"New girl?" she said, popping her chewing gum.
"Yeah," said Green. "Hazel, this is Lynn."
"Hello," Lynn said nervously.
"Hi ya," said Hazel. "Say, has my uniform come back from the cleaner's yet? My old one's filthy."
"Yeah, it's in the closet," said Green. "Pick one out for Lynn, too. Whatever size you think is right."
Hazel laughed. "She's gonna have the same problem I got-none of 'em are big enough in the chest."
Hazel went to a small closet and took out two sets of clothes on hangers. She left one on a chair and headed for the door.
"Hazel will be working nights, too," said Green. "She can show you the ropes, Lynn."
Hazel cast her a quick smile. "Yeah, see ya around."
Hazel left, and Lynn found that she'd been automatically pumping Green's cock all the while. The dark rosy cock-head was beginning to ooze sticky juice that wet her fingers and made her pumping more slick. Green's balls had swelled up tight and red.
"You're doing just fine," he muttered, his eyes blissfully closed again. "Now give it some juice, bring me off…"
Lynn again felt embarrassed and shocked, but she was determined to get the job, so she did as Green asked, increasing the speed of her flying fist, pumping him into ecstatic moans and horny twitching.
"Yeah, yeah," he gasped, "that's great… Just keep doin' it…."
Lynn couldn't believe it was actually happening. Here she was in a strange man's office, naked, jacking him off-and up to today she'd never seen or touched any cock but Bill's. She watched Green, his face reddening with pleasure, his wet tongue flicking out to lick his lips. She felt odd hot excitement in her pussy "Kleenex," Green muttered, "under the table."
Lynn took a moment to understand. Then her free hand located the tissue box, extracted one, and brought it up just in time to catch his squirting jism… He moaned hoarsely and jerked his hips, his cock writhing and contracting in her fist.
"We don't like messes," he grinned, catching his breath. "Sometimes you gotta be real quick with that Kleenex."
"I can imagine," Lynn said dryly.
Though it seemed ludicrous, impossible, she now understood that part of her job was to excite the customers and jack them off. The "massage" was just a minor part of her services.
Green sighed and sat up. "Okay, you'll do," he said. "Now I want you to try on the uniform."
Lynn picked up the clothes Hazel had left for her. There was only a pair of red short-shorts and a white T-shirt. The T-shirt was almost transparent and was labeled "Pussy Cat Club". She slipped on the shorts. They fit fine, and they clung to her pert round butt. She looked around, found her bra..
"Uh-uh," said Green. "No bra."
Lynn blushed. "But, Mr. Green-Ed. This T-shirt-you can see right through it."
He chuckled. "That's the whole idea."
Lynn put on the tight T-shirt and looked at herself in the mirror. The sight was ludicrous. Her huge tits strained at the confinement, lewdly outlined, and her brown nipples were clearly visible through the thin material.
"Great," said Ed. "Perfect."
Lynn shuddered. If she walked down the street in that outfit, she'd be arrested for indecent exposure…
"I want you to start work tonight," Ed said, "so you might as well just stick around. I'll send out for hamburgers."
"Okay," said Lynn, "but I'd like to call my house. The house where I'm staying, just so they won't expect me."
"Sure," Ed said, "Help yourself."
He left the office, and Lynn quickly dialed her home number. "Bill?" she said. "I've got a job! It pays well, too. There's just one thing, darling. They want me to work nights, and I start tonight. Yes, well, it's a cocktail lounge, and I'm a waitress. Yes, dear, I get off at one. I can make it home okay."
She hated lying to Bill, but for his own sake, it was best. They desperately needed the money, and if he found out what kind of work she did, he wouldn't let her take the job. So she gave him the name of the place but lied about its business. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him-and now they'd be able to keep up their house payments and eat decently again.
At seven-thirty that evening, the day girls got off work, and Hazel and Lynn, the night girls, started setting up the rooms. The rooms were simple, just a massage table and a place to hang clothes. Hazel showed her where all the supplies were, then left her alone to await her first customer. The customers were selected and sent in by Green.
Shortly after eight, Lynn's first customer arrived. He was a little fat man, perhaps fifty, with receding gray hair and expensive clothes. When he saw Lynn, he smiled appreciatively.
"Hello," he said. "My name's Arthur. You're new, aren't you?"
"Yes," she said, giving him a welcoming smile. "I'm Lynn."
"Well, I hope you're nicer than that bitch Trudy," he said, taking off his tie. "She was always in a bad mood. Put a real damper on things."
"I'll do my best, Arthur," Lynn said meekly. Arthur was apparently an old customer and knew just how everything should go. If she could please him, she'd be in business.
Arthur took some time to undress. He was wearing a lot of clothes, and his fatness made him move slowly. At last, with a sigh, he slipped off his shorts and waddled over to the table.
Lynn almost winced. He was hardly a desirable man. Pudgy, wormy-white, hairless… His tiny cock was absolutely limp, wiggling lewdly as he walked. With a grunt of effort, he got up on the table and lay down on his huge belly.
"Get me a drink before you start, Lynn," he sighed. "And remember-my drink is a very dry martini with lemon peel."
"Yes, sir," said Lynn.
Hazel had told her all about this. There was a little bar in the hallway, a pad for noting orders. Lynn would get a bonus for every drink she sold. She deftly made the martini, knowing Arthur would enjoy it. One thing she did know was how to-mix drinks.
He sipped the martini and gave a deep sigh. "Excellent. You may begin."
Lynn began to massage his back, the way Green had showed her. Arthur's skin was faintly damp and clammy, and she didn't like touching him, but she knew better than to show distaste. She wanted to please this man. As an old and well-paying customer, his praise would be valuable to her.
Arthur sipped his drink, wheezed, sighed, and generally seemed to be enjoying himself. When she finished with his back, he rolled over without being told. Lynn couldn't help taking another quick glance at his cock. She'd seen so few of them.
It was just as she remembered it-tiny, pale, limp. It seemed no bigger than her middle finger. Poor Arthur. Oh, well, he seemed to be having fun. He was smiling blissfully, his little piggy eyes closed.
She worked slowly down from his shoulders. When she approached his crotch, she began to feel nervous and embarrassed, and she hoped it didn't show. She gawked at his tiny red balls, limp and empty, and at the little worm-like lump of his prick.
"Start slowly, dear," Arthur muttered without opening his eyes. "Just pet it."
Lynn's face went beet red, but she quickly obeyed, slipped her hand under his drowsy little prick, letting it lie on her warm palm. With her other hand she gently petted the doughy little dick.
"Ummmmmm," Arthur sighed. "Nice… You have a very nice touch, Lynn."
She blushed even deeper.
My God, what would Bill say if he saw her now? She could imagine his astonishment if he walked in and found her with this fat stranger, petting his prick, deliberately trying to arouse him. If Bill ever found out what kind of work she did, there'd be hell to pay.
"Now pump it, dear. Gently," Arthur murmured.
She could see that Arthur had a favorite routine which he wanted followed to the letter. She remembered Green's remark, "The customer is always right." She did exactly as Arthur instructed.
"Lynn? Lean closer," he said. She bent farther over the table, and Arthur's little blue eyes popped open. "Roll up your shirt," he said. "I want to see your breasts."
Her face flamed, but she quickly obeyed, rolling the tight T-shirt up over her swelling tits. Arthur's eyes widened in frank appreciation. Her big olive-skinned boobs hung close to him while she worked, quivering gently. To her relief, he only looked, didn't touch.