Dependent

Chapter 2

Codes: Light, M+/f, F/f, Exhibition, Teen, D/s, High School, Humiliation, Reluctant

When the car finally stops and the boot opens, I cannot wait to get out.  The smell of petrol had long since covered the smell of leather and my own stink.   When my eyes adjust to the light, I see a confused man in a curious red hat staring at me across an open space and through a large glass window.  I look around and realize I am standing naked in the middle of a petrol station.  I leap back into the boot and slam it shut.  I hear my friends laugh heartily as they walk off.

It seems like I am waiting in darkness forever.  When the car finally does move, It travels only a few metres before stopping again.  The boot opens again and I am starring up into three faces.   I die a little inside.  Michael, Lisa and, according to his nametag, Bob are all studying my nervously squirming body.

Unable to keep the tears from my eyes, I ask “What's going on?”

“She doesn't sound very willing...”  Bob looks uneasy.

Willing for what?  I wonder in horror.

“She just didn't expect to see you.”  Lisa carefully explains.  “But I assure you she is here by her own free will, aren't you Kylie?”

Later I would be pissed she used my real name.  “What?”

“Kylie, explain to... Bob here, that you are here of your own free will before he calls the police.”

“Yes.”  I blurt out instantly.  “I am here by my own free will.”  I parrot back Lisa's words.

“I told you, she is our house slave.”  Lisa remarks proudly, as she strokes a hand along my smooth slick thigh.

“I didn't know people really did stuff like that.”

“Oh yes, she loves it.  Kylie, masturbate for Bob to show him how much you love this”

“I think Bob can take my fucking word on it!”

*Slap*

The blow stung my face and I fall to the floor of the trunk.  Unenthusiastically, I began to stroke the skin around my pussy. 

“If you don't start frigging that sweet little cunt right now, you better hope Bob will let you stay at his house.”

Looking up into the clerks eyes like a frightened child, I could see he would be happy with that arrangement.  Not wanting to blow this, I sunk a finger into my hole and began twiddling my clit.  I thought I would just fake it, but I was approaching an orgasm already.  The six eyes burning into my soft white skin gets me so hot.  Michael lifts my ass up out of the boot, and spins my head around so I am pointing directly out.  He folds my legs back towards my head, more than was comfortable. 

With great big fat tears rolling down the sides of my face, I continued fucking myself for the enjoyment of the clerk.  The dark car park is silent but for my wet squelching.  He gets a front row view of my moaning, whimpering orgasm. 

“Wow.”  He said, breathing heavy.  “Can I fuck her?”  He asked hopefully.

!!!!!!

“No, I'm sorry, STD's and all that.”  Lisa explained.

Bob suddenly had an epiphany.  “What if she just sucks my dick?”  Not that it was much of an epiphany.

“That can still transmit diseases, and you wouldn't believe where this filthy slut has been.”

Poor Bob.  He looks really disappointed.

“But...”  Lisa began.  “For twenty dollars she will jack you off onto her face.”

My heart sank.  If there was an Olympic event for pulling out a twenty dollar bill and your dick simultaneously, Bob could have placed for his country; maybe even won a medal.

Michael broke his usual silence to whisper in his lover’s ear.  She looked at him smiling wide, scandalized and excited by his suggestion.

Michael took hold of me and Bob quickly joined in.  They hauled me from the boot like 100 pounds of dead weight.  The car had been parked in the empty darkened parking lot behind the petrol station.  The two men easily lifted me across over to the nearby wall and dropped me onto the hard dark gravel.  My arm struck the nearby green dumpster and it let out a hollow gong.

I tried to squat but Lisa ordered me onto my knees.

“I want to see bruises on that lily skin of yours.”

Michael kicked my knees apart as Bob began beating his engorged meat in my face.  It was dark, and his hand was moving so fast.  I didn't get to see much more than his fist and a swollen purple tip.

