Slut of the truckstop

I work a sucky job. I am a waitress at a truckstop. Every day
I have to put up with the hundreds of perverted, frustrated truckers.
I swear, as soon as I get through college I am out of here.

My boss is probably the most sexist man in the world. I should
have quit when he installed the new dress code, but I didn’t. My
roommate got me this job, and I couldn’t quit and make her look bad.
Before we could wear whatever we wanted. Now, we HAVE to wear short
skirts, revealing tops, and high heels. I think that is a little
impractical for waitressing, but John, my boss, says more truckers
will go out of the way to stop here, and the increase in sales far
outweighs the twisted ankles, and spilled food. Last night did it for
me. I think I am going to quit tomorrow.

I worked the late shift, midnight ’til six a.m. The place was
pretty dead so Tina, the only other waitress on, got to leave at
around three. It was very hot so I was dressed even skimpier than we
are required to. I had on a very thin, white, fitted crop top which
ended right above my belly button and was pretty low in the front. I
went bra-less, which I normally wouldn’t do, but it was so hot, and I
knew no one would be there so I figured it wouldn’t matter. I had a
short, pleated pink skirt on, like a cheerleaders, pantyhose, bikini
underwear, and four inch, pink, spiked heels. The seasoned truckers
can tell a waitress right away in this place because of our less than
pure garb, but for the mentally challenged we all wear pink lace
chokers.

I must have looked like a tease to the extreme, but that’s how
this stop got it’s reputation. Halfway through my shift I was so
sweaty that you could see my nipples if you looked closely. More than
one trucker did.

There are twenty waitresses all together, and because of the
way we dress, and the exploits of Aimee (who has, on more than one
occasion taken a guy into the men’s room and demonstrated why women
have mouths) the truckers do get a little touchy-feely. It was late
and I was tired, and I spilled this guys soda all over his table.

“God damn it you stupid little bitch,” he screamed, loud
enough to attract everyone’s attention “can’t you carry a fucking
cup?”

“I’m sorry, sir, I’ll clean that right up and replace it for
free.” I stammered, annoyed with his temper.

By this time John, the manager was coming out to see what
happened.

“Fucking a you’ll give it to me free. Stop standing there like
a moron and get to work.”

John got there and started his futile attempts to rectify the
situation, and I left to the kitchen for a towel.

“Ah Sir,” John said like a true professional, “I apologize for
Stephanie’s behavior and any inconveniences it may have caused. I can
assure you it does not happen often nor will it occur again. Order
whatever you like because it will be DEDUCTED from HER PAY.”

He emphasized those words so that I would hear him in the
back. I didn’t care though. He seemed pretty angry, like this was a
normal occurrence, (which it is, but if we didn’t have to wear fuck-
me-pumps, it probably wouldn’t be).

So I got a rag and went back out. The two of them were
whispering, and they both looked over at me as I walked towards the
table.

“Stephanie” John said like a parent about to give bad news to
a c***d, “Mr. Barnes would like you to do something for him.” I looked
at the trucker and the smile on his face.

“Clean up your mess, sweetie pie.” he drawled, grinning like
the Cheshire cat.

I was about to wipe it up when he grabbed my wrist.

“Let go of the rag and clean up the mess.” Still smiling, “And
put your hands behind your back.”

I couldn’t believe this was going on. He was staring at my
chest. He wanted me to use my boobs to clean up his Pepsi. My head
swirled, and I bent over towards the table.

My breasts touched the wet surface and the Pepsi immediately
started soaking in. I wriggled my chest, mopping the table with my
boobs, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get all the soda.

My nipples were getting erect, possibly from the chill of the
cold soda, but more likely from the thrill I was getting from acting
so provocative. I knew everyone was watching this, loving the sight
of a pretty girl, dressed like a whore, wiping a table with her tits.

I hadn’t noticed John locking the doors, or all the other
truckers standing up from their tables and approaching me. I
straightened up, and immediately the place erupted into cat calls and
wolf whistles. I looked like a slut in a wet T-shirt competition. My
shirt was at this point transparent. My erect nipples were clearly
visible beneath my top. Every man there was staring directly at my
breasts.

I am pretty, 5’7”, 115, with long wavy blonde hair, blue
eyes, and a nice (34c-22-33) figure, but I have never gotten this much
undivided attention at once. I blushed and covered myself, but I
secretly loved it.

They were all crowded around me, and I could tell that things
would probably get very out of hand soon. I started to walk to the
kitchen area, but was blocked by a not-so-bad looking man in his
twenties. He just smiled as he reached out and pulled my arms down,
revealing my soaking top and view of my nipples.

“What do you say you finish what you started you little prick
tease.” He said, grinning from ear to ear.

