10-07-2019, 06:16 PM
Story 04
Jean knew that this was no ordinary job before she applied.
She had just started college. As is normal, she had been assigned a second year student to help her get to know where things were and what happened. Carole was a really friendly, helpful person and she had become a good friend to Jean already although they had only known each other for a week. The one thing that was obvious from the beginning was that Carole was not as short of cash as other students. Jean told her that things were really tight for her and she was going to have to find some bar work as soon as she could. The problem was that every student was doing the same thing and she didn't have any experience.
Jean asked Carole if she worked. Carole avoided the question at first,but at the end of the week they had got to know each other better and they shared a bottle of wine in Carole's room. Jean said that she had called in to several places asking for work, but got nowhere. Carole told her that she thought there might be a place for a girl like Jean at the restaurant where she worked, but it was no ordinary job.
"Look, I am only going to mention this once and then never talk about it again. Here is the number of my boss. If you want to ring him for a job he will tell you what it is all about and it is up to you whether you want to do it. It's not for everybody and If you aren't interested I understand. I am not going to say anything about the job, but if you really want some decent money and you are broad minded then..."
She let her words tail off and Jean tucked the slip with the telephone number into her purse. The job wasn't mentioned again.
Next day Jean waited until the afternoon before plucking up the courage and finally ringing the number. The guy she spoke to seemed really nice. He said he might have a place for the right girl with real commitment and enthusiasm. Jean assured him that she did have those things. He told her to turn up at 8pm, to bring her birth certificate with her and be ready for an interview which would require her to show that she had got what it needed to work for him. She said that Carole had not told her what the job involved and he just chuckled.
"She's a good girl. If you can do as well as Carole you will have a comfortable time at college, but this is a very special job. You have got to be prepared to do what is required."
Jean was puzzled, excited and even a bit frightened, but she was determined that she could do anything that Carole could do.
Clyde shook her hand firmly when she was shown into his office. He told Jean to sit down and asked to see her birth certificate.
"Just turned eighteen then. Ideal so long as you know enough about the world."
He told her that the restaurant, Glorious, was owned by him alone and that the entirely female staff were answerable only to him. It was a payment by results operation. If he offered her a position she would be paid her share of thirty percent of the takings during her shift. For example, if they took £1,000 during a six hour shift and there were six staff working that shift, they would each get £50.
The other side of the deal was that any complaints, mistakes, breakages or other losses were paid for by whoever was responsible for them. Clyde stopped her as Jean was about to say that she couldn't afford to pay if she made a mistake.
"You can pay for any of your errors without it costing you a penny so long as you have a good attitude to our customers. They are the most important people here. Come and let me show you round."
Clyde led Jean into the restaurant. It was busy. The only thing making it a little different from the average restaurant was that there were more than the usual number of single male diners. Their next stop was the kitchen where two women chefs were working hard. So far everything was completely straightforward, but then Clyde took Jean towards the Gents. Apparently unconcerned whether anybody might be using it, he opened the door and showed her in. To their right was a row of urinals which he ushered her past and then there were three cubicles facing them. On the left was the open door of a normal lavatory. In the centre was a closed door marked private which Clyde now opened. There was no WC inside. In fact there was nothing in there at all. Clyde pointed to the right hand wall where there was a life size painting of a naked woman on her knees. The Marilyn Monroe look alike face had her bright red lips open and there was a round hole where her mouth was.
After telling Jean to take a good look he then showed her into the right hand cubicle. There was an upholstered leather kneeling pad facing the left hand wall on which was painted a picture of a naked muscular young man with the hole she had seen on the other side where his penis would be.
"OK. Now you see what happens. If you work here and if ever I get a complaint about you or you cause me any kind of cost or problem you come in here for a period of between fifteen minutes and two hours. Entirely my decision and there are no appeals. Any arguing and you either get to pay a bit more or you leave straight away. When you come in I set the time lock from the outside and you come out when it unlocks. The two video cameras in here record your every movement and sound."
Clyde went on to explain that while they were in the glory hole booth, staff members had to suck off every man who came in. They were to ensure that each man came to orgasm and then they swallowed his cum. While they were in the booth, if a man come in to the glory hole they were required to say
"Welcome Sir, may I please suck your cock?"
When they had shot their load she was required to lick the guy clean and then say
"Thank you Sir. That was glorious."
Jean had sucked a few cocks in her time and enjoyed it, but she now knew what was special about this place and she was getting butterflies in her stomach. Before she could start to think that perhaps she might not like to work here, Clyde told her to get on her knees. He locked the door as he went out and he entered the next door booth.
"Well! What do you say. This is an interview. You do want to earn some money don't you?"
Jean really did want to earn some money.
"Welcome Sir, may I please suck your cock?"
"That's a good girl. You're learning fast. Now let's see what sort of a job you can do."
Jean took Clyde's prick into her mouth and worked on it with all the skill she could draw from her short life and relatively limited experience. The booth had been thoughtfully built. The separating wall with the glory hole in it was only a quarter of an inch thick where the hole was. Clyde was well endowed and Jean's mouth was filled. When he called on her to throat him, she tried her best to get his prick further down, but she was gagging and her eyes began running. She was determined not to fail so she sucked and licked for all she was worth until she eventually felt the tell tale throb of the dick as he started to cum. Jean gulped and swallowed it down making sure not to spill any and then licked around the head to ensure there were no drops left. Remembering the instructions Jean said
"thank you Sir. That was glorious."
"Indeed that was Glorious Jean. Not the best blow job I have ever had, but you will be OK with practice. What you need to remember is that Glorious can offer jobs to girls like you because of the service it provides."
As Clyde was saying this, the door to the men's room opened and somebody walked in. Clyde quietly said
"get ready girl"
and walked out of the cubicle.
