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Hand Job Slut Ch. 09

byCarnevil9©

Chapter 9: The Franchise

Alvin, the senior engineering student, noticed the short, plump blonde girl sitting alone at a desk near the library men's room. He was a bit confused. There were never women in the engineering library! Not even short, plump, plain-looking ones like her. He had to investigate. He went up to her.

"Hello!" said the blonde girl, looking up from her textbook. "Welcome to Super Sluts, your hand job super store! Would you like to take a look at our menu? We have several specials tonight." She handed him a laminated card.

Alvin glanced down at the card, and read the "specials" that were being offered:

Number 1: The Pump: Your basic one-handed pumping hand job; fast and furious. Guaranteed to launch your sperm across the room!

Number 2: The Twist: Two-handed twisting-action hand job; one of our most popular. Not recommended for customers with heart conditions.

Number 3: The Middle Eastern: lots of oil and lots of violence! Very messy; recommend that you come with a change of clothes.

Number 4: The Washing Machine. Plenty of agitation in all directions. Guaranteed to help you with your "load."

Number 5: The Fire Starter: brings out the inner Boy Scout in everyone. Two flat palms and an infinity of pleasure.

Number 6: The Clarinet: ten fingers will play a tune on your organ that you will never forget. This is a melody that will run through your mind all day long!

All hand jobs are $20, cash in advance, please.


Alvin pushed his glasses up on his nose and studied the card for a few minutes. He hadn't had anything even approaching sex in quite a long time. He looked at the short plump blonde girl, and said, "I'd like the Number 4, please." He handed over a crumpled twenty dollar bill. The short blonde girl stuffed the bill into the slot of a green metal strongbox. She took a pen and checked off the Number 4 box on her order pad.

"Can I have your name?" she asked. "It doesn't need to be your real name, of course."

"Alvin," said Alvin. The blonde made a note on the pad. She tore off the sheet and handed it to him.

"Go inside, and take this to room number three. Your Handi Girl today will be Sandi." Nancy, the blonde girl at the desk, watched him walk back into the men's room. She smiled to herself. The choices on the menu were pure marketing, of course. Her Handi Girl's used the menu choice, along with their own intuition and their observations of what their clients enjoyed most, to determine how to best perform their hand jobs. But giving the client a choice at the beginning made him feel that much more comfortable with the entire process; it made him feel like he was in control, and enhanced his satisfaction. It was just good business.

Alvin pushed open the door to the men's room. There were three stalls. The first two had their doors closed, and men's feet were visible, facing backwards, in each of them. The door of the third stall was open, and a pretty red haired girl was inside, sitting on the lid of the toilet. She looked up from her paperback novel as he walked in.

"Hello, I'm Sandi, your Handi Girl!" she said, smiling and dimpling. She was quite curvaceous, with large breasts and sweet hips, and had flashing green eyes and bright red fingernails. She held out her hand, and Alvin handed her the slip of paper.

"Oh, I see that you've selected Number 4, The Washing Machine. An excellent choice, Alvin. I can see that you are a gentleman of good taste." She closed the stall door and turned to Alvin. "May I take down your trousers?" she asked sweetly. Without waiting for an answer, she unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and underwear to the floor. She grasped him by the hips and moved him in front of the toilet, as she sat back down on the lid. "My, what a nice cock you have, Alvin!" she told him. "Would you care for a little lube for starters?" She ran her hand up and down a rack on the wall, and selected a clear bottle of Astroglide. She poured a long thin bead of the lube along the top of Alvin's already-stiffening cock. Alvin grinned, and shuddered with anticipation. He could tell that he was in the hands of a professional.

Sandi flexed her fingers in front of Alvin's eyes. He could see the bright red nail polish, matching the red of Sandi's hair and her bright red lipstick. He watched her soft, sexy hands approach his raging hard-on, and slowly, gently, wrap themselves around his shaft. She interlaced her fingers, letting her combined hands fully engulf the already-turgid shaft of his cock. Pressing her palms together, she spread the lube all over the hot, vein-laced organ. She looked him in the eyes.

