The Maid's Motto Ch. 03

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The walls were surprisingly messier and harder to clean than the floors. But Cheryl knew the tricks of the trade to get anything out. Part of her wished she had gotten the house and Kat had gotten the store to clean, but the arrangement wasn't without benefits. The sex industry was a luxury, which meant prices were ridiculous. She was lucky to buy a new costume every few months. Now the store was her closet and all she had to do was clean it. Once the sexual area was clean and tidy, the rest of her time was an opportunity to explore as much as it was to clean.

It took several hours, but the gloryhole was finally sanitary, at least for the time being. Cheryl happily moved onto the next area of the store, the sex doll section. There was a time when the blow-up doll was the most advanced product out there. Now the sex dolls were realistic women with exaggerated proportions. Big tits, round asses and plump lips. Cheryl touched the smooth, soft skin, and it was almost identical to her own. It was the perfect product for lonely men.

The price tag on the most realistic dolls were $100,000, a steep price, but the quality was there to back it up. Did her in-store credit extend to this? Would she even want a sex doll? That was a discussion to be had with Tim later. For now, the sex dolls needed to be dusted and inspected for imperfections. Cheryl bit her lip. And maybe, if no one was looking, she could explore the functionality as well.

Tim rushed from the back of the store, ignoring Cheryl as he walked by. His movements suggested urgency as he looked through his collection of sex dolls.

"No... Shit." Tim said.

Cheryl approached him from behind and startled him with a tap on the shoulder.

"Oh Jesus, I thought you were one of the dolls."

"What's wrong?" Cheryl asked.

"An important customer called, and I told him we had a brand-new sex doll with blonde hair." Tim said. "I forgot the shipment doesn't come in until next week."

"So just call him back and tell him that."

"He's already on his way and I cannot afford to lose him." Tim said. "He buys... a lot of stuff."

Tim stepped back as he had a moment of realization.

"But maybe I could show him a preview."

"What do you mean?" Cheryl asked.

"You'll do anything to make sure I am satisfied right... at least that's what your partner was all about."

"That's what I'm here for." Cheryl said reluctantly. Whatever makes the customer's life easier.

"All right, strip down, we need to prepare you."

So much for cleaning and exploring. Cheryl did as she was told.

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The servers filtered out in two rows and then walked to their assigned tables. It was one table per person which was a relief to Cindy. She hadn't been a server in a while and one of her main issues with the job had been her inability to keep orders straight between multiple tables. One table was a piece of cake, especially with a set menu. The only thing she had to worry about remembering was what plate went where and their drink orders.

Rochelle went to the front of the room and stood behind the set-up podium.

"Welcome everyone to tonight's special dinner courtesy of The Pound. We hope you enjoy the meal, and we know you'll enjoy the dessert."

The crowd laughed. Rochelle blew a kiss and stepped down. The table's attention turned to Cindy.

"Hello everyone, I'll be your bitch tonight." Cindy said. She turned in a circle to give them a full view of her body, as instructed. The rest of the servers did the same for their tables. "What drinks would you like to start with?"

Cindy took their order and placed it at the server bar. It gave her time to watch how the rest of the servers behaved and she didn't like what she was seeing. Servers were aggressively groped in every area of their body, most notably, their tits, ass, and pussy. There was no resistance as the servers stood and let their table help themselves as much as they wanted. Other servers sat in laps, performed lap teases, or crawled under the table.

'Whatever makes the customer's life easier.' The motto played through her head. Releasing a load probably made most of the customers' lives easier. Cindy sighed. She could leave any time if things became too much to handle. Only time would tell. She grabbed her drink orders from the bar counter and headed back to the table. As she handed out the drinks, the groping began. They touched her ass, slipped their fingers under her thong to caress her pussy and gave her tits a good squeeze. Like the other servers, she did nothing to stop it and complacently acted like the toy that her table thought she was.

"Hey server, come over here." one of the guests said.