He said 'Hi' to somebody and a shadow crossed the hole as another man stood close to it. It had become suddenly obvious that her interview was not going to be with Clyde alone.
Jean braced herself.
"Welcome Sir. Please may I suck your cock?"
There was no reply. A few seconds later a wrinkled and small, soft prick was flopped through the hole. Jean hesitated and then slipped it into her mouth. She drew back the uncircumcised foreskin and sucked gently on his sensitive glans. She wriggled her tongue in the guy's piss hole and the small dick grew in her mouth. In fact it became very rigid and grew to fill her almost as much as Clyde had done. As Jean sucked and licked she started to tingle and slipped a hand into her panties where she rubbed her clit in rhythm to her sucking. When she felt the prick swell that little bit before it ejaculated she spasmed with her own orgasm. In the grip of her climax, Jean sunk her face into the groin of the customer and took the load straight into her throat.
Jean removed her hand from her knickers and licked the softening prick with some affection.
"Thank you Sir. That was glorious."
As the light returned to the glory hole, Jean noticed the receding pubic hair was grizzled and grey. It had never entered her mind that the anonymous customer might have been an old man.
After the man had left, Clyde returned to the cubicle and unlocked it.
"Nice one. I see you enjoyed yourself quite a lot there."
Jean flushed with embarrassment and Clyde pointed to the cameras reminding her that she had not been as alone as she had felt. In his hand he held a portable monitor.
"Whatever I am doing or wherever I am, I can see what is going on in the booth and one or two other places as well."
Jean blushed all over again thinking about how Clyde had watched her bringing herself off. This was more embarrassing than that she had a stranger's dick in her mouth.
Clyde took her back into the restaurant. He showed her the sign that said 'WC's'.
"See the apostrophe after the 'C'. Whenever there is a girl locked in the glory hole booth that lights up red. Only people who know what it means would ever notice it."
Jean looked around the room. A man who must have been in his seventies had just settled himself into his chair and was replacing a napkin on his lap. Next to him was a grey haired old lady. He looked happy. He was fat, wrinkled and ugly. Could she possibly have just had an orgasm with that man's prick in her mouth and swallowed his cum? The thought horrified and excited her at the same time.
Clyde took Jean back to his office and then opened the door into a back room.
"The way to do well in every organisation is through asslicking. The problem in most places is that people are not quite sure how to do it or who they should do it to. Here it is simple. I am the boss and everybody else licks my ass if they want to please me. I give bonuses when I feel like it to anybody I want to. How much, how often and who gets it depends on how much I have been pleased."
Clyde explained that this was his pleasure room. Staff were only allowed in here naked. The interview would be completed in this room and, as a potential member of staff, Jean could only enter without her clothes so if she wanted to complete the interview she knew what to do. Clyde opened a locker for her to put her clothing in.
Jean felt that she had already committed herself enough and there wasn't really anything to lose by completing her exposure to this strange boss. She was confirmed in this feeling when he said
"I am not going to fuck you. I will leave that for your boyfriend."
As she stripped off Jean was thinking about the asslicking comment that Clyde had made. She wanted to ask him what he meant, but she just couldn't. He told her she had pretty little tits and then when she slipped off the final article, her tiny thong, Clyde said
"that bush will have to go. Things are going well for getting a place here, but the only person working here who is allowed pubic hair is me. Anyway, come on in."
It was not a large room. There was a canvas, film director style chair and a long, flat leather upholstered exercise bench on castors. A large, high definition TV screen was hung on the wall facing the chair. Beside the chair was a small table on which there was a laptop and a few other bits and pieces.
Clyde showed Jean that the chair had a split seat. He took off his own lower clothing and sat on the seat, spreading his buttocks as he did so.
"OK. Now lie on the bench with your head at my end and your feet on either side. That's it. Use your legs to walk the bench back until your face is underneath me."
Jean did as she was instructed and realised that the asslicking was literal. She was going to have to lick Clyde's ass to get this job. A couple of boyfriends ago she had got quite drunk and the guy had stuck his tongue up her ass. It was great, but when he wanted her to do it to him she sobered up pretty quickly and avoided it by giving him a BJ. It didn't look like there was going to be any avoidance this time.
As Jean looked up at the hairy ass and balls above her, focussing on the brown sphincter, Clyde pumped a handle on the side of the bench. Her face was moving closer to his ass. He only stopped when he felt her nose touch him and then he told her to start licking.
At first Jean tried to lick around the hole, but Clyde gave the handle another half crank pushing her mouth close.
"Get that tongue right in and show some enthusiasm if you want the job."
To emphasise his words Clyde picked up a narrow plastic fly swat from his table and gave her pussy a stinging swipe. The shock caused Jean to gasp a pleasant warm breath of air on Clyde's wet asshole and then she plunged her tongue in.
"That's it. Now work it around."
Jean did as she was told and instead of the revulsion that she had expected, she began to feel moist and tingly between her legs again. She pushed her tongue in and out with as much energy as she could. Her increasing breathing rate continued to blow warm air to the deliciously massaged ass from her mouth and nose.
"You.ve got it girl. Another five minutes and the job is yours."
Jean finished her task with all the energy she could manage and when Clyde lowered the bench her jaw was aching. He told her to sit up. He was a good looking man in early middle age and his large prick was now standing ramrod hard from his lap. Jean felt that she was soaking wet on the leather bench and she knew she was going to leave a stain.
Without another thought she said
"Please Sir, may I suck you off?"
He took her hair and drew her onto his erection. It didn't take long for Jean to bring Clyde to his climax and as he was nearing it he worked her clit with his fingers until they both came together.
"OK. The job is yours and I am sure you are going to do very well. Now before you decide whether you want the job you need know one more thing."