"You have a great cock, Alvin," she said to him. "It feels so alive in my hands; so strong, so hard, so masculine!" She began to twist her hands back and forth, back and forth, keeping her fingers interlaced. At the same time, she raised them up and down along the length of his shaft, down to the root, then up to the tip, and then back again. She imitated the agitation motion of a washing machine, plunging and twirling, applying slick, sliding motions of her cool smooth hands and the slick, viscous lube all over the sensitive skin of Alvin's organ. She started slowly and gently, and gradually, slowly, increased both the speed and the pressure, just like Nancy had taught her. She kept looking into Alvin's eyes and speaking his name, making him feel like the most important person in the world.

Alvin didn't get a lot of sex, being an engineering student, and he wanted to make this experience last. The feeling of the cool, smooth fingers all over his shaft, sliding and spinning and agitating like a washing machine, was almost too good to be true. He started working differential equation problems in his head to help himself hold out. Meanwhile, Sandi increased the speed and intensity of her hand motions, trying to bring him to the edge. But his orgasm wasn't coming.

"You know what, Alvin?" Sandi asked sweetly. "I like you. I think I'm going to give you a special treat. How would you like a tit-job added to your hand job, no charge?" Alvin grinned like an idiot and nodded his head vigorously. Sandi temporarily removed her hands from his cock, and pulled her sweater up and over her head. Her large, perfectly formed breasts, unencumbered by a bra, tumbled out and bobbed gently on her chest. Alvin eyes bugged out. He knew that his holding-out scheme was now shot to hell.

Sandi took the bottle of lube and drizzled several long, slick beads between her breasts. Alvin watched the thick liquid slide lewdly down into her cleavage. Sandi then leaned forward, and pressed Alvin's straining cock into the soft, pillowy valley between her breasts. She pressed them together with her palms, placing her bright red fingertips along the length of the cock shaft. Then she rose and fell from the waist, sliding the engorged member up and down in that silken channel as her fingertips massaged the shaft and swirled over the sensitive rim of the head.

By now, Alvin was a goner. He had quite a backlog of semen stored up. He could feel his orgasm beginning to well up deep inside his balls. He put one hand on the wall of the bathroom stall to steady himself as he heard the blood beginning to pound in his temples. Sweat was breaking out on his brow as he watched his cock pistoning up and down in Sandi's deep, beautiful cleavage. The flashing red fingernails captivated his gaze. He saw the flaring head of his cock turn a deeper shade of purple, and swell slightly wider. He saw the slit in the end of his cock open up, like a mouth about to vomit, and then he felt the lurching deep in his loins that signaled his release. Involuntarily, he closed his eyes as a long white rope of sperm erupted from his cock, shooting up Sandi's chest and splattering onto the underside of her chin.

Sandi continued her tit-pumping motions on Alvin's cock as he pumped another jolt, and another, of hot white cum. Her chest and neck were coated with the thick white goo. As his cock finally began to wilt, his eyes fluttered back open. Sandi stared into them and flashed him a pretty smile.

"That was a very nice load, Alvin," she said to him. "I enjoyed it very much. Thank you for visiting Super Sluts!" She handed him a towel, and Alvin wiped himself off, still very much in a daze. Eventually, he handed her back the towel, pulled up his trousers, and walked back out of the men's room.

The plump blonde girl looked up from her book. "Thank you for visiting Super Sluts," she said, as he walked by. "Come again, and be sure to tell a friend!" Alvin gave her a little wave, and staggered back to his study carrel, to see if he could force his mind to focus on his calculus homework. But he wasn't very optimistic.

Meanwhile, Handi Girl Andi, a petite, blonde, blue-eyed pixie of a girl, was just getting started on Seymour in stall number one. Seymour had selected Number 6, the Clarinet. Seymour was a short, slight boy, and Andi could see in his tender face that he had a sweet, romantic soul. She decided to give him a hand job that would suit his gentle nature.

She held his cock lightly between her finger tips, as if she was holding a clarinet and waiting for her turn to play. Then she began to gently flutter her fingers up and down the length of his shaft, with her thumbs working the thick, sensitive ridge on the under side. Seymour cooed with pleasure at this gentle teasing. Andi leaned forward, and drooled a long strand of saliva into the action, massaging it into the sensitive cock skin with continued fluttering strokes. Eventually, she stopped fluttering and focused on sliding her fingers up and down the length of the shaft, still using just the gentle pads of her fingertips. Seymour sighed with delight. On each stroke, as she approach the tip of his cock, her thumbs would strum across the ultra-sensitive frenulum, the tiny triangle of skin below the head. Seymour would jerk and shudder with ecstasy each time.