Cindy walked over and dropped to her knees at the older man's gesture. His bodyweight and scent of cologne suggested he was recently retired from a sedentary corporate job. As further instructed, she leaned forward with her rack on display and allowed the man to pour his drink into her cleavage. Because the lingerie bra was tight to her body in the position she was in, the liquid remained pooled against her chest. However, any movement would break the seal and spill it all below. So, she remained still as the man slipped a straw in and drank from his new glass. As far as Cindy was concerned, it wasn't the worst position to be in. The ice-cold drink swirled around her nipples and made them hard as they pointed through her bra. It was uncomfortable and pleasurable all at the same time.

"Norm, why do you have to take our server away like that. What if I wanted another drink?" another older, skinnier man said.

"Relax, I will be done before the next round." Norm said.

"Well, I call next." the skinny man said. "Her pretty little mouth looks like it's full of surprises."

Cindy hoped the large man never finished his drink. Some of the other servers had crawled under tables and although she couldn't think of any reason other than the obvious, it was all but confirmed now. Was James still worth pursuing at the cost of sucking a stranger's cock? So far, it wasn't any worse than the poker party and she had given plenty of oral to strangers that night. The table discussion turned to other topics and the man finally took his last sip. He dismissed Cindy with a gesture, and she stood up and turned to the table.

"Can I take your drink orders again?"

"Ya I'd like a blow..." The skinny man's wife slapped him on the arm. He gave her an annoyed stare. "I'll have an Old Fashion."

He wasn't allowed now, but that was probably just so the table could order drinks again. Cindy took the rest of the orders and headed back to the bar. Once she placed her order, the bartender told her that Rochelle wanted to see her. Cindy promptly headed to the kitchen.

"What's up?" Cindy said nonchalantly, with her focus on mentally preparing to take a cock in her mouth when she got back to her table. "Woah, that's an...interesting outfit."

Rochelle stood in the same outfit as Cindy and the rest of the servers, but it was a few sizes too small for her figure. The top barely covered her tits and the tightness resulted in plenty of cleavage. Her thong was absorbed by her pussy and ass making it look like she was naked at certain angles. Her mask and ears were for a pig and her butt plug tail curled at the end. All in all, it was an embarrassing costume for someone of Rochelle's exquisite grace and position. It really put into perspective how much control James had over his employees. To reduce a woman that Cindy had respected and felt intimidated by to just another toy for his guests spoke volumes about Rochelle's true value to the Company.

"One of our servers didn't show up." Rochelle said.

"So, you need me to do two tables?"

"No." Rochelle said. "Unfortunately, I've been instructed to serve in her place."

Cindy smiled on the inside. A taste of her own medicine.

"Oh. What do you need me for?"

"I'm taking your table." Rochelle said. "I'm familiar with those guests and don't want some random stranger exploring me."

"Okay, where am I going?"

Rochelle opened the door and pointed to the corner. "That's your new table. Their drink orders are ready at the bar. I assume the same for your table?"

Cindy nodded.

"Good, then I will go explain the changes to them. Now hurry up, they've been impatiently waiting for service."

Cindy grabbed the new drinks order and walked over to her new table.

"Finally, some service."

She momentarily froze in her tracks. This wasn't a table full of random guests. This was a table full of people she knew. First there was the friendly neighbor couple that lived next door, then her former senior year high school teacher and his wife, then a couple she didn't know. Connecting them all was none other than her parents. Turns out her parents had secrets of their own.

Her father banged the table. "Let's go slut."

Cindy realized they couldn't recognize her with the mask on. To them, she was probably just some hot blond willing to do anything for extra money. Her father's loud voice and command of the table suggested this was a place they came often. She handed the drinks out, hoping no one recognized her. Or maybe she did hope that so they wouldn't do anything. Both scenarios seemed equally terrible.

Once she was finished, she moved to the side, but her father grabbed her arm.

"Excuse me, but my wife and I would like to sample your delights."

Her mother giggled. Cindy didn't know how to react. If it were a stranger, hesitancy would be for a completely different reason. Should she continue knowing that if at any point her parents found out, it would be awkward for the rest of her life? And could she speak, or would that give her away? The best option was to remain silent for as long as possible. If she did need to speak, she would do it in a higher pitched voice.

