Welcome to West Heights Academymc mf ffwords: 3600“Oh, dear.”I rolled my eyes. When CarolCooper, pre

Welcome to West Heights Academymc mf ffwords: 3600“Oh, dear.”I rolled my eyes. When CarolCooper, president of the West Heights Academy P.T.A., said, ‘Oh, dear’, itmeant she was about to ask you to do something. Actually, ‘ask’ was too tame.It meant she was going to phrase it as a question, but you were going to do it.Whatever.I gave her a smile. “What’s wrong,Carol?”Carol was looking at a clipboard,giving a tsk-tsk shaking of her head. “I’m looking at the volunteer time logsfor the past year, Peggy, and I must say it distresses me- distresses me!- tonot see your name anywhere on this list.”Sigh. Here it was. “Yes, I know,Carol,” I said. “I’m a single mother and I have to work, so my time is limited.You understand.”Carol emitted a melodramatic sigh.“Of course I understand that, Peggy,” she said, clutching the clipboard to herchest and somehow managing to make her eyes water. “I remember being your age,sweetie, and how hard it was to raise kids the right way! Seeing you raisetwins and working as you do is such an inspiration!”Geez. She wasn’t that mucholder than me. Ten, maybe fifteen years. “Umm. Thanks.”“But!” continued Carol, “Yousurely understand that West Heights Academy, the finest private school in thisarea, cannot continue to deliver the high-end education they provide unlesseveryone- everyone!- contributes in some manner.”“I understand,” I said, trying tolook contrite.“Excellent!” chirped Carol. “Then wecan absolutely count on you to help out for this weekend’s fund-raisingfestival!”I sighed, knowing I had beenout-maneuvered. “Why, of course, Carol,” I said. “I’d be glad to help.”“Oh, that’s super!” said Carol.“Simply super! I know you’re busy as Betty Spaghetti, so I’ll just put you downfor one shift, okay? Let’s see…Saturday, from 6pm to 10pm…perfect! All right,just give me a minute to finish filling this out…”I waited patiently as she wrote onher clipboard. Finally she looked up at me.“Okey dokey!” she said, handing methe clipboard and the pen. “Here we are! Just sign and date here, sweetie, andwe’re all set!”I took the pen and looked over theform on the clipboard. “What is this?”“It’s a contract, sweetie,” saidCarol.I blinked. “We need to sign acontract to volunteer to help for the festival…?”Carol emitted another melodramaticsigh. “Yes, we have everyone sign contracts to make sure- sure!- that they keeptheir commitments. You’d be surprised how many try to squirm their way out ofit. I mean, I know you wouldn’t do such a thing, but I have to do itwith everybody.” Grrrrrrr. “Fine,” I said, signingand dating the contract. “Here. I signed it.”I blinked then. I had justheard…and felt…an oddly distinct ‘click’.Carol gave me a sweet smile.“Thank you SO much, sweetie!” she said, patting my cheek. “We’ll see you onSaturday at two!”“Yes,” I said. “Looking, umm,forward to it.”*****Being a mother of two rambunctioussix-year-olds keeps you busy and running constantly. Strangely enough, by thetime it was time for my shift at the festival, I didn’t mind the idea so much.As it turned out, I was going to be working in the booths section, not therides or the food, so I wasn’t even going to have to listen to kids screamingand yelling. And as a bonus, one of the other mothers was going to watch mytwins while I worked the booth.I walked around until I foundCarol. “All right, I’m here,” I said.“Which booth am I working?”Carol gave me a big sugary smile.“You’re going to work the kissing booth, sweetie.”I blinked. “I beg your pardon?”“The kissing booth,” she repeated.“I don’t think so.”Carol laughed. “Oh, don’t be likethat, sweetie. Relax. You won’t be kissing anybody on the lips. Unless you wantto, of course. Maybe you can hook a man who wants to marry into a pre-madefamily-“I held up my hand. “All right, allright,” I said. “I’ll work the kissing booth, as long as I’m not kissinganybody. Where is it?”Carol giggled conspiratorially.“We have to get you ready first, sweetie.”“Get me ready…?”Carol moved along, pulling me bythe wrist until we got to a booth shaped like a giant heart.“Okay, here we are,” said Carol.“Debbie’s almost done with her shift, so let’s get you ready to relieve her.Joan, if you could please spare a moment to gussy up Peggy…?”  I refrained from rolling my eyesas a matronly-looking woman about Carol’s age made her way toward me. ‘Gussyup’? Did Carol really say that? Geez.Joan stood in front of me andstudied my face critically. “Hmmpph,” she said. “I suppose you have passablelips.”“Umm. Thanks?”