I got a job.
I didn’t need one. I was in nursing school, and that takes a lot of time and energy.
I had a boyfriend that was absent half the time that paid for anything I needed or wanted…
And he was jealous. Annoying jealous. Anything I did when he wasn’t home would set him off.
I was new to the city and didn’t have a lot of friends, but I met a girl in one of my classes and she invited me to a concert.
She was someone I could instantly see being friends with. We dressed the same, her hair was cool, she was tall, and an absolute smoke-show. Her name was Charlie.
Brown hair tied up in a messy bun, a bit of makeup but nothing over the top, cool style… Just like mine.
That didn’t go over well with my boyfriend… me wanting to go to a concert.
My boyfriend. Let’s call him Terry.
He was halfway through a two-week stretch and it was still a hard ‘NO’.
I left my little town to find freedom,
To not be judged by the local chickens that hung out in the hair salon every other day of the week.
But now I was a different kind of prisoner.
It would be one thing if he fucked me half-decently.
But when we did have sex, his dick would only get half-hard and when he came, it would drool out one bead of murky cum that made me sick to my stomach.
Thank god he wouldn’t let me touch my mouth to it.
Thank god he refused to go down on me. That wasn’t “for him”.
I told my new friend, “No. I can’t go to Dave Matthews Band with you.”
She didn’t pry.
I’m thankful she didn’t. How pathetic would I feel? A college freshman with a boyfriend curfew.
I sat at home that night alone and cried for all of five seconds.
Then I touched myself until I came. Then I did that again.
I couldn’t do it in our bed, so I did it on the kitchen island with lights turned up so the neighbors could see my juices glistening.
I thought about Dave Matthews, I thought about Charlie… It was her that made me cum the hardest.
The next day at school, I asked her how the show was.
She said, “It would have been better if you were with me.”
I blushed. I thought about the night before and what I wanted her to do to me.
I used my imaginary X-Ray vision and looked through the zipper of her jeans, picturing a nice, long, dark bush under there.
Something I could nuzzle right into with my nose and my lips… and my tongue.
“Where do you work?” I asked. We were standing near the entrance to the college food court.
“You don’t want to know.” She blushed through the freckles on her cheeks and she let her hair fall over her face.
I took a risk and held one of her strands of hair in my hand and looped it over her ear. “Why, are you a stripper or something?”
She blushed harder and then laughed. And her laugh was exaggerated. “No, of course not. I’m a bartender.”
I looked at her quizzically. In my mind, I was thinking, *what kind of bartender?* Something wasn’t adding up. “So, what’s the problem? Sounds like a great job.”
She looked side to side as if she were seeing if anyone was listening and then took me by the elbow and pushed me against the brick wall. Students were flowing by us, but no one was standing around to listen.
“It’s a different kind of place,” she said. She let go of my elbow and turned away. “I shouldn’t be saying shit to you. Your boyfriend is up in Canada drilling and still somehow locks you down.”
“No, tell me,” I said. I must have sounded pathetic. My eyes were big, my heart was open, and she was taller than me. I was looking up at this goddess and I felt like a peasant. Oh, and I was wet. Wet, wet, wet. Whatever she had, I wanted it. I could feel it soaking into my little cotton blue panties, making them go from baby blue to navy.
My nipples were hard and chafing against my bra. I was breathing heavy like I was being chased by a werewolf who wanted to eat me out until the sun came up.
She turned back to me. “You wouldn’t last. You don’t have what it takes.” She stepped into the flow of students who were all jostling to get their lunches. I lost sight of her almost immediately.
I pressed my hands into my eyes, fucking up the forty minutes I spent on my makeup that morning. It didn’t matter, my tears would have done the same.
But then it hit me. I DO have what it takes. I have no idea what IT was, what I had to do, who I had to do it to, but I knew I fucking wanted it more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.
I burst into the stream of students and pushed every kid in my way to the side. I spilled drinks and noodles and I’m sure more than one of them would try to find me in the future and fuck me up…
But I didn’t care. I wanted Charlie. I had to find her. I NEEDED to know what she was doing, and whatever that was, I knew I could do it better than her.
I saw her cute little ponytail bobbing a few people in front of me.
I shoved them out of the way.
I was covered in coffee, ramen broth, lettuce, and onions, but I couldn’t care less.
I was finally behind her and pulled on the tail of her sexy Army and Navy tank top.
She stopped and then turned. “Oh, you again.” She reached for my hair and plucked a noodle out of it, then flung it to the floor.
“I need a job,” I said.
She half-smiled. One of her perfectly trimmed eyebrows raised. She tilted her head and looked me up and down. “You’re going to need some training.”
What happened next… Well, it got a bit weird. But weird in a, *you’ll want to know every single detail* kind of weird. Good weird. Hot weird. Cum in your pants weird.
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/v4j2dw/the_origin_story_of_a_complete_whore_me_part_2