“What on earth do you mean?” was my reply. I too was grinning.
I was scared, but so turned on it was unbelievable. I no longer could
think about what to do, things just happened. He tore my top right
down the middle, and it just lay around my waist. My skirt, pantyhose,
and panties were all pulled down in one swipe, and I was pushed to my
knees. I was in shock, I knew at this point I was probably going to
have to give this man a blowjob, but did I want to?

The man in front of me unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the
zipper, and pulled out his cock. It wasn’t that big really, and I was
a little disappointed. But that disappointment let me know that I was
hoping for something, yes, I wanted this.

I was in total disbelief. Here I was on my hands and knees,
nearly naked, in a room with a bunch of horny truckers.

So I did what I felt was right. I closed my eyes, opened my
mouth, and leaned into it, putting his cock into my mouth. I could
hear zippers going down all around me as I began to work his cock with
my mouth. I could feel it getting larger each time I pumped. It was
much larger than I had thought and it was getting more and more
difficult to perform my duty. I was giving this man the best blow job
I had ever done, and it wasn’t good enough for him. He started to get
angry because I couldn’t deep throat his size. He grabbed my hair and
started to push hard into my mouth, fucking my mouth for all he had. I
was gagging, but knew I had to do this, and finally my throat relaxed
enough to accommodate him. He was bucking hard when I felt hands
around my waist lifting my bottom up. I was sucking hard, and I could
tell this man was about to cum. All at once he started to spasm and
shoot cum down my throat, and another guy entered my pussy from
behind. I started to swallow, and have my first orgasm that night. I
was unable to keep it all in my mouth, and his cum was dribbling down
my chin. The guy behind me only lasted a good minute, screaming at the
height of his endeavor.

“Hot damn, that is the best fuck I have ever had. This bitches
snatch should be in a museum!”

I was so degraded, here I was at a truckstop at four in the
morning, with cum all over my mouth, and a crowd of men in line to use
me. I was in heaven. I didn’t care who these people were, this was a
dream to me. I have always been very vanilla sexually, now this
happened. It just happened. I really was in no position to stop even
if I had wanted to. The guy in my pussy pulled out and not five
seconds went by and I had another cock in me, then one in my mouth.

This went on until all twelve or so people got their turn,
included John and the cook. Half the time I didn’t know who was in me,
just that I was being used like a toy.

They would fuck my mouth and cum on my face, or tits. At one
point I was sucking one guy, had another in me, and was pumping two
cocks. I was hot, and sticky.

It was almost light out when we stopped. I rolled over and
just looked up as the guys walked by me and threw money on me. Like I
was a whore hired for this. They said they were my tips. I got close
to three hundred dollars.

I stood up and went into the bathroom. Cleaned the cum off my
face and tits. I still couldn’t believe this had happened. I put my
shirt on, and tied it in the front, right between my breasts to keep
it on. I was so covered in sweat that it might as well been saran
wrap. Fixed my makeup, fixed my outfit, and put my hair in a pony
tail.

I must have had four or five orgasms. I was swimming in
pleasure, I couldn’t think, just fuck, like a machine. If it was in my
mouth I sucked it, in my hands I jerked it, and in my pussy I enjoyed
it.

John walked into the bathroom and looked at me, a big grin on
his face. My chest tightened at the thought of what had just occurred.
I just finished cleaning his cum off my face, and now I was just his
employee again.

“You are some hot bitch!” John said, over enthusiastically.
“We’re gonna have to do that again, on a more regular basis!” His
drawl, that he always tried to cover up, was enunciated.

I couldn’t believe this. Either I quit, or I become a
permanent fuck-toy like Aimee.

I walked out, went outside to the highway. The first car that
went by stopped after the driver must have seen me holding out my
thumb. I got into the Ford. It looked like a family car. He smiled and
asked me where I was going.

“All the way into the city.” I replied.

“Well, That’s a little out of my way, but I’m sure you could
convince me to take you there.” He said, starring at my cleavage

I just smiled, as I unbuttoned his pants and put my head on
his lap.

Last night I had the oddest dream. I was on vacation with my
best friend Jamie in Mexico, (which is really going to happen in a few
weeks). But anyway, she wanted to buy a necklace but couldn’t afford
it. I could hear her haggling with the shopkeeper, but I do not speak
Spanish, so I could not understand a word of it. I could see the man
appraise me, and she kept pointing at me. The necklace was very
pretty, and expensive. It must have been worth well over a thousand
dollars. It was gold, with sapphires and diamonds. It was quite
captivating.

Apparently so are the Mexicans, because at that moment, two
guards grabbed Jamie and me, and promptly handcuffed us both.