Clyde used the laptop and a video came up on the large wall screen. It was the men's room containing the glory hole booth. The camera was showing the urinals. When they had gone in there Jean's attention had not been on these and she had not noticed that there were two normal urinals, but between them there was a kneeling pad the same as the one in the booth and in place of the ceramic sanitary ware there was just a short chain fixed to the wall and a broad leather, studded collar hung from it.
As she was watching, Clyde led in a naked woman. She had seen this woman working in the kitchen. The video continued while Clyde explained that she had been caught stealing meat from the kitchen. She had begged not to be sacked or reported to the security officer and Clyde had agreed a deal with her. Part of that deal was that she should spend one complete six hour shift in the urinal.
Jean watched open mouthed as the woman knelt and the collar was fixed around her neck. It was broader at the front than the back so her head was tilted back. Clyde ordered her to open her mouth. She did so and it made her head go back even further. There was a raised place at the front of the kneeler. She was told to place her hands on it and Clyde secured her wrists into leather cuffs.
At that point Clyde stopped the video.
"You know what you are in for. Do you want the job?"
"May I start now please Sir?"
When Clyde bought his drink he was the only person at the bar and the guy serving him looked miserable.
"What's up Mark?"
"Oh, trade's really bad Clyde. Since the economy went tits up I get hardly anybody in here. I am behind with the rent and the management company are threatening to terminate my lease."
"Well yeah, things are tough, but not every business is in trouble. You have got to have something special to pull people in."
"You're right, but I just haven't got any ideas left. I had to stop the live entertainment because I can't afford it any more."
"You've never eaten at my place have you Mark?"
"Jeez Clyde. You are so expensive and yet you always seem to be busy. I just wish I could afford come to Glorious and find out how you do it."
Look, I like to come in here for a drink and a bit of quiet company. The meal's on me. Come on round next time you are not working. You'll be well fed, but it could just do a little more for you than that."
Mark was intrigued, but he couldn't get anything more out of Clyde. After a couple more drinks Clyde left and there was a trickle of customers until closing time. A poor night, but Mark felt a bit happier and it wasn't only that he was going to get a free meal. Clyde oozed money and success. There had to be something in this mysterious offer. The restaurant was only in the next street and Mark walked past it on his way home instead of taking his usual route.
It was midnight and the last few diners were leaving. They were all smiling happily, giving cheery goodbyes to the staff and chatting enthusiastically as they went to their cars. It was a scene you could see at any restaurant except that there were more men than women among the clients and they seemed so much more animated than most people after a good meal.
It was five days before Mark could get away from work at the right time for an evening meal. He rang Clyde and said that he would like to take up his offer. Clyde said that he was fully booked, but as Mark was a single diner and he knew he didn't get too many chances to get away from the bar he would bring out an extra small table.
Mark expressed his gratitude and dressed his smartest. When he arrived he was greeted at the door by a beautiful teen-aged waitress who showed him to a tiny table in the corner of the throbbing restaurant.
"You are an honoured guest Sir. I have instructions to tell the owner as soon as you arrive. Mr Watkins will be with you shortly."
Handing Mark the menu she said " my name is Carole and I will be your waitress for this evening. I will be pleased to meet your every wish."
This last comment was delivered with Carole looking straight into his eyes and her lovely cleavage prominent as she leaned towards him.
Mark settled into his seat and started looking at the menu. He tried to ignore the distracting movement in his groin. Before he had looked at many of the tempting dishes on offer Clyde was beside him.
"Delighted that you could join us Mark. I won't disturb you now. Just make your selection from our menu and when you have finished your starter tell Carole to show you through to my office. We will have a little chat before your main course. Until then I would like to suggest that you look around you carefully and watch what is happening. Bon appetit!"
With that Clyde was gone. Mark found it hard to concentrate on the menu. All this was so mysterious. He looked around him and couldn't see anything special except the large number of male diners as he had observed previously. There were two tables of six men each and that was unusual. If it had been any normal restaurant Mark would have taken them to be business men, but there was something about the atmosphere in here that told him their purpose was pleasure rather than work.
After Carole had returned twice Mark finally put in his order. As he took his first sip of wine and picked up an olive there was a sudden murmur about the room. The diners were looking restless and one man made his way rather quickly towards the rest room. Not long afterwards Mark's garlic prawns were served and he tucked into his delicious starter.
The moment the man returned from the gents there was a scbanging of chairs. Two or three men moved as if to get up, but just one man left. The pattern continued. Each time one man came back into the restaurant another apparently needed to relieve himself immediately and there always seemed to be only one person going at a time.
Almost as soon as he had put down his cutlery from finishing the starter Carole was back at the table side. Smiling beautifully she said.
"Will you please be kind enough to accompany me to Mr Watkins' office Sir?"
Mark took another sip of wine before standing up and following Carole's pretty ass and very long legs to the back of the restaurant. As they passed the WC's a smiling man emerged. He went to hold the door open for Mark before realising that he and Carole were going somewhere else. Mark thanked him and the guy very obviously winked and broadened his smile.
Carole tapped on the door and showed Mark into her boss's office before turning away to return to waiting on table.
"Well Mark. What do you think so far?"
"Your food is excellent. My compliments to the chef and your staff are really top quality. I couldn't have been made to feel more welcome. And it certainly works. You're chock full."
"Yes we do well. Most of may staff are working their way through college. Learning some valuable life lessons at the same time as they study their books. Clyde grinned. So you haven't noticed anything special about my place? Apart from the food and waitresses of course."
Well I don't know what it is, but there is something going on. There is a strange feeling of anticipation in the room and guys are following each other into the john all the time. It's as if you only have one urinal or something and they have to grab their turn."
Clyde laughed. "You're close man. They are certainly trying to get their turn." He swivelled on his chair and pointed a remote control at the screen on the wall. When it flashed into life there was a naked girl on her knees sucking a dick at a glory hole.
"Hmm. Very nice." Said Mark, "but you didn't call me in to show me some porn did you?"
