Hand Job Slut Ch. 11

"What is it, darling?" asked Curt. "You can tell me anything."

"I think I love you, Curt. Can you believe that? Can you believe that it's possible for a hand job slut to be in love? Is it possible that I can love you, and is it possible, maybe, that you can love me?"

Curt kissed her, and looked deep into her eyes. "Of course I believe it, darling. I've loved you for a long time." He pulled her close and kissed her again, deeply.

After awhile, Nancy rolled off of Curt's body, and lay next to him on the bed, on her back. She breathed deeply. Curt waited for her to collect her thoughts.

"Curt, I never liked sex before. I always thought it was horrible. I always avoided it. But this time, with you, it was, it was.... It was wonderful!"

"Of course, sweetheart," Curt told her, looking into her face with tenderness and devotion. "When you are in love, everything is different."

Nancy looked at him, propped up on her elbow. He was so beautiful. "I think you are right," she said. A sly grin crept across her face. "But just to make sure, let's do it again."

Curt rolled over and knelt between Nancy's legs. He gently spread her dimpled knees apart. His cock, still full and rigid, pressed up against her swollen pussy lips. "Yes, darling," he said. "Let's do it again, just to make sure." He pressed his cock into her. Her lips parted, eagerly accepting his flaring cock head. His hips pressed into hers. His mouth sought hers. She responded eagerly, all tongue and hands and hips. Curt was quite certain that he could get used to this.

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A week later, Nancy was presiding over a meeting of the management personnel of her Super Sluts organization at Carl's dive bar in the manufacturing district. They all sat at a booth near the back of the bar. Little blonde pixie Andi and voluptuous, redheaded Sandi sat on one side of the booth, holding hands beneath the table. Brandi and athletic Candi sat on the other side of the booth, their arms around each others' waists. Nancy sat on a chair at the end of the booth by herself.

"Well," said Nancy, "How are our three hand job site teams doing?"

"Great, Nancy," said Brandi. Brandi was General Manager of the Super Sluts operation, having taken over many of Nancy's duties during her illness. Her job was to visit each of the three sites each night, and make sure things were going all right. She also collected the coupons from the strong boxes each night, and forwarded them to Nancy for analysis, along with her data sheets. Nancy spent most of her time analyzing market data, plotting trends, and planning strategic moves. "Business is up at each site. Each of the three teams has two sites to work, and we rotate sites between teams every two weeks. Just like you wanted."

Nancy nodded. This was good news. Business was up. But she was ready to expand again, opening more sites. "Are any of the Handi Girls ready to be promoted to Hostess? We need to branch out to more than three locations each night to capitalize on the growing business base. And, of course, we need to hire and train more Handi Girls."

Brandi looked from Andi to Candi to Sandi. "What do you guys think?" she asked.

Sandi spoke up first. "I think Chloe is ready to be a Hostess," she said. "She has a great intuitive grasp of what the customers want, and a good rapport with the other girls. I think she is ready."

Andi spoke up too. "I think Molly is ready, too," she said. "She has natural talent, and natural leadership ability."

"How about your girls, Candi?" Nancy asked. "Are any of them ready to run their own crew?"

Tall, athletic Candi looked thoughtful. "Not quite yet, Nancy. But Zelda is getting close. Maybe in a few more weeks she'll be ready."

"Excellent," said Nancy. "I think we need to start planning our next round of expansion. Let's start thinking about which additional campus buildings will support a full time hand job crew. I'd like to double our penetration within the next three months. Remember; the more we expand, the better it is for all of us. It's just good business." She looked from face to face. "I'll start working on recruiting new Handi Girls. I'll go to the student aid building and find some cute, desperate women, the same way I found you guys. And I'll start developing some training materials: workbooks, sketches, and maybe some videos. I can't continue to train everyone personally if we keep expanding."

Brandi spoke up. "Nancy," she said. "I've been talking to my cousin Angela. She's a business major down at State University, and is really impressed with our business model. She is interested in starting a branch of Super Sluts on her campus."

"Excellent!" Nancy said again. "We can't limit ourselves to just our campus. The sky is the limit. There are thousands of college campuses around the country. Brandi, we might need to take a road trip."

The girls all raised their beer glasses in a toast. "To Super Sluts!" said Nancy.

"To Nancy!" said Brandi. "Our fearless leader!" The all clinked their glasses together.

Curt came over from the bar, where he'd been drinking and bantering with his friends. He stood behind Nancy's chair, putting his arms around her neck and resting his chin on top of her head.

"What are you ladies yammering about?" he said. "It sounds like you are having fun."

Nancy looked up at him, a loving smile on her face. "I'll tell you later, darling. In bed. Run along now and go play with your friends."

Curt planted a huge kiss on her mouth, which lasted for several minutes. "I'll hold you to that, you know," he joked, as they finally broke apart.

"Curt," asked Brandi, "Now that you and Nancy are an item, don't you have a problem with her running a hand job business? And giving hand jobs to the guys here at the bar?"

"Hell, no!" said Curt. "The guys here all love Nancy's hand jobs, and they have for a long time. If she stopped doing them, and they thought it was because of me, they'd kill me!" He made a joking horrified face. "She has to keep giving hand jobs, or I'd be a dead man!" Nancy looked up at him and blew him a kiss.

"Curt, you and Nancy are so in love it is almost disgusting," Brandi chided. Curt blew Brandi a kiss, and went back to his friends at the bar.

"Okay, no more distractions," said Nancy, blushing. She was still getting used to being in love, but was obviously proud of her relationship with handsome, devoted Curt. "Now, ladies, let's get back to business. We have lots of plans to discuss..." But her smile, from ear to ear, never left her face.

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Thus ends the story of Nancy, the Hand Job Slut, and the rise of her Super Sluts chain. Let's leave her alone for now, to enjoy her new-found love with Curt in privacy.

But, if there is interest, the stories of the many other hand job sluts on campus might continue!