I have a pretty kinky fantasy about being a bathroom attendant in a mens room who is also freeuse. It's something I imagine when I'm really horny. One of my dirtiest versions of this fantasy goes like this-
A big sex store opened up in town and I'm desperate for a job. I put in an application and think that I'm going to be hired as the girl working the front desk or stocking the shelves... but I actually get hired as the mens restroom attendant. I don't realize this until my first day, when my new boss sits me down and shows me my work uniform. It's a little black g-string with a matching lingerie bra and high heels. My job is to make sure that the men in the restroom get whatever they need, and also to keep the place clean. Having clean bathrooms is so important to him that he hired me for the job.
Of course, I soon learn that my "work uniform" never stays on my body long. The horny men at the sex store love to strip me naked and take pieces of my skimpy outfit home as souvenirs. I usually end up spending all day in the bathroom completely naked with my perky DD tits on full display and my waxed little pussy in full view of everyone. The men use me for whatever they need... which you can probably imagine what that means... They usually like to fuck me doggy style right there on the tile floor of the bathroom before grunting as they cum in my little 23 year old pussy. But at least they usually leave me a tip before they go.
Sometimes they like to fuck me while I scrub the floors or the urinals, I feel so dirty when they do that. Sometimes they only make me strip on the pole that's in the bathroom or make me show off what the lingerie they are buying for their wives and girlfriends will look like.
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My mom and I grew up pretty poor. We lived in a trailer park and she was a single mom who got pregnant with me as a teenager. When I was young she worked as a stripper on the weekends to support us because she had no other skills. She would leave at night and come home super late.
When I became a teenager she was getting a little to old to be a dancer and she quit because she wasn't making as many tips as a 30+ yr old dancer. Although she did still know a lot of men around town, and she started working for them...
Several times a week she would either go out on dates with them or have me spend the night at a friend's house so that she could work.
When I turned 18 she told me that I needed to get a job and start helping with the bills. I told her there aren't any jobs for a young woman like me in our little farm town. The cafe doesn't need another waitress and I can't afford to move away to college.
She told me that if she can figure it out then so can I. I should try to find a night job so that she has privacy to work from home in the evenings. Of course there is only one night job for young ladies around here... The Wet Mare.
Of course my mother still had all her old outfits and they fit me. I didn't want to strip but she told me that when she was my age she didn't either, and I'll get used to it.
That's how I found myself walking into the private room of the club for a job interview. Wearing a sparky pink bra that barely was able to hold in my perky DD tits, and matching pink g-string that left very little to the imagination. My pink high heels clicked seductively on the floor as I realized that the club owners office had a stripper pole in it. There was also a leather couch against the wall.
Mommy had told me that the club owner was a good man but expected his dancers to be obedient. So just be a good girl and do whatever he says and I'll make enough money to pay rent. She didn't tell me about the humiliating thing his girl had to do or how he made them work late to play with each other and with him and his friends...
I can just imagine him and all the men who regularly go to the club, they'll probably laugh at me and say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Some of Mommies boyfriends have probably been waiting for me to have to start having to work here...
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