I couldn't believe what was happening.  I was sitting on my mother's couch watching tv not two hours ago, and now I was kneeling naked beside a dumpster, waiting to give my first ever hand job to a complete stranger... for twenty dollars.  I was hypnotised by the movement of Bob's hand as it worked his shaft hard.  For a moment I forgot where I was, and what was about to happen.

“No Bob.”  Lisa said, taking his money.  “You’re paying her to do that.”  Lisa took hold of the clerk’s arms and pinned them behind his back.  He was, at first alarmed, but the sight of me kneeling in front of his bouncing manhood soon commanded his attention.

“Go on Kylie, you've done this a hundred times.”  Lisa smiled a predatory smile at me from behind Bob's back.  “Take hold of it like a microphone.”

I just sat there.  She couldn't make me do it without frightening Bob.

“Kylie, do you want to earn the twenty dollars?”

Humiliated, I pouted.

Lisa shrugged and turned away.   She held her ankle length purple skirt with one hand as she walked off towards the car.  She was going to leave me here!

“I'm doing it!”  I said, overly loud as I began took a firm hold of Bob's cock and began stroking it.  “Please look, I am doing it.”

She stoped and spun.  Her black boots made a grating sound as they crushed the small stones beneath her.  The same small black chunks were already digging painfully into my knees. 

“Oh yeah....”  Bob luxuriated.  “Wow, I mean, she has such a pretty face.”  He lifted my chin delicately, though I was unable to look him in the eye.

“Yes.”  Lisa agreed proudly.  “But I think it will look even better with your cum all over it, don’t you?”

“Uuhhh.  Fuck yeah.”

“Do you mind?”  Michael asked Bob politely.  He stood a pace to the side, giving his own penis a shake.

“Hey whatever man.  I – am – good!” 

Michael lifts my left hand and drops his cock in it.  My hand actually falls with the impact.  I don't know if Bob's dick was small, but Michael's dwarfed it.  His cock has to be at least nine inches long, and almost two inches across.  I slid my hand up and down the erect shaft.  Michael makes sure I am looking upwards, even if my eyes are cast askance. 

Bob begins to grunt.  Sensing the end was near, he takes a solid fistful of my long red hair and holds on tight.  He shoots long white ropes of cum across my face, the first landing just under my right eye.  Michael takes hold of his own cock and intensified his masturbation so that he can explode onto my face at roughly the same time. 

I had cum in my hair, my eyes, and all across my face.  When I went to wipe it away Lisa shouted at me.  She ordered me to place my hands behind my head and I quickly obeyed.  I had always been good at following orders.

“So how was it Bob?”  Lisa purred.

“Phew.  Wow.  This is one hot slut.  Hey, do you think Dick could have a go?”

“Eh?”  Lisa didn't follow.

“Richard, the other clerk.”

“Oh sure.”  Lisa gesticulated.  “If he has twenty dollars send him out here.”

Bob ran off. 

“So Kylie.”  Lisa waved the twenty dollar note in one hand and held her cell phone up in the other.  “How does it feel to be a whore?”

She must have taped the whole thing.  I broke down and went to cry in my hands, forgetting the sheen on semen covering my face.  Before I could wipe any away, Michael slapped my hands away, and I automatically returned to the submissive pose. 

“Do you remember when, in high school, I confided in you that I fancied girls?”  Lisa asked.

I nodded mutely.

“And you told everyone and said it was because no man would ever want to fuck me.”

“I'm so sorry Lisa.” I cried, the tears mingling with the fresh cum.  “You don't need to do this.”

“I've wanted to do this for a long time.” She lifted her long flowing skirt and revealed a chubby, stubble covered muff. 

I tried to turn away but she held my head as she pressed her warm vagina against my mouth and chin.

“Lick my cunt whore.  Lick my fat girl loving cunt.”

My efforts were pitiful, but the sight of me timidly lapping at her sex lips excited Lisa greatly.  I didn't know, but it had been a fantasy of hers for many years.  She wiggled her hips and rode my extended tongue, only pulling back when she hears the sound of new customers.

