Lily

 

“Jesus, Ice Queen, if you drop one more drink tonight, I swear I’ll fucking fire you.”

I gave Dale an apologetic look as I finished wiping up the drink I’d spilled.  “Sorry, Dale.  I’ll be more careful.”

“Damn fucking right you will.  Take the trash out.”

“I was just going on my break,” I said. 

He glared at me, but I refused to back down.  I was hungry, my feet hurt, and I had a terrible headache.  The music was blaring in the bar and every thump of the bass reverberated through my skull.  I wanted to go sit in my car in the blessed silence for half an hour and not think about how hungry I was, or the way I had whored myself out earlier to my mechanic.

Did you really whore yourself out?  I mean, you didn’t even touch him.  All you had to do was let him make you come, remember?

I rubbed my aching temples as Dale curled his lip at me.  “Fine, go on your fucking break.  But you’re taking the garbage out as soon as you’re back, and you’re on bathroom duty the rest of the night.”

“I was on bathroom duty last night,” I protested.  “It’s Judy’s turn.”

“Shut the fuck up, Ice Queen, or I’ll fire your ass,” Dale said.

I shut my mouth with a snap.  I walked across the bar, ignoring the way the men stared at my tits and my ass.  Our little town had three bars and I worked at the grossest, dirtiest one.  It wasn’t my first choice, but I had no work experience and most of the retail stores in this town were owned by women who hated either me or my mother. 

I pulled self-consciously at the ass of my jean shorts as I walked toward the entrance.  The shorts were too small even with the weight I’d lost, and half of my ass cheeks hung out the bottom of them.  The black tank top I wore with the words “Dale’s Bar” written across the front, clung to my breasts.  At first, I’d worn a bra under it but when I saw how many tips the other girls got when they went braless, I’d swallowed my pride and ditched the bra.

Not that it actually helped that much but every penny counted at this point.  Some of the men would tip me a few dollars here or there, but most of them just liked watching the former rich girl let her tits and ass hang out in a desperate attempt for tips.

Your fault.  You shouldn’t have been such a bitch to everyone.

No, I really shouldn’t have been.  I had learned my lesson and I wished desperately that I could move to a new town and have a fresh start.  I would be sweet and kind to everyone.  I’d have friends who didn’t abandon me when I couldn’t buy the latest fashions or take trips to Europe on the spur of the moment.  I’d have a boyfriend who didn’t tell the entire town how terrible I was in bed.

I flinched and jerked away when a heavy hand slapped me on the ass.  The man sitting at the table laughed uproariously to his friends.  “The Ice Queen’s ass is cold as ice, boys.”

I ignored their rude comments and kept walking.  I left the bar and shivered in the cold night air as goosebumps rose on my skin.  Rubbing my temples, I walked as briskly as I could in the stupidly high heels that Dale made us wear and pulled my car key from the tiny front pocket.  I unlocked my car, climbed in and slammed the door shut before locking it.  I was starving but I didn’t get paid until the day after tomorrow and I had exactly zero food in my dumpy trailer.  I’d made fifteen bucks in tips so far, but I needed to add it to my furnace fund.  The furnace had stopped working, and my landlord wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about fixing it no matter how many times I called and begged.  I’d finally decided to just get it fixed myself but even just having someone come out to look at it was expensive.  I had no choice though.  It was dropping below freezing at night, and it didn’t seem to matter how many blankets I piled on my bed, I was never really warm anymore.

I wanted to cry but instead I rubbed at the skin under my eyes and tried to think past the headache.  I needed to find a second job.

Maybe you could do prostitution as a second job?

My survival inner voice had been replaced by my usual inner voice.  I wished she had stayed away.  She was a judgmental bitch and I was already feeling horrified by what I had done earlier.

Leave me alone, I thought wearily.

I’m just saying.  You seemed to enjoy it so much with that dirty mechanic, why not see if you can make a little money from it.  Get your furnace fixed, maybe get some food in your belly.

I tuned out the bitchiness.  I didn’t want to think about having sex with men to avoid freezing to death.  Besides, just because I’d finally had an orgasm with a man, didn’t mean it would always happen now.  Jack Williams might have made me come, but there was a huge difference between letting a man stick his fingers in my pussy and fucking them for money.