When a tiny drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of Seymour's cock, Andi changed her tactic. She held the base of his cock gently in her left hand, and extended her right index finger toward the shiny, gooey droplet. She pressed gently on it, spreading it out. Then she swirled her fingertip around and around the surface of the cock head, smearing in the slick natural lube. Seymour almost swooned. As more pre-cum appeared, Andi continued to massage it around, further and further down the shaft, still using just her one fingertip. When half of the cock was covered with pre-cum, she shifted her hand, and brought her soft palm in contact with the underside of the shaft, sliding her palm up and down like a giant tongue. Then she swirled it up over the head, circling and sliding. Finally, she closed her hand into a loose, gentle fist, and grasped the cock head by the rim. She rotated her hand, back and forth, as if trying to open a slippery doorknob.

Andi looked up at Seymour's face. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was ragged. She knew this was it. She tightened her fist on the sensitive rim of his cock, and speeded up her twisting motion. Simultaneously, she started jerking her left hand up and down the shaft. Seymour's knees buckled and he nearly fell, but he managed to keep his feet. Jism began pouring out of his cock slit, filling Andi's hand, and overflowing down to the floor. His hips bucked as load after load of pearly white cum poured out into Andi's cupped palm. When the loads finally subsided, Andi watched his face. Eventually, he opened his eyes and looked at her in awe.

Andi flashed him a cute, dainty smile, and then raised her cupped palm to her mouth, all the while keeping her eyes locked with his. She stretched out her little pink tongue, and dipped it down into the pearly lake of jism, scooping up a thick streamer. Seymour's eyes bugged out. Then she tilted her head back and poured the entire puddle back into her throat, and swallowed it down.

"Yummy!" Andi said. "Thank you, Seymour. You have delicious cum! I hope you'll come back another time and let me taste some more of it."

"Umm, yes, umm, you're welcome," stammered Seymour. He pulled up his trousers, gave Andi a sheepish smile, and ran out.

"Thank you for visiting Super Sluts," said Nancy as he passed by her. "Come again, and be sure to tell a friend!" Nancy was always marketing. Then she turned to Theodore, a tall, athletic looking student standing in front of her. He had just given her his twenty dollars, and she had stuffed it into the strongbox. "Take this to room number two. Your Handi Girl today will be Candi."

As Nancy turned back to her text books, Theodore pushed open the door to the men's room and went to the second stall. Inside, he found a tall, muscular woman with brown hair and eyes. She stood up and held out her hand for his slip of paper.

"Hello, Theodore," said Candi. "I'm Candi, and I'll be your Handi Girl. I see you didn't select any of our specials. What can I do for you today?"

"Well," said Theodore, "I don't have much experience with hand jobs, so I figured I'd just let you decide what would be best." He looked her up and down, and admired her fine, athletic frame, much like his own.

"That's fine, Theodore," said Candi. Like all of Nancy's girls, she knew to make liberal use of the client's name. "Let's have a look at that cock of yours and see what you need." She sat back down on the toilet lid and undid his trousers, letting them drop to the floor along with his underwear. His large, veined, and slightly curved cock sprang forward. "Oh, my. That's a big one!" said Candi, admiring the flared purple head atop the long, thick shaft. "Let me see what I can do."

Candi grasped Theodore's cock in her right hand, her fingers curling around the shaft, in the thumb-down position. The thumb-down grasp was the most potent, as it most closely simulated the feeling of a vagina. Theodore sucked air into his lungs at the first touch of her cool, smooth hand on his organ. She gently stroked up and down, and began to talk to him.

"You have a wonderful cock, Theodore," Candi was saying. "I love the way it feels in my hand, beating, like a heart, with a life all its own." Her hand stroked up and down, her thumb and forefinger alternately buried in his thick thatch of pubic hair, and swirling around the sensitive rim of his cock head. "I'm going to get you half way there with this basic stroke, and then I'm going to show you my specialty: the thumb ring stimulator."

Theodore said nothing. He stood there, mute, admiring this strong, athletic woman, so purposefully stroking his shaft, up and down, with strong, even, deliberate strokes. He felt his cock growing, filling with blood, and becoming longer and harder with each pump. Then Candi began to talk to him again.