“If Bob is jerking Dick around, Dick is going to be pissed.”  Dick stated firmly. 

“Holy fucking shit.”  Another voice rang out.  “That's Kylie O'Brien.” 

“No fucking way.”  A third new voice.

I looked over and saw a red uniformed clerk, and two familiar faces.  I didn't recognise the boys names, but they were brothers and had gone to the same high school I had.  They must have been in grade eleven or twelve by now.

“Wow.  Bob was for real.  Dick could kiss Bob.”

“So twenty bucks yeah?”  One of the brothers asked, already fishing for his wallet.

Michael stepped forward to collect my fee.  The sight of boys younger than me counting out the last of their twenty dollars in fifty and twenty cent pieces made me sob noisily. 

“She doesn't look very eager.”  One of the brother's commented.

“Dick doesn't care.”

“Don't worry, she is very eager to accept your cum.  Why else would she still be kneeling there?”

I was still kneeling, naked, in the shadow of this dumpster.  The three cocks all pointed at my face.  I held up my hands, without being threatened, but I wasn't sure how I should do this.

“Just take turns wanking them, like you did with those sailors.”  Lisa offered.

“Oh my god, Kylie is like a total slut.”  “Yeah”

“So you know this chick?”  Dick asked.

“Yeah.  She was like the smartest girl in our school.”  The guys continued to talk about me as if I wasn't there.  I did my best to jack them all off evenly, naturally forming a precise cyclical pattern.  It seemed to take longer, probably because I had to divide my time between more cocks than I could handle.  Hands stroked my skin and played with my hair on a whim.  By the time they shot their loads onto my face, I felt my knees must surely be bleeding. 

“Dick enjoyed that, but now Dick has to go back to work.” 

Seeing Lisa with a cell phone, one of the brothers asked “Hey, can I take a picture of her?”

“Sure.”  Lisa smiled. “Make sure all the kids at school see it.” I groaned.  “The teachers too if you're ballsy.” 

The boy took a photo of my cum covered body.  Making sure to catch the shine of the semen covering my face and that which had dripped onto my breasts.

“Cool, thanks.  Well we need to get back to party now, so seeya.”

“Party?”  Michael asked.

“Sure, it's Jason's brother's 21st.  Hey do you want to bring her along?”

“Let me ask.”  Lisa leant in low, and talked to me like a child.  “Kylie.  Do you want to earn some more rent money.”

“Whatever you want...”  I answered through cum covered lips, resigned to suffer this well deserved payback.

****

By the time I finally crawl out of Lisa's boot I am exhausted.  My knees hurt, my hair is sticky and I reek of cum.   I have made a total of $260 dollars.  Michael had to hose me down after the first few customers, but for those kids who had gone to our high school, my minor celebrity status beat out the stigma of paying for sex. 

I looked up at the apartment building that would be my new haven.  Lights shinning from many of the windows reminded me people lived here, lots of people.  I try my best to hide behind Michael's bulk, but Lisa pushes me to the ground and commands me to crawl around to the back of the building and to clean myself thoroughly with a hose before making my way up to their apartment.  Shivering from the cold, fear, and maybe the excitement, I crawl on the grass between neat gardens and under clothes lines around to the back off the large brick building.  By now, crawling across grass seems like such a simple request, it wasn't even worth protesting.

I am forced to crawl into one of the gardens when I hear voices approaching.  I kneel down low on all fours and wait as a trio of drunk young men to stumble past my hiding spot and enter the building.  I shudder to think of what they would do if they found me.  My mother always taught me that no one ever deserves to get raped, but stupid bitches who don't protect themselves have only themselves to blame.  I think she would put me in the stupid bitch category right now.

When I reach the rear of the building, I kneel on the freezing grass, trying to wash my hair with a garden hose.  I can't wait for this nightmare to be over.  I don't know if Lisa will let me keep the money I earned, but at least I have a place to stay tonight.