"It's live footage mate. Straight from the cubicle across the corridor and the lady there is one of my waitresses."
Mark looked more closely.
"No kidding." At that moment there were some drawn out grunts from the screen. The girl was swallowing as a cum load filled her mouth. She carefully sucked and licked the prick clean and thanked its owner effusively. He left and within a few seconds the door clanged again and she was asking the new occupier if she could suck him off. Sure enough another cock came through the hole and she had it in her mouth right away.
"That's seven loads she swallowed in half an hour and it will be eight in a minute. There could be fifteen men's cum in her belly by the time her hour is up. She's got good technique. Brings them off quick leaving plenty of happy clients. That's the way I like it."
Mark was glued to the screen. Speechless.
After a few moments of silence Clyde went on.
"Now you know why this is such a successful business. Play it right and your bar could do just as well as us. Now I will let you get back to your meal, but before you go. Take a look at the WC's sign when you get back to your table. When the apostrophe is lit up there is a girl at the glory hole in cubicle three. Carole is due to do an hour in there later this evening."
"Fucking hell." Was all that Mark could say. Clyde showed him out of the office.
Once Mark was comfortably seated again he looked up at the sign and registered the small apostrophe illuminated with a red light. Carole was at his side very soon.
"Are you ready for your main course Sir! And may I get you anything else?
"I'd like to wait for a few minutes and may I have a jug of water please?"
"Of course Sir. Right away"
Not only was he surprisingly thirsty, Mark did not want to hurry this evening. He slowly sipped at his water and wine, all the time observing the succession of men visiting the lavatory. Carole visited three times to see if he was ready for his meal. Each time he declined. Although she was entirely compliant and polite it was obvious that she was getting concerned about the delay. The last thing on Mark's mind was whether his food might spoil. Carole finally came and said.
"I must leave in a few minutes Sir. I am required for other duties."
"Oh. OK. Yes I will have my main course now if you have time."
"Of course Sir."
Carole hurried away and as she did so the apostrophe light went out. She returned in seconds and after serving him she gave a curtsey.
"Please excuse me Sir. Your replacement waitress will introduce herself shortly."
Mark started to eat. The food was excellent, but he was really paying it very little attention. The restaurant was quieter now and there was no movement to and from the lavatories. A few minutes later he looked up to the figure approaching his table. The lovely young woman in neat waitress uniform was the same naked girl he had seen on her knees swallowing cum only a short while ago.
"Good evening Sir. I am Susan and I am replacing Carole. Is everything satisfactory with your meal?"
Mark snapped out of his recollections.
"Oh yes. Yes, the food is excellent."
She smiled sweetly. "I am here to provide anything you need Sir. Would you like anything else to drink?"
Mark could not get what she had been drinking out of his mind and then the apostrophe lit up again. Not a second passed before he was on his feet and heading for the door. No time to say a word.
The moment those soft warm lips closed around his dick Mark visualised Carole's lovely eyes looking up at him and that delicious cleavage. She worked her tongue expertly and sucked so that he knew he could not last long in this paradise. He longed to be able to grab her head and thrust deep into her throat. As if she had read his mind Carole pressed her face firmly against the thin partition where Mark was tight against the other side. Just as his cockhead fully entered her throat he groaned and let go a huge jet of jism straight down inside her. Carole eased back a little and sucked the softening prick while the rest of his load discharged into her mouth.
Mark knew that Carole was naked on the other side of that wall. He really wanted to hug her and relish the gorgeous body he saw in his mind. He was going to do things a little differently in his bar, but Clyde was a genius. This was going to be his salvation. He arrived back at his table to find that Susan had removed his plate to keep the food warm. By the time he had got into his seat and raised his glass to his lips she returned it.
"Thank You Susan. That was thoughtful."
"My pleasure Sir. Please be sure to let me know if there is anything at all that I can do for you."
In this establishment that offer meant so much more than it would anywhere else. The pretty girl standing beside him had a belly full of cum and she knew that he had just fucked her colleague's mouth. This was a place like no other. Unable to resist, and without really thinking about it at all, Mark put his hand under her short skirt and felt her cunt. That there were no knickers was unsurprising. Instead of a bush of curly hair he found perfectly smooth, damp flesh and soft, plump lips. Rather than leaping back, screaming or showing any sign of shock Susan spread her legs to allow easier access.
Mark eased three fingers into the sweet, young cunt. Susan moved towards him a little and spread her legs wider allowing further entry. Juices trickled into his palm and Mark took his hand away. He sucked his fingers.
"Thank you Susan."
"No, it is for me to thank YOU Sir. Thank you for allowing me to assist you in enjoying the Glorious experience."
"You have certainly done that Susan and I hope you will help me a lot more in the future."
"I look forward to it Sir."
Mark finished his meal with his head full of thoughts. From Susan's juicy cunt to Carole's expert mouth and then back to the future of his bar. Clyde really knew how to do business. He had barely been aware of his food. When Susan came to clear his plate and ask for his dessert order Mark could only think of leaving to get on with his plans.
"No Susan. Thank you, but I need to leave now."
"If you must Sir. I look forward to seeing you again very soon. Mr Watkins has instructed me to ensure that you have everything you want this evening. Please don't leave if there is anything more I can do for you. Mr Watkins would not like you t ogo without being fully satisfied."
"I don't think I have felt so satisfied in years Susan, but you could come back to my place if you like."
"Of course Sir. I will just get permission to leave."
"No, no. It was a joke. I'm sorry."
"Really Sir. Mr Watkins would want me to please you. You are welcome to have me."
"Oh boy Susan. You really are amazing. I am going to have to take up that offer sometime, ,but it just can't be today."
Mark reached for his wallet. Susan put her hand on his.
"No Sir, please. I have orders. I must not take any money from you."
Mark looked at her. There was no arguing. He kissed her gently on the cheek, bade her goodnight and left.