"You see this ring on my thumb, Theodore?" she said. Indeed, the silver ring on her right thumb was flashing in the neon lights of the bathroom stall. "I like to use this to stimulate and tantalize a man's most delicate, delightful cock flesh." She slid her hand up and almost off of his cock, in such a way that he rough, hard, metal surface of the ring scraped, gently, across the sensitive rim of his cock head. Theodore shuddered with delight.

"You like that, don't you?" said Candi, with a giggle in her voice. "I thought that you would!" She continued her stroking, with the obdurate metal surface of the ring again and again caressing his sensitive cock rim. After several repeats of this stroke, she turned her hand and grasped his cock head like a doorknob. "How about this? Do you like this move?" She twirled her fist around his cock head, the metal of the ring now tracing along the circular ridge of his cock head, stimulating all 360 degrees of the intensely sensitive organ. Theodore wiggled and jiggled in ecstasy! "Yes, I thought you would," Candi said. She continued to twist and twirl. Pre-cum oozed copiously out of Theodore's cock slit, lubricating the motion of her twisting, twirling hand.

"Now, I'm going to run my thumb ring up and down your urethra, Theodore," said Candi. She returned her hand to the thumb-down position, with her thumb ring positioned over the long, sensitive ridge along the underside of his penis. She stroked, slowly and firmly, along the length of the shaft, her ring teasing and stimulating the tender tube on the underside. Theodore let out a long low moan of pleasure as she stroked, up and down, always giving a good hard flick to the sensitive frenulum at the top of her stroke. "Do you like that?" she asked.

"Oh yes, oh God yes!" said Theodore, sweat breaking out all over his face. "Please don't stop!" Candi continued her stroking, watching his chest closely to monitor his breathing. She knew that he was close.

"I want you to come for me, Theodore," Candi said. "I want you to shoot your big load of cum for me. I haven't had any dinner today, Theodore, and I want to swallow your cum. Will you cum in my mouth for me, Theodore?"

This was just too much for Theodore. The combination of the talented stroking, the delicious torture of the thumb ring, the dirty talking, and the beautiful, athletic woman before his eyes, pushed him over the edge to orgasm. His hips jerked and his cock spat a huge load of cum. Candi positioned her open mouth inches from his cock head, and caught his first thick, pearly, white rope of jism directly on her tongue. She didn't catch it all, or swallow it all, but she caught and swallowed a lot of it. Rope after rope pumped into her waiting mouth, and any spurt that didn't make it down her throat did manage to drip lewdly down her chin, and land on her chest. Eventually Theodore, gasping for breath, and totally spent, watched her take a towel and wipe herself off. Then she offered it to him to likewise clean himself up.

"Thank you, Theodore; that was wonderful!" said Candi.

"No, thank you," said Theodore. "Are you guys here every night? I might need to spend more time at the library."

"I don't know what our schedule will be, but we'll be back," Candi assured him. "Tell your friends!"

And so the night continued. Students came up to Nancy; she took their cash, their names, and their hand job preferences, and sent them back to the stalls. Andi, Candi, and Sandi did their best to satisfy the horny engineering students all night long. Thanks to Nancy's training and their own natural talents, the ladies sent every customer home completely drained and satisfied.

By 1 a.m., the stream of customers had slowed down to a trickle. Nancy was satisfied. The opening night of Super Sluts had done a steady business for five solid hours. Even after paying her Handi Girls their $30 per hour, she had taken in more money for herself that she would have earned working alone. And she had been able to study for her college courses at the same time. Her plan was working out wonderfully. She called the girls out from their stalls.

"Ladies," said Nancy. "You have done wonderfully tonight. Let's go out to Murphy's and celebrate. I'm buying."

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Murphy's was a small bar near the engineering campus. It was quiet and intimate, and was rarely very busy, as most of the engineering students spent their evenings studying rather than drinking. Nancy, Andi, Candi, and Sandi found a nice quiet table near the back and ordered several pitchers of beer. Brandi, a friend of Nancy's and another hand job slut, also joined them. Nancy had told her that she would be celebrating something special tonight. Actually, she wanted to approach Brandi about joining her organization.

The five ladies raised their glasses of beer and toasted the success of the opening night of Super Sluts. Several pitchers later, they were still celebrating, and their tongues were getting looser and looser.

"Well, I've never had more fun in my entire life!" exclaimed Andi, the short blonde pixie. "I love stroking off all those boys and eating their cum. And the money is better than what I was getting from student aid for the last three years."

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