Bell stood up over her until his cock was done dripping. He put it away and zipped up looking like nothing had happened.
Bell turned to face Seth. “We still need to be sure you are following immigration laws.”
Seth blinked and said, “I … ugh … well, I meet the girls here for a thorough interview. If you would like to meet each one for a thorough … background check … like the one you did with Eva just now, well, I think we could arrange that.”
“We normally background check before they are already here.” Agent Bell smiled. “How often do girls come in?”
“Once a week at least,” Seth said.
“Hmm, does more than one come in at a time?”
Seth smiled back. “Sometimes.”
Agent Bell nodded. “Do you mind if I come to check on you from time to time, Eva?”
“Of course,” she said. “I want that very much, Agent Cain Bell.”
“God, you are sexy,” he said. “Even a mess all covered in cum, you are sexy as Hell.”
“Thank you,” she said. She was pretty sure he meant that as a compliment.
Agent Bell looked at Seth. “Her ass is mine. Eva can let you jerk off while you look at her, but only I can touch her until I say otherwise.”
Seth swallowed. “Okay.”
“If you are good and follow the rules, I might let her start giving you handjobs again.”
Seth nodded and looked away. “Okay.”
“But never touch her ass. Only I fuck that ass. Got it?”
Seth chewed at his lip. “Yes, sir.”
Agent Bell stared a moment longer and then walked toward the door. “I’ll see myself out. Thank you for your help in clearing everything up. Call me the next time a girl comes in like we discussed.”
After the door closed, Eva sat up and cum dripped off her chin onto the couch cushion. Seth stared at her without saying anything.
Eva said, “Don’t just sit there. Go finish the dished and then come back and clean up your cum off my carpet. Got it?”
Seth blinked, but he stood and walked into the kitchen to wash dishes like he was told.
Story 19
Chapter One
“Where the hell are you going now, Megan!” my father cried out.