“You’re welcome,” she said. “Now pout,”she said, in the exact same manner a drill sergeant might say, “Drop and giveme twenty!”Intimidated, I pouted my lips.Joan unscrewed an unusual tube and took out what appeared to be a lipstickbrush. She painted my lips in a quick but professional manner, although sheapplied far more layers than I thought necessary.Finally she stepped back andstudied her work. Finally she nodded, apparently satisfied.“That should do it,” said Joan.Speaking carefully, I said, “Ithought I wasn’t going to be kissing anybody.”“You’re not kissing anybody on thelips,” said Joan. “If they only pay for a kiss, you give them a kiss on thecheek. This lipstick will leave a cute little kiss mark on their cheek. And youcan speak normally. Once that lipstick sets, it’s set. You can’t smear it off.And it’s set by now.”“If they only pay for a kiss?” Isaid. “What do you mean by that?”“Don’t worry about that,” shesaid. “Put your hands on the table, fingers spread slightly.”I felt like I should argue withher- her tone was extremely perfunctory- but I found myself placing my palmsflat on the table, fingers spread slightly, just as she had ordered.Joan immediately opened a bottleof red nail polish. The smell filled my nostrils as she efficiently painted myfingernails a bright candy-apple red.“That color’s a bit, umm, strong,wouldn’t you say…?”“Shush, girl,” said Joan. “Nowtake off your shoes so I can do your toes.”And just like that, I found myselfsitting on a chair, my feet sitting on a chair in front of me while thematronly Joan painted my toenails bright red.“I don’t get it,” I said. “Why amI getting a mani-ped for the kissing booth…?”Carol walked back over. “Don’tworry about that, dear,” she said. “It’s all for a good cause! Now let’s getyou dressed. Go put this on.”I looked at Carol. “A red polkadot dress?”“Yes, silly,” said Carol. “It’sValentine’s Day weekend! You’re working the kissing booth, so of course youhave to wear dirty girl red.”Something was wrong. I felt like Ishould be arguing, but instead I found myself stepping behind a barrier andchanging into the dress.Did Carol really just say‘dirty girl red’…?I stepped out a minute later,wearing the red polka dot dress. I found myself glancing around. This dress wasreally short.“Umm…Carol…,” I said. “This dressis short. Really short. Wouldn’t you say it’s…inappropriate…?”Carol gave me a sweet smile. “Foranyone else, yes,” she said. “Or any other weekend. But this is for a goodcause! Now quit holding down your hem. You have such pretty legs! Don’tyou worry about that silly wind. Now come. Let’s get you and your dirty girllips to the booth.”I followed Carol to the booth,dimly aware that if she referred to me or any part of my body as ‘dirty’ again,I was going to throat-punch her.“Okay, sweetie,” cooed Carol,“here’s how it works.”She pointed to an large, ornatejar.“Whoever comes up will drop somemoney in that jar. If it’s just a little money, you give him a smoochie on thecheek. Okay?”“All right,” I said, trying to tugup the collar to cover a little more of my cleavage. “What if they put in a lotof money?”Carol giggled. “Don’t you worryabout that yet, sweetie.”I rolled my eyes. I didn’t havepatience for this. “Fine,” I said. I stepped forward and waited for my firstvisitor.It didn’t take long. An older guystopped by and smiled at me. He dropped a single into the jar.I gave him a smile and leanedforward. I pressed my lips against his cheek and then leaned back. Sure enough,there was a distinct lip-shaped red mark on his cheek.I glanced at Carol. She gave me anod, which could have meant anything.Two more men stopped by, droppingsmall bills in the jar. I gave them both kisses on the cheek. One woman stopped by the booth.She looked me up and down, then dropped a bill in the jar. I gave her atolerant smile and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. At the last second,though, she turned her head quick enough to make my kiss land on her lips.I leaned back quickly, cheeks red.Everybody applauded, however, so I couldn’t make an issue out of it. Grrrrrrr.Then a man showed up with an olderman with him.“Hello there,” he said. He droppeda $20 bill in the jar. “This is for my dad.”My eyes widened slightly when Isaw the bill drop. I started to turn to Carol to find out what the policy wasfor big bills, but as soon as the twenty hit the bottom of the jar, something clickedin my head.“Oh!,” I said, smiling at the man.“For that kind of donation, your dad deserves a really specialkiss.”The man smiled. “I thought youmight say that,” he said. He turned to his dad. “Why don’t you go with the nicelady for a few minutes, pop?”Carol opened a gate that let theolder man enter the back area. I let him put a hand on my arm as I led him to asmall area curtained off for privacy.There was a small red loveseatthere. The man sat down on one side. I sat next to him.I leaned against him, my red lipsnext to his ear as my hand reached for his zipper.