Cindy sighed internally, mentally preparing herself. If she just acted like the object she was perceived to be, then it was easier to swallow her pride. All the other servers were basically sex toys for their table, that's what made the customer's life easier. She pushed aside all the feelings and accepted the scenario for what it was. As long as her parents thought she was a toy and treated her like a toy, then nothing further humiliating could happen. She moved closer to her father and was about to pull down her panties, but he grabbed her hands and looked at the table with a sly grin.

"Looks like we got a noobie here." Her father said. The other guests laughed. "On the table with your legs spread."

All these unwritten rules Cindy had no idea about. How long had her parents been coming here? Cindy moved dishes out of the way and climbed on the table between her mother and father. She laid back and spread her legs into the splits so she could move her pussy as close as possible to the edge. Never in a million years would she though she'd be in the position of presenting her pussy to her parents. Her father immediately grabbed a knife and cut her panties off.

"Won't be needing these for the rest of the night."

She could tell by his reaction, they were damp. She'd be lying if the taboo nature of being hidden behind a mask and at the mercy of people she knew didn't turn her on. If they knew her identity, then it would be an entirely different story. Her father threw the panties at her.

"Put those in your mouth."

Cindy grabbed the wet panties and shoved them in her mouth. The taste of herself was bittersweet. Leaning on her forearms to get a view, she saw her parents staring at her now bare pussy with full access to do anything they wanted. She was torn between the taboo nature and the longing for her pent-up pleasure to be released.

"Honey. The honor is all yours." Her father said.

Her mother, Charlene, spread Cindy's pussy lips apart and leaned forward. Cindy waited in eager anticipation as she felt the wet tip of her mother's tongue. Her head snapped back, and she enjoyed the sensation, trying her best to ignore the source. The tongue's movements were nothing like a man's and Charlene knew exactly the right spots to hit. Cindy moans were muffled by the panties in her mouth as she was eaten out by her mother in front of people she knew.

Her former teacher groped her tit and she gave no objection. The more pleasure, the better the distraction from any other thoughts in her mind. Two larger fingers entered her pussy and started pumping away furiously as she felt a second tongue lashing away. Cindy peeked and saw both her parents bent over and helping themselves to her. It was not an image she would ever forget.

The only smart thing to do was to lie back and enjoy it. All she had to do was pretend it wasn't her parents making her feel this way. Easier said than done. Another person groped her other tit as all her sensitive areas were being attended to. Why not get lost in the taboo bliss?

Cindy let the feelings take over. She would have never guessed it was her parents with the way they worked her pussy. All this time she had thought they were a vanilla couple who probably took the occasional Sunday for fun. But they were secretly part of this weird swinger like group that had their fun with young women like her. What would they think if they knew it was her? Would that make them more excited? She didn't want to find out. The mask was the only thing saving her from the most embarrassing moment of her life.

With her eyes closed, the hands massaging her breasts became hands of strangers. The warm mouths and wet tongues lashing at her pussy belonged to strangers. She separated the identity and did her best to enjoy the sensations. Irrespective of the people, being used by a group was also a completely new experience for her. And an unforgettable one at that. The wet panties in her mouth helped muffle her delight as she got into it. Her hips grinded into the faces below, antagonizing more. Antagonizing faster. Despite their efforts, she worked to hold back her release.

It was subtle, but in a heightened sense of emotion, every small change was noticeable. One mouth disappeared and the table shifted. Cindy opened her eyes and saw her topless mother crawling towards her. Before Cindy could sit up, her mother's body pinned her down. Charlene's hand reached down and grabbed the wet panties out of Cindy's mouth. She threw them at Cindy's former math teacher, soaking his face with saliva and pussy juice. The table cheered. Cindy didn't know how to process the events unfolding before her as her mother bent over with her lips inches from Cindy's.

"You remind me of myself when I was younger." Cindy's mother said. "And boy was I a distraction."

Their lips locked. Cindy's immediately closed her eyes and tried again to get lost in a world where everyone was a stranger. This wasn't her mother she was kissing; it was a hot young MILF and she needed to reciprocate if she wanted to avoid further probing into her identity. She kissed back picturing Kat. It was the first person who popped into her head that wasn't related. After Cheryl's story about Kat coming on to her, it was a fantasy that Cindy had visited from time to time.