We were moved out the back door and into a van. I didn’t know
where I was headed, and got very nervous. The drive lasted forever,
and Jamie was in tears the whole way there, she kept saying it was her
fault.

The took us to a large city, probably Mexico City, where we
were put in a lightless basement. I had no idea where I was, why, or
for how long. After countless hours the light came on and a pretty
Mexican woman was standing in front of me dressed in a very
provocative teddy. She yelled something up the steps in Spanish, and
gave me a glance of approval. I still had no idea what was going on.

She looked at Jamie, who is extremely attractive, and much
larger breast wise. She mumbled something in Spanish, and I looked to
Jamie for translation.

“She said that the men will love us” she said, tears streaming
down her rosy cheeks. “And that we will get used to it here, and love
them too.”

I still had no real idea of what she was saying, although I
vaguely understood.

She untied me, and walked me up the stairs. I was in a rather
large house, and there were men dancing with scantily clad women
everywhere, I was snuck upstairs in a hurry. The lady, who identified
herself as Marie, put me into a bedroom and shut and locked the door.

A few women came in and introduced themselves, there was
Renee, an American, Dominique, from France, and Sidney who was from
England. They talked a lot about how I would like it here but didn’t
actually tell me what here was. I asked when I could leave, but they
avoided an answer. I was so frustrated that I started screaming,

“Where am I, why am I here, when can I go home!” I was
yelling. I was frustrated and crying. I felt vulnerable because Jamie
was still in the basement last I knew.

At that point Marie came in and slapped me, answering my
questions in Spanish. Finally Renee explained it to me. I was in
Mexico City, in a brothel in the red light district. I could go home
once I had earned an equivalent of $5,000. Until then I couldn’t leave
the house.

I was in total shock. How could this be? I am in a whore-
house? Why us? What did Jamie say to get this to happen? My mind was
racing, and I had tuned out the three girls.

They explained that there were fifteen girls, and we had to
mingle and dance with “Guests” until they took one of us to the rooms.
We had to do everything they wanted, complaints meant we had to earn
an extra $1,000.

We earn $50 for every guy we take to a room. That means we
have to please 100 guys to leave. I was in tears. I went on vacation
and became a prostitute.

They undressed me and gave me a thong two piece bikini to
wear. They did my hair, makeup, and gave me a pair of 5″ stiletto
heels. I was then escorted downstairs and told to mingle.

I just got here not five hours ago and I was already
soliciting my body. What did I do to deserve this?

I was in a daze. As I walked through the crowd, guys would
make remarks in Spanish which were apparently lewd. Men would grab my
breasts, ass, kiss me, and pull my top up over my nipples.

I must have been a sight. If my friends could only see me now!
That same girl who was a 3.8 GPA student was now a whore.

The heels made my hips sway much more than I would have
wanted. They also made my chest and ass stick out further. I was
degraded. My lipstick shined like cum left on my lips, my hair done
like a bimbo, and that damn bikini, too small to really conceal, but
that thong was very annoying.

Still, I kind of liked the feeling I had. Dressed as an object
more than a person, and not allowed to refuse anyone. I wondered if
Jamie was feeling as I did?

A man grabbed my arm and started to dance. We danced for ten
minutes maybe, to the techno-dance music playing, then he started to
pull me by my arm towards the stairs.

“I guess this is it.” I thought, “sink or swim.”

We went up the long staircase, and the man paid Marie at the
top. She laughed as she watched the man drag me into the room. He
pointed to the bed, and I sat down.

He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down. I knew what was
coming. He walked towards me, pulled down his underwear, snapped his
fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him.

I got on my knees, closed my eyes, and took his rather large
cock in my hands. I tried not to focus on sucking him, instead thought
of earning my money and getting out of there. I parted my lips and
took his cock into my mouth. Careful not to let my teeth touch it. I
had to be perfect, or else he might complain. He was very long, and it
was hard not to gag.

I played around with his cock, sucking it hard, in deep
strokes, then letting up, and just licking the tip. I was actually
enjoying myself. I massaged his balls, and sucked harder. I could
taste my lipstick with every thrust. He began bucking harder, ramming
his cock down my throat.

I opened my eyes and looked to my side. I could see myself in
a full length mirror. I looked so hot, on my knees, blowing this
Mexican. I felt like I was in a porno or something. My thong was
getting a little wet from my thoughts. I took my left hand and started
to rub my nipples.

He exploded, and what felt like a gallon of hot, sticky, goo
shot down my throat. I swallowed what I could, letting some run down
my chin. I licked my lips, tasting the hot salty cum.

He got up, walked to the door, and left a $5 American bill on
the dresser, and said “Tip.” in his heavy Spanish accent.

The strangest thing about the dream was that when I woke up,
my panties were a little moist. I think I liked it.