“We really appreciate yourdonation,” I breathed into his ear, as my fingers reached in and pulled out hiscock, “and I want to show you just how much we appreciate it.”Hip to hip with the older man, Istared down at my hand in amazement, watching as my fingers curled around histhick cock. Older guy or not, his dick was rigid. It was the first cock I hadtouched in longer than I cared to remember. The guy was already starting tomoan as my thin fingers pumped his cock, his thick cock a masculine backgroundto my feminine red nails moving up and down his shaft.And then suddenly he was coming,his warm seed coating my fingers, my hand, even my wrist. My pumping fist neverstopped, however, until I was sure he was fully drained.I gave him a kiss on the cheek.“So you SO much for your donation, cutie.”And then my eyes widened as Irealized what I had just done.I stood up so quickly, I nearlyknocked the man down. Realizing it wasn’t his fault, I put his hand on my armand led him back to the common area, where his son took his arm. Then I turnedon Carol.“What the hell…!”Carol gave me a pat on the cheek.“We all must contribute the best we can, sweetie. Since this appears to be theonly thing you’re capable of doing, we’ll just have to make do, won’t we?”“I won’t do it!” I said. “I’mleaving!”“Of course you are, sweetie,” saidCarol, “right after you finish your shift.”“No,” I said. “I’m leaving now.”Carol said, “Oh, really?”“Yes!” I said. “Right now, infact!”I spun and marched right back tothe kissing booth, where a line was beginning to form.What the hell?A man stood there with his teenageson. “Hey, there,” he said, dropping a $20 bill in the jar. “My boy here justturned 18 last week. The kiss if for him.”“Oh!” I squealed. “Come with me,cutie! I’m gonna give you your first kiss as a man.”*****Being eighteen, he came in under aminute. Fortunately he didn’t need my help to walk back to the common area, soI had a moment to glare at Carol. “What the hell?!” I said. “Whycan’t I walk away from this damn booth?”Carol patted my cheek. “Oh,sweetie. You signed a contract, remember? You will work this shift until yourtime is up, and you’ll work your shift in the Box of Delight as well. Once yourshift is done, of course, you’re free to leave.”“I won’t! I won’t do it!”Carol smiled and pointed at thegrowing line.“Remember, sweetie,” she said,“it’s for a good cause.”I want to scream at her. I wantedto slap her. But instead I found myself turning to the next customer. “Oh, look at that wonderfuldonation! Sir, why don’t you come with me so I can show you how grateful weare…!”*****I worked countless cocks with myhands over the next two hours. I thought my arm was going to fall off. As bad as the men were, though,the women were even worse. The woman who had managed to get me to kiss her onthe lips came back through the line and made such a large donation, I foundmyself not only fingering her clit, but playing with her nipples as well. I couldn’t help myself. Every timeI got back to the booth, I was resolute that I was not going to touch anothercock. Or pussy, for that matter. But every time a big bill hit the bottom ofthat jar, I heard that ‘click’ in my head and suddenly my body and head just knewwhat I had to do. Word had spread, apparently, andthe line was continuous. To keep my breath fresh, Carol had given me a stick ofgum and I had popped it in my mouth unthinkingly. Too late, I realized Icouldn’t take the gum out of my mouth. I blushed, realizing Carol was getting atwisted satisfaction from using gum to complete the picture of me being agum-smacking working girl that couldn’t keep her hands off guys cocks for acouple dollars, but I just couldn’t stop. The money hit the bottom of the jar,my hand went straight for their cocks. Or pussies.Fortunately, my shift ended at8pm. Just like that, I was suddenly able to walk away from the booth. As soonas I did so, I saw Mindy take my place. She was dressed the same way I was. Andshe, too, hadn’t put in any volunteer time over the school year.I had to pee, so I made my way tothe bathroom. As soon as I was done, I had a momentary thought about making arun for the parking lot, but the moment I pictured it, I found myself movingtoward the Box of Delight, whatever the hell that was.