules were spelled out plainly to me. Once I have an orgasm my time is up. Thank you, though. I’m more grateful than you will ever know. I am always going to remember you. I don’t suppose you have any idea when you’ll be doing this again?”

I shook my head and replied, “No. I’m afraid not. I’m only in here today because I’m on the rag and they didn’t know what else to do with me. On the other hand, it isn’t a very big town. Maybe we’ll meet again somewhere.”

“I’m going to be looking for you. Goodbye, Paula. Be careful. This can’t be the best way for a girl your age to earn a little extra money.”

“Unfortunately, it seems to be the only way. But, as it turns out, I really enjoy coming here. Who knew?!”

We said goodbye and as soon as he was out the door another customer came in. I took a big gulp from my water bottle, then smiled at the next strange man who’s cock I’m going to suck. I mean strange as in stranger, not that he’s weird or anything. He’s older than Jim. I’d guess late fifties or early sixties, though I’m not really good at guessing the age of older people.

He came to a stop on the other side of the wall and under his breath he exclaimed, “I’ll be damned!” Then, in a more normal tone of voice he said, “Little girl, I just knew that picture the cashier showed me was a fake. But you’re even hotter than the picture! Pete said you’re fifteen. Is that true?”

I smiled and said, “Yes sir.”

“And this is only your second day here?”

These questions could get old in a hurry! “Yes sir, I came here yesterday for the first time. Not in this box. I was in the back putting on a show and making a movie. When I arrived here I’d never even held hands with a boy. I learned one hell of a lot about making men happy yesterday.”

Thankfully, that was the extent of our conversation. He didn’t pull his pants down. He unzipped his fly, pulled his semi-erect cock out and leaned up against the wall.

Another perfectly average cock. I guess that’s why they call them average, there are so many of them. I lifted it up and began kissing and licking it before taking it into my mouth and giving him the most enthusiastic blowjob I know how to give. He lasted much longer than Jim did but not so long it became a chore. I can’t help it. I enjoy the hell out of sucking a nice hard cock. Actually, it’s fun when they’re soft, too. But the soft part doesn’t seem to last very long.