I had zero sex skills, something that Isaac had reminded me of every single time we had sex, and I couldn’t make money from something I sucked at.

All you have to do is lie there and spread your legs.

Survival inner voice was back, and she sounded annoyed.  She had a point but Jesus, going from the richest family in town, to letting the local mechanic finger me to get out of paying a bill, was a hard pill to swallow. 

The knock on my window scared the hell out of me.  I screeched like a banshee and grabbed at my chest.  The neon lights from the bar made it easy to see who it was.  I stared at him like an idiot until he said, “Unlock the door, Princess.”

Moving in a daze, I unlocked my door and Jack opened it and bent down.  “What are you doing out here?”

“I’m on my break.”

“Good timing,” he said.  “Come with me.”

He took my hand and pulled me out of the car.  I stumbled in my heels and he caught me with a heavy arm around my waist.  I didn’t object when he palmed my ass and squeezed it.  “Fuck, these shorts are too small.  Everyone can see your fucking ass.”

I shrugged.  “Part of the uniform.”

I was shivering, and he scowled.  “C’mon.”

“Where are we going?”

“My truck.”

I followed him to his truck.  My head still hurt and when Jack opened the passenger door of his truck, we both clearly heard my stomach growl loudly.  I pressed my hand against my abdomen.  “Uh, sorry.”

He boosted me into the truck.  “Move to the middle.”

I slid over on the bench seat and he climbed in behind me and sat on the passenger seat before slamming the door shut.  I started to slide toward the driver’s side and he made a low sound of disapproval.  His arm was around my waist again and he pulled me back against him.  I twitched when he cupped my breast.

“Where the fuck is your bra?”

He sounded pissed off and I gave him a quick glance.  “I make better tips if I don’t wear one.”

“I don’t care,” he said.  “Wear your fucking bra when you’re in that shithole.”

I pushed his hand off my breast.  “What do you care if I wear a bra at work or not?”

“Because I don’t want any of those assholes seeing your nipples,” he said.  This time he stuck his hand down my top and cupped my naked breast.  His big hand was warm and rough, and my back arched when he pulled on my already hard nipple.  “They’re for me and only me.”

“Since when?”  I said.

He pinched my nipple.  “Since now.”

He pulled his hand out of my top – fuck, was that disappointment I was feeling? – and leaned down to pick up something from the floor of the truck.  It was a lunch bag and he opened it and pulled out a plastic container.

“Eat.”

I blinked at him.  “What?”

“Eat this.  It’s soup.”

He took the lid off and my stomach growled again as the smell of beef drifted to me.  Oh God, I couldn’t even remember the last time I had meat.  A spoon was placed in my hand and I ate eagerly.  It was beef barley soup and I think I was making small moans of happiness as I ate, but I wasn’t entirely sure.  I was overwhelmed by how fucking good it tasted.

I ate the entire container of soup in record time.  When I was done, Jack handed me an apple.  I ate it just as quickly and then drank the bottle of water he gave me.  By the time I was finished, my headache was already starting to fade and the ache in my stomach was gone.

“That was so good.  Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome.  How long is your break?”

“I have another fifteen minutes.  Are you going to eat?”

“Yes.”

I looked on the floor of his truck for a second container.  “I don’t see your soup.”

For some reason that made him grin.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m not eating soup.”

I stared blankly at him.  I felt like I was missing something but didn’t have a clue what it was.  “You don’t like soup?”

This time he laughed, and I could feel a blush crossing my cheeks.  “Why is that funny?”

“Because the only thing I’m gonna eat in this truck is your little pussy, Princess.”

He cupped my head and kissed me.  His tongue immediately pushed at my mouth and I parted my lips and let him in.  He groaned his approval and I arched into his hand when he cupped my breast and squeezed it. 

I tried to stop him when he tugged the front of my tank top down, freeing my tits to his hot gaze.  He tucked the material under them and pushed my hands away.  “Stop, Princess.  I want to see the tits that belong to me.”

“They don’t belong to you.”  I glanced nervously out the windshield.  He had parked at the far end of the parking lot but that didn’t mean people couldn’t just come walking by and see me with my boobs out.