*****The Box of Delight turned out tobe a little 4’ x 4’ room with a stool in it. An ornate jar similar to the oneat the kissing booth sat just below a horizontal slit in the wall. There was asquare 6” x 6” hole in the wall in front of me, although looking through thehole only informed me the room was dark on the other side of the wall.What the hell?Carol patted my cheek as I sat onthe stool. “Once I close this door, sweetie, it’s going to stay closed untilyour shift is over. Once your shift is over, though, you’re done, okay?”I said, “I’m just supposed to sitin this tiny room for two hours?”Carol laughed. “I doubt boredomwill be an issue, sweetie. See you in two hours.”She closed the door.I sat on the stool stewing. StupidCarol. Grrrrrrrrr.I heard a sound on the other sideof the wall. I realized a curtain had opened in the other room, briefly lettingin some light before closing again. Then I heard a zipping sound.And suddenly a cock was thrustthrough the hole in front of me.I blinked. What the FUCK?!The light in my head suddenlyswitched on and I realized I was an idiot. This was a glory hole. Well, if theythought I was going to participate, they were out of their minds. I was asoccer mom. I had children. I didn’t suck dick at all, let alone for money.Wasn’t happening.I opened my mouth to let the guyknow he was wasting his time. Just as I did so, though, I heard the sound ofbills being pushed through the slot in the wall. Several large bills landed inthe donation jar.I blinked, seeing the bills in thejar. I took the gum out of my mouth and stuck it to the wall. Then I leanedforward and slid my mouth over the cock jutting through the hole.I had very little experiencegiving blowjobs, but it felt like the most natural action in the world rightthen. My firmly-wrapped lips slid back and forth over that rigid shaft, workinghis cock into my throat until my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock.Again and again I slid my warm, wet mouth over that unknown dick.And then that cock became thicker,more rigid, a bar of steel in my mouth. And then it exploded, sending apowerful surge of hot seed into my throat. I found myself instinctivelyswallowing the unending flow of semen. He came hard and heavy, and I foundmyself swallowing every drop.He finally pulled his softeningcock from my mouth and I sat back, a hand on my belly. Gawd forbid I shouldburp. I took the gum off the wall and popped it back in my mouth, working it toget the taste out of my mouth.I was still trying to catch my breathwhen suddenly another cock was thrust through the hole. A heavy, black cock. Istared at it, prepared to make for the door. Then I heard money sliding throughthe slot and landing in the jar.The now familiar click sounded inmy head. I popped the gum out of my mouth and stuck it to the wall. I reachedover and hefted that heavy cock, feeling the weight in my hand. And then mywarm, wet mouth went to work.*****Two hours later, I didn’t need amirror to know I looked green.There had been no pause betweencocks for the entire two hours. I had worked over anonymous dicks of everysize, shape and color possible. I had swallowed gallons of semen. I had a handon my incredibly full belly and I was breathing through my mouth. And I didn’teven want to think about what my digestive system was going to put me throughtomorrow.I heard the door click, andsuddenly I realized my shift must have just ended. I got up from the stoolslowly. My jaw ached, my neck was sore and movement wasn’t easy. I made my way out. Mindy steppedinto the room I had just vacated. Carol closed the door behind her and thenturned to me.“You did SO good, sweetie!”I opened my mouth to tell her togo screw herself. All that came out was a horrible, horrible burp.Oh, gawd. My eyes crossed. Iwanted to die.Carol actually giggled. “You’reactually green, sweetie.”I moaned, eyes closed. Carol giggled again. “It isn’t allbad news, sweetie,” she said. “I have to admit you really did step it up here.Granted, you didn’t volunteer for this exactly, but you still really didget results. In fact, you made so much money in donations that it looks likeyour twins are getting free tuition for the rest of the year. Socongratulations, sweetie!”I looked at Carol with glazedeyes. Free tuition? I nodded. That was indeed a silverlining.“Now go home and make yourselfsome tea, sweetie,” said Carol. “Perhaps it will sooth your poor little tummy.”My belly rumbled and I suddenlybelched again. I wanted to die.“Or perhaps not,” said Carol. “Oh,one last thing. Mr. Cooper says thank you as well.”Mr. Cooper? “You mean yourhusband, Mr. Cooper…?”Carol nodded. “Of course.”“He thanked me? For what?”“For your work in the Box ofDelight, sweetie,” said Carol. “Your first participant was Mr. Cooper.”I blinked. “I blew your husband?!”“Of course,” said Carol. “Youdon’t think I would do something like that, do you?”I stared at Carol, eyes wide,mouth open, cheeks burning. Carol smiled and reached into herpurse. “Here,” she said. “Have some gum. You probably don’t want your kids tosmell your dirty girl breath.” THE END -- source link

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