Jean knew that this was no ordinary job before she applied.
She had just started college. As is normal, she had been assigned a second year student to help her get to know where things were and what happened. Carole was a really friendly, helpful person and she had become a good friend to Jean already although they had only known each other for a week. The one thing that was obvious from the beginning was that Carole was not as short of cash as other students. Jean told her that things were really tight for her and she was going to have to find some bar work as soon as she could. The problem was that every student was doing the same thing and she didn't have any experience.
Jean asked Carole if she worked. Carole avoided the question at first,but at the end of the week they had got to know each other better and they shared a bottle of wine in Carole's room. Jean said that she had called in to several places asking for work, but got nowhere. Carole told her that she thought there might be a place for a girl like Jean at the restaurant where she worked, but it was no ordinary job.
"Look, I am only going to mention this once and then never talk about it again. Here is the number of my boss. If you want to ring him for a job he will tell you what it is all about and it is up to you whether you want to do it. It's not for everybody and If you aren't interested I understand. I am not going to say anything about the job, but if you really want some decent money and you are broad minded then..."
She let her words tail off and Jean tucked the slip with the telephone number into her purse. The job wasn't mentioned again.
Next day Jean waited until the afternoon before plucking up the courage and finally ringing the number. The guy she spoke to seemed really nice. He said he might have a place for the right girl with real commitment and enthusiasm. Jean assured him that she did have those things. He told her to turn up at 8pm, to bring her birth certificate with her and be ready for an interview which would require her to show that she had got what it needed to work for him. She said that Carole had not told her what the job involved and he just chuckled.
"She's a good girl. If you can do as well as Carole you will have a comfortable time at college, but this is a very special job. You have got to be prepared to do what is required."
Jean was puzzled, excited and even a bit frightened, but she was determined that she could do anything that Carole could do.
Clyde shook her hand firmly when she was shown into his office. He told Jean to sit down and asked to see her birth certificate.
"Just turned eighteen then. Ideal so long as you know enough about the world."
He told her that the restaurant, Glorious, was owned by him alone and that the entirely female staff were answerable only to him. It was a payment by results operation. If he offered her a position she would be paid her share of thirty percent of the takings during her shift. For example, if they took £1,000 during a six hour shift and there were six staff working that shift, they would each get £50.
The other side of the deal was that any complaints, mistakes, breakages or other losses were paid for by whoever was responsible for them. Clyde stopped her as Jean was about to say that she couldn't afford to pay if she made a mistake.
"You can pay for any of your errors without it costing you a penny so long as you have a good attitude to our customers. They are the most important people here. Come and let me show you round."
Clyde led Jean into the restaurant. It was busy. The only thing making it a little different from the average restaurant was that there were more than the usual number of single male diners. Their next stop was the kitchen where two women chefs were working hard. So far everything was completely straightforward, but then Clyde took Jean towards the Gents. Apparently unconcerned whether anybody might be using it, he opened the door and showed her in. To their right was a row of urinals which he ushered her past and then there were three cubicles facing them. On the left was the open door of a normal lavatory. In the centre was a closed door marked private which Clyde now opened. There was no WC inside. In fact there was nothing in there at all. Clyde pointed to the right hand wall where there was a life size painting of a naked woman on her knees. The Marilyn Monroe look alike face had her bright red lips open and there was a round hole where her mouth was.
After telling Jean to take a good look he then showed her into the right hand cubicle. There was an upholstered leather kneeling pad facing the left hand wall on which was painted a picture of a naked muscular young man with the hole she had seen on the other side where his penis would be.
"OK. Now you see what happens. If you work here and if ever I get a complaint about you or you cause me any kind of cost or problem you come in here for a period of between fifteen minutes and two hours. Entirely my decision and there are no appeals. Any arguing and you either get to pay a bit more or you leave straight away. When you come in I set the time lock from the outside and you come out when it unlocks. The two video cameras in here record your every movement and sound."
Clyde went on to explain that while they were in the glory hole booth, staff members had to suck off every man who came in. They were to ensure that each man came to orgasm and then they swallowed his cum. While they were in the booth, if a man come in to the glory hole they were required to say
"Welcome Sir, may I please suck your cock?"
When they had shot their load she was required to lick the guy clean and then say
"Thank you Sir. That was glorious."
Jean had sucked a few cocks in her time and enjoyed it, but she now knew what was special about this place and she was getting butterflies in her stomach. Before she could start to think that perhaps she might not like to work here, Clyde told her to get on her knees. He locked the door as he went out and he entered the next door booth.
"Well! What do you say. This is an interview. You do want to earn some money don't you?"
Jean really did want to earn some money.
"Welcome Sir, may I please suck your cock?"
"That's a good girl. You're learning fast. Now let's see what sort of a job you can do."
Jean took Clyde's prick into her mouth and worked on it with all the skill she could draw from her short life and relatively limited experience. The booth had been thoughtfully built. The separating wall with the glory hole in it was only a quarter of an inch thick where the hole was. Clyde was well endowed and Jean's mouth was filled. When he called on her to throat him, she tried her best to get his prick further down, but she was gagging and her eyes began running. She was determined not to fail so she sucked and licked for all she was worth until she eventually felt the tell tale throb of the dick as he started to cum. Jean gulped and swallowed it down making sure not to spill any and then licked around the head to ensure there were no drops left. Remembering the instructions Jean said
"thank you Sir. That was glorious."
"Indeed that was Glorious Jean. Not the best blow job I have ever had, but you will be OK with practice. What you need to remember is that Glorious can offer jobs to girls like you because of the service it provides."
As Clyde was saying this, the door to the men's room opened and somebody walked in. Clyde quietly said
"get ready girl"
and walked out of the cubicle.
He said 'Hi' to somebody and a shadow crossed the hole as another man stood close to it. It had become suddenly obvious that her interview was not going to be with Clyde alone.