“They do,” he said.  He cupped my breasts, lifted them and squeezed them before bending his head and sucking on my nipples.  Like before in his office, lust immediately flooded my body.  Oh my God, how the hell did he know exactly what to do?  Exactly the way to make me feel nearly crazy with need.

His hand was already unbuttoning my jean shorts and I tried to bat it away.  “We can’t do this right here.”

“Yes, we can.” 

“No, we can’t,” I argued.  I have to be at work in twelve minutes and anyone could walk by and see us.”

“Let them.  Then they’ll know who you belong to when they see me eating your pussy,” he said as he pushed me onto my back on the truck seat.  He held me down with one hand on my flat stomach and yanked my jean shorts and my thong down with his other hand.

I squealed and kicked and tried to grab my shorts as he pulled them down my legs.  He growled and grabbed my wrists with one big hand before wedging his big body between my legs.  My shorts and thong dangled from one ankle, my tank top was still shoved under my breasts and I was trapped and completely helpless.

“Jack!  You can’t do this right here!  There are people in the… oh my fucking God!”

Jack had slid his hands under my ass and lifted me up before burying his face in my pussy.  His hot tongue licked my slit before he nibbled on the lips of my pussy.  I stopped fighting and spread my legs as wide as I could in the cramped quarters of the truck. 

He raised his head and grinned at me.  “That’s my good girl.  You like having me lick your pussy, Princess?”

“Yes,” I moaned.  “Please, I want more.”

He grinned and kissed the patch of curls at the top of my pussy.  “Now normally I would take my time, make you beg me to cum, but since we’re on a time limit, I’m just gonna suck on your clit until you’re cumming and screaming my name.  How does that sound?”

“It sounds good,” I panted.  “Really good.”

He laughed and buried his face back in my pussy.  He gave my slit another couple of licks and explored my wet hole for a few seconds before doing what he promised.  His lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked hard, flicking it with his tongue as he sucked.

Shamefully, it took less than two minutes for me to scream his name and climax all over his face.  My body shook as pleasure roared through me, making my skin tingle and my nipples stand out in hard little points.  He licked my pussy lips, cleaning away my cream as he reached up and played with my tits, rolling my rock-hard nipples between his thumb and his finger.

When he sat up, I continued to sprawl on the seat of the truck, my tits and pussy out for anyone to see.  He wiped his face off with the inside of his shirt and rubbed the inside of my thigh as he stared at my pussy.  “Princess, your little pussy tastes so sweet.  I’m gonna eat you out every fucking day.”

I was in an orgasm-induced stupor, so I just stared at him as he hooked my shorts and thong around my other foot and then pulled them up my legs.

“Hips up, Princess.”

I tried to raise my hips.   My legs were still shaking, and he laughed and leaned over to kiss my flat stomach.  “You cum so hard, baby.  You’re making up for all the other times you couldn’t, huh?”

“I – I guess,” I whispered.

He dragged my shorts and panties up around my ass and did them up for me.  “Sit up.  You’ve got four minutes before your break is up.”

I sat up and he squeezed my breasts and licked and sucked my nipples until they were hard again.  He pulled my tank top up and studied the way my nipples poked against the cotton material.

“See that, Princess?  That’s why you need to wear a bra to work.”  He pinched my nipples through the material, making them stand out even more.  “I don’t want anyone seeing how hard your nipples get.”

“Then stop pinching them,” I mumbled.

He laughed and yanked my tank top down before sucking and licking at my nipples again.  It was starting to make me hot again and I clutched at his dark head as I arched my back.

“Uh-uh,” he said before pulling away and straightening my shirt again.  “You need to get back to work, Princess.”

“Right, work,” I said.  “Uh, thank you again.”

“You’re welcome.”

As he opened the door to the truck, the cold air brought me back to my senses a little.  “Wait.  You didn’t – I mean, I’ve come twice now, and you haven’t…”

He gave me a dirty little grin that sent fresh wetness to my panties.  “Don’t you worry about that, Princess.  Before the night is over, my dick is going to be balls-deep in that tight little pussy of yours.”