The fantasy took over as the imaginary redhead's tongue tickled her own. She kissed back harder. It was all she could do in her situation. Then she felt the other warm sensation disappear below. It was replaced by not one, not two, but four fingers. Or... Those weren't fingers. Was her father doing the unthinkable? The assault on her mouth regained her attention. Her eyes remained closed, and Kat was still there. Her small frame and playful attitude. If only that were the case.

The smooching stopped abruptly. Her mother's mouth replaced by the gentle touch of a finger on her closed lips.

"I tasted you. It's only fair that you taste me."

Her mother stood up and dropped her panties. In the brief second she had, Cindy looked at the end of the table and was relieved to see it was actually her former teacher balls deep inside her. Sitting off to the side was her father, now enjoying the show of his wife getting it on with a younger female. That was one problem solved for the time being. Dealing with her wild mother was a whole other issue. It was a completely different side that she was seeing which helped with the psychological dissonance needed to get through what was about to happen.

The pussy covered her face and she reluctantly opened her mouth and felt her mother's clit on her tongue. A moan from above encouraged her to keep going. Having experimented with girls, Cindy was no slouch in the oral department. In fact, she was confident that she was better than both her parents based off of her limited exposure to their skillset. So much better that she could probably bring her mother to orgasm. If anything, the challenge was a distraction to the context. Her parents both failed to bring her to orgasm, and they had every weapon at their disposal. All Cindy had was her mouth. And she was going to show what a good little toy she could be.

To Cindy's utter dismay, the tongue action was so good, her mother got more and more into it as she rode her daughter's face. Helping her achieve this was her mother slowly grinding to the movement of the tongue. Cindy matched the pace of her mother's pussy, slowly but surely getting her closer and closer to edging. But the longer and faster she licked, the more her mother kept going. So much so that Cindy was starting to tire out. Sensing the effort dropping off and to Cindy's shock, Charlene grabbed her daughter's hair and pulled her face up into her pussy. Cindy tried to push her off, but the members around the table restrained her arms.

Cindy's head was now under the control of her mother, who gripped Cindy's hair tight and rode her face even tighter. Also competing for her attention was her math teacher pounding her aggressively. These people that she thought she knew were completely different people in front of a hot young blond. Trying to lick her mother became a helpless endeavour as Charlene got off more from being firmly in control than from being touched in the right spot. With everything going on, Cindy never thought about herself or her pleasure until it was too late. Within seconds of each other, her math teacher buried a load deep inside her as her mother covered her face with her own pussy juice.

Charlene gently laid her daughter back down on the table. The only thing Cindy could focus on was the soaked mask against her face and the smell of her mother engrained in the cloth. Moments later, she felt the cum dripping out of her now vacant pussy. Cindy had been fucked and used to such a heightened state that she momentarily forgot where she was. And worst of all, they never brought her to orgasm. Like she had the plague, no one else touched her. One moment they were all orgy fanatics, and the next, they all sat at the table like patient professionals.

Cindy dragged herself off the table and looked down at her naked body on full display. Her panties were no longer functional, and she had no idea where her top was. All she had left was her mask and butt plug tail.

"Excuse me, another drink please." Charlene said in a demanding voice, like Cindy was just some waitress and not the girl her mother had just ridden to orgasm.

Did that really happen or was it all a dream? No one was reacting to her naked body. Of course it happened. Apparently, playtime was over now, and dinner was being served. 'Whatever makes the customers life easier' The mantra rang in Cindy's head. 'Even if they are horny sociopaths,' Cindy added her own twist.

"Can I top up anyone else?" Cindy asked out loud, still disoriented from her sexual escapade.

The rest of the table ordered another round of drinks and Cindy went back to the kitchen with sexual thoughts distracting her. They had fucked her so good, but because she never finished, all she could think about was being fucked silly again by anyone even if it was in front of a crowd. She hoped someone would eventually grab her, bend her over a table, and have their way with her body. But no one did that. In fact, no one did anything remotely sexual to her as she handed out their drinks. If there's one thing for certain, this would go down as the strangest dinner of her life. But the night was far from over.