Jean braced herself.
"Welcome Sir. Please may I suck your cock?"
There was no reply. A few seconds later a wrinkled and small, soft prick was flopped through the hole. Jean hesitated and then slipped it into her mouth. She drew back the uncircumcised foreskin and sucked gently on his sensitive glans. She wriggled her tongue in the guy's piss hole and the small dick grew in her mouth. In fact it became very rigid and grew to fill her almost as much as Clyde had done. As Jean sucked and licked she started to tingle and slipped a hand into her panties where she rubbed her clit in rhythm to her sucking. When she felt the prick swell that little bit before it ejaculated she spasmed with her own orgasm. In the grip of her climax, Jean sunk her face into the groin of the customer and took the load straight into her throat.
Jean removed her hand from her knickers and licked the softening prick with some affection.
"Thank you Sir. That was glorious."
As the light returned to the glory hole, Jean noticed the receding pubic hair was grizzled and grey. It had never entered her mind that the anonymous customer might have been an old man.
After the man had left, Clyde returned to the cubicle and unlocked it.
"Nice one. I see you enjoyed yourself quite a lot there."
Jean flushed with embarrassment and Clyde pointed to the cameras reminding her that she had not been as alone as she had felt. In his hand he held a portable monitor.
"Whatever I am doing or wherever I am, I can see what is going on in the booth and one or two other places as well."
Jean blushed all over again thinking about how Clyde had watched her bringing herself off. This was more embarrassing than that she had a stranger's dick in her mouth.
Clyde took her back into the restaurant. He showed her the sign that said 'WC's'.
"See the apostrophe after the 'C'. Whenever there is a girl locked in the glory hole booth that lights up red. Only people who know what it means would ever notice it."
Jean looked around the room. A man who must have been in his seventies had just settled himself into his chair and was replacing a napkin on his lap. Next to him was a grey haired old lady. He looked happy. He was fat, wrinkled and ugly. Could she possibly have just had an orgasm with that man's prick in her mouth and swallowed his cum? The thought horrified and excited her at the same time.
Clyde took Jean back to his office and then opened the door into a back room.
"The way to do well in every organisation is through asslicking. The problem in most places is that people are not quite sure how to do it or who they should do it to. Here it is simple. I am the boss and everybody else licks my ass if they want to please me. I give bonuses when I feel like it to anybody I want to. How much, how often and who gets it depends on how much I have been pleased."
Clyde explained that this was his pleasure room. Staff were only allowed in here naked. The interview would be completed in this room and, as a potential member of staff, Jean could only enter without her clothes so if she wanted to complete the interview she knew what to do. Clyde opened a locker for her to put her clothing in.
Jean felt that she had already committed herself enough and there wasn't really anything to lose by completing her exposure to this strange boss. She was confirmed in this feeling when he said
"I am not going to fuck you. I will leave that for your boyfriend."
As she stripped off Jean was thinking about the asslicking comment that Clyde had made. She wanted to ask him what he meant, but she just couldn't. He told her she had pretty little tits and then when she slipped off the final article, her tiny thong, Clyde said
"that bush will have to go. Things are going well for getting a place here, but the only person working here who is allowed pubic hair is me. Anyway, come on in."
It was not a large room. There was a canvas, film director style chair and a long, flat leather upholstered exercise bench on castors. A large, high definition TV screen was hung on the wall facing the chair. Beside the chair was a small table on which there was a laptop and a few other bits and pieces.
Clyde showed Jean that the chair had a split seat. He took off his own lower clothing and sat on the seat, spreading his buttocks as he did so.
"OK. Now lie on the bench with your head at my end and your feet on either side. That's it. Use your legs to walk the bench back until your face is underneath me."
Jean did as she was instructed and realised that the asslicking was literal. She was going to have to lick Clyde's ass to get this job. A couple of boyfriends ago she had got quite drunk and the guy had stuck his tongue up her ass. It was great, but when he wanted her to do it to him she sobered up pretty quickly and avoided it by giving him a BJ. It didn't look like there was going to be any avoidance this time.
As Jean looked up at the hairy ass and balls above her, focussing on the brown sphincter, Clyde pumped a handle on the side of the bench. Her face was moving closer to his ass. He only stopped when he felt her nose touch him and then he told her to start licking.
At first Jean tried to lick around the hole, but Clyde gave the handle another half crank pushing her mouth close.
"Get that tongue right in and show some enthusiasm if you want the job."
To emphasise his words Clyde picked up a narrow plastic fly swat from his table and gave her pussy a stinging swipe. The shock caused Jean to gasp a pleasant warm breath of air on Clyde's wet asshole and then she plunged her tongue in.
"That's it. Now work it around."
Jean did as she was told and instead of the revulsion that she had expected, she began to feel moist and tingly between her legs again. She pushed her tongue in and out with as much energy as she could. Her increasing breathing rate continued to blow warm air to the deliciously massaged ass from her mouth and nose.
"You.ve got it girl. Another five minutes and the job is yours."
Jean finished her task with all the energy she could manage and when Clyde lowered the bench her jaw was aching. He told her to sit up. He was a good looking man in early middle age and his large prick was now standing ramrod hard from his lap. Jean felt that she was soaking wet on the leather bench and she knew she was going to leave a stain.
Without another thought she said
"Please Sir, may I suck you off?"
He took her hair and drew her onto his erection. It didn't take long for Jean to bring Clyde to his climax and as he was nearing it he worked her clit with his fingers until they both came together.
"OK. The job is yours and I am sure you are going to do very well. Now before you decide whether you want the job you need know one more thing."
Clyde used the laptop and a video came up on the large wall screen. It was the men's room containing the glory hole booth. The camera was showing the urinals. When they had gone in there Jean's attention had not been on these and she had not noticed that there were two normal urinals, but between them there was a kneeling pad the same as the one in the booth and in place of the ceramic sanitary ware there was just a short chain fixed to the wall and a broad leather, studded collar hung from it.
As she was watching, Clyde led in a naked woman. She had seen this woman working in the kitchen. The video continued while Clyde explained that she had been caught stealing meat from the kitchen. She had begged not to be sacked or reported to the security officer and Clyde had agreed a deal with her. Part of that deal was that she should spend one complete six hour shift in the urinal.
Jean watched open mouthed as the woman knelt and the collar was fixed around her neck. It was broader at the front than the back so her head was tilted back. Clyde ordered her to open her mouth. She did so and it made her head go back even further. There was a raised place at the front of the kneeler. She was told to place her hands on it and Clyde secured her wrists into leather cuffs.
At that point Clyde stopped the video.
"You know what you are in for. Do you want the job?"
"May I start now please Sir?"
When Clyde bought his drink he was the only person at the bar and the guy serving him looked miserable.
"What's up Mark?"
"Oh, trade's really bad Clyde. Since the economy went tits up I get hardly anybody in here. I am behind with the rent and the management company are threatening to terminate my lease."
"Well yeah, things are tough, but not every business is in trouble. You have got to have something special to pull people in."
"You're right, but I just haven't got any ideas left. I had to stop the live entertainment because I can't afford it any more."
"You've never eaten at my place have you Mark?"
"Jeez Clyde. You are so expensive and yet you always seem to be busy. I just wish I could afford come to Glorious and find out how you do it."
Look, I like to come in here for a drink and a bit of quiet company. The meal's on me. Come on round next time you are not working. You'll be well fed, but it could just do a little more for you than that."
Mark was intrigued, but he couldn't get anything more out of Clyde. After a couple more drinks Clyde left and there was a trickle of customers until closing time. A poor night, but Mark felt a bit happier and it wasn't only that he was going to get a free meal. Clyde oozed money and success. There had to be something in this mysterious offer. The restaurant was only in the next street and Mark walked past it on his way home instead of taking his usual route.
It was midnight and the last few diners were leaving. They were all smiling happily, giving cheery goodbyes to the staff and chatting enthusiastically as they went to their cars. It was a scene you could see at any restaurant except that there were more men than women among the clients and they seemed so much more animated than most people after a good meal.
It was five days before Mark could get away from work at the right time for an evening meal. He rang Clyde and said that he would like to take up his offer. Clyde said that he was fully booked, but as Mark was a single diner and he knew he didn't get too many chances to get away from the bar he would bring out an extra small table.
Mark expressed his gratitude and dressed his smartest. When he arrived he was greeted at the door by a beautiful teen-aged waitress who showed him to a tiny table in the corner of the throbbing restaurant.
"You are an honoured guest Sir. I have instructions to tell the owner as soon as you arrive. Mr Watkins will be with you shortly."
Handing Mark the menu she said " my name is Carole and I will be your waitress for this evening. I will be pleased to meet your every wish."
This last comment was delivered with Carole looking straight into his eyes and her lovely cleavage prominent as she leaned towards him.
Mark settled into his seat and started looking at the menu. He tried to ignore the distracting movement in his groin. Before he had looked at many of the tempting dishes on offer Clyde was beside him.
"Delighted that you could join us Mark. I won't disturb you now. Just make your selection from our menu and when you have finished your starter tell Carole to show you through to my office. We will have a little chat before your main course. Until then I would like to suggest that you look around you carefully and watch what is happening. Bon appetit!"
With that Clyde was gone. Mark found it hard to concentrate on the menu. All this was so mysterious. He looked around him and couldn't see anything special except the large number of male diners as he had observed previously. There were two tables of six men each and that was unusual. If it had been any normal restaurant Mark would have taken them to be business men, but there was something about the atmosphere in here that told him their purpose was pleasure rather than work.
After Carole had returned twice Mark finally put in his order. As he took his first sip of wine and picked up an olive there was a sudden murmur about the room. The diners were looking restless and one man made his way rather quickly towards the rest room. Not long afterwards Mark's garlic prawns were served and he tucked into his delicious starter.
The moment the man returned from the gents there was a scbanging of chairs. Two or three men moved as if to get up, but just one man left. The pattern continued. Each time one man came back into the restaurant another apparently needed to relieve himself immediately and there always seemed to be only one person going at a time.
Almost as soon as he had put down his cutlery from finishing the starter Carole was back at the table side. Smiling beautifully she said.
"Will you please be kind enough to accompany me to Mr Watkins' office Sir?"
Mark took another sip of wine before standing up and following Carole's pretty ass and very long legs to the back of the restaurant. As they passed the WC's a smiling man emerged. He went to hold the door open for Mark before realising that he and Carole were going somewhere else. Mark thanked him and the guy very obviously winked and broadened his smile.
Carole tapped on the door and showed Mark into her boss's office before turning away to return to waiting on table.
"Well Mark. What do you think so far?"
"Your food is excellent. My compliments to the chef and your staff are really top quality. I couldn't have been made to feel more welcome. And it certainly works. You're chock full."
"Yes we do well. Most of may staff are working their way through college. Learning some valuable life lessons at the same time as they study their books. Clyde grinned. So you haven't noticed anything special about my place? Apart from the food and waitresses of course."
Well I don't know what it is, but there is something going on. There is a strange feeling of anticipation in the room and guys are following each other into the john all the time. It's as if you only have one urinal or something and they have to grab their turn."
Clyde laughed. "You're close man. They are certainly trying to get their turn." He swivelled on his chair and pointed a remote control at the screen on the wall. When it flashed into life there was a naked girl on her knees sucking a dick at a glory hole.
"Hmm. Very nice." Said Mark, "but you didn't call me in to show me some porn did you?"
"It's live footage mate. Straight from the cubicle across the corridor and the lady there is one of my waitresses."
Mark looked more closely.
"No kidding." At that moment there were some drawn out grunts from the screen. The girl was swallowing as a cum load filled her mouth. She carefully sucked and licked the prick clean and thanked its owner effusively. He left and within a few seconds the door clanged again and she was asking the new occupier if she could suck him off. Sure enough another cock came through the hole and she had it in her mouth right away.
"That's seven loads she swallowed in half an hour and it will be eight in a minute. There could be fifteen men's cum in her belly by the time her hour is up. She's got good technique. Brings them off quick leaving plenty of happy clients. That's the way I like it."
Mark was glued to the screen. Speechless.
After a few moments of silence Clyde went on.
"Now you know why this is such a successful business. Play it right and your bar could do just as well as us. Now I will let you get back to your meal, but before you go. Take a look at the WC's sign when you get back to your table. When the apostrophe is lit up there is a girl at the glory hole in cubicle three. Carole is due to do an hour in there later this evening."
"Fucking hell." Was all that Mark could say. Clyde showed him out of the office.
Once Mark was comfortably seated again he looked up at the sign and registered the small apostrophe illuminated with a red light. Carole was at his side very soon.
"Are you ready for your main course Sir! And may I get you anything else?
"I'd like to wait for a few minutes and may I have a jug of water please?"
"Of course Sir. Right away"
Not only was he surprisingly thirsty, Mark did not want to hurry this evening. He slowly sipped at his water and wine, all the time observing the succession of men visiting the lavatory. Carole visited three times to see if he was ready for his meal. Each time he declined. Although she was entirely compliant and polite it was obvious that she was getting concerned about the delay. The last thing on Mark's mind was whether his food might spoil. Carole finally came and said.
"I must leave in a few minutes Sir. I am required for other duties."
"Oh. OK. Yes I will have my main course now if you have time."
"Of course Sir."
Carole hurried away and as she did so the apostrophe light went out. She returned in seconds and after serving him she gave a curtsey.
"Please excuse me Sir. Your replacement waitress will introduce herself shortly."
Mark started to eat. The food was excellent, but he was really paying it very little attention. The restaurant was quieter now and there was no movement to and from the lavatories. A few minutes later he looked up to the figure approaching his table. The lovely young woman in neat waitress uniform was the same naked girl he had seen on her knees swallowing cum only a short while ago.
"Good evening Sir. I am Susan and I am replacing Carole. Is everything satisfactory with your meal?"
Mark snapped out of his recollections.
"Oh yes. Yes, the food is excellent."
She smiled sweetly. "I am here to provide anything you need Sir. Would you like anything else to drink?"
Mark could not get what she had been drinking out of his mind and then the apostrophe lit up again. Not a second passed before he was on his feet and heading for the door. No time to say a word.
The moment those soft warm lips closed around his dick Mark visualised Carole's lovely eyes looking up at him and that delicious cleavage. She worked her tongue expertly and sucked so that he knew he could not last long in this paradise. He longed to be able to grab her head and thrust deep into her throat. As if she had read his mind Carole pressed her face firmly against the thin partition where Mark was tight against the other side. Just as his cockhead fully entered her throat he groaned and let go a huge jet of jism straight down inside her. Carole eased back a little and sucked the softening prick while the rest of his load discharged into her mouth.
Mark knew that Carole was naked on the other side of that wall. He really wanted to hug her and relish the gorgeous body he saw in his mind. He was going to do things a little differently in his bar, but Clyde was a genius. This was going to be his salvation. He arrived back at his table to find that Susan had removed his plate to keep the food warm. By the time he had got into his seat and raised his glass to his lips she returned it.
"Thank You Susan. That was thoughtful."
"My pleasure Sir. Please be sure to let me know if there is anything at all that I can do for you."
In this establishment that offer meant so much more than it would anywhere else. The pretty girl standing beside him had a belly full of cum and she knew that he had just fucked her colleague's mouth. This was a place like no other. Unable to resist, and without really thinking about it at all, Mark put his hand under her short skirt and felt her cunt. That there were no knickers was unsurprising. Instead of a bush of curly hair he found perfectly smooth, damp flesh and soft, plump lips. Rather than leaping back, screaming or showing any sign of shock Susan spread her legs to allow easier access.
Mark eased three fingers into the sweet, young cunt. Susan moved towards him a little and spread her legs wider allowing further entry. Juices trickled into his palm and Mark took his hand away. He sucked his fingers.
"Thank you Susan."
"No, it is for me to thank YOU Sir. Thank you for allowing me to assist you in enjoying the Glorious experience."
"You have certainly done that Susan and I hope you will help me a lot more in the future."
"I look forward to it Sir."
Mark finished his meal with his head full of thoughts. From Susan's juicy cunt to Carole's expert mouth and then back to the future of his bar. Clyde really knew how to do business. He had barely been aware of his food. When Susan came to clear his plate and ask for his dessert order Mark could only think of leaving to get on with his plans.
"No Susan. Thank you, but I need to leave now."
"If you must Sir. I look forward to seeing you again very soon. Mr Watkins has instructed me to ensure that you have everything you want this evening. Please don't leave if there is anything more I can do for you. Mr Watkins would not like you t ogo without being fully satisfied."
"I don't think I have felt so satisfied in years Susan, but you could come back to my place if you like."
"Of course Sir. I will just get permission to leave."
"No, no. It was a joke. I'm sorry."
"Really Sir. Mr Watkins would want me to please you. You are welcome to have me."
"Oh boy Susan. You really are amazing. I am going to have to take up that offer sometime, ,but it just can't be today."
Mark reached for his wallet. Susan put her hand on his.
"No Sir, please. I have orders. I must not take any money from you."
Mark looked at her. There was no arguing. He kissed her gently on the cheek, bade her goodnight and left.
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