CHAPTER 27
Joe walked back to his room from work. He had gotten pretty
good at being a waitress now and was proud that he'd been selected
"Waitress of the Month", after only two months on the job.
Joe's big thrill now was going home after work, getting
dressed up in some sexy clothes, and watching television as he
played with his boobs and pussy. Changing out of his uniform, Joe
considered doing something different tonight; a couple of the
groundskeepers had challenged him to play pool, after he'd
commented on their play this afternoon. Joe had been quite a
hustler in his college days, and he thought about how much money he
could take these guys for.
Joe's ass was up on the corner of the pool table. He had on
only his garter belt, stockings, and high heels.
"How do I keep winding up like this?" he asked himself.
Ramon was pounding away, with his huge cock deep in Joe's
tight snatch and Joe, laying down along the rail, held Dwayne's
long black cock firmly between his tattooed lips as it moved in and
out of his gullet, tickling his tonsils.
Gloria Watson sat in Dr. van Damme's office, watching as her
ex-husband was well and truly fucked. When the two gardeners were
done with him, she saw Joe get up and get dressed, semen dripping
from every orifice in his body.
"Well I would never have believed it if I hadn't seen his
progression with my own eyes. I must say I doubted you, but you
really did turn him into a cock-sucking bitch."
"Our goal is customer satisfaction," said Dr. van Damme, "and
Joe's has been working very hard to learn his new housekeeping
skills. It won't be long before he's ready."
"Outstanding," said Gloria Watson, "Good domestic help is so
hard to find these days."
"Is there anything else I can do for you Mrs. Watson?"
"Well Justine, I have a problem appearing on the horizon. In
three years Joe's son, Robert, turns twenty-one and can claim his
inheritance. He is just like his father and I am afraid that it is
his intention to destroy me financially and socially and see to it
that I am left destitute. I was wondering ... is there any way ...
would it be possible ... you know what I mean, to somehow prevent
this sad state of affairs from occurring?"
Dr. van Damme smiled. "Anything's possible."
Dr. van Damme spoke into her intercom. "Clarice. Bring in a
blank contract form please."
THE END
Or is it?
Sounds like those two have something in mind for dear Bob.
I invite you to find out what in the sequel:
Bob Gets His
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Please don't send requests for reposts, missing parts, GIFs, FTP sites, etc.
If you find getting stories from this newsgroup inconvenient, the archive
is available on disk. Send a blank email to adultarc@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org
for more information. Authors wishing to have files added to or removed from
the THC Public archive should contact me at: tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org.
Please refer comments to alt.sex.stories.d or to e-mail. Thank you.
-=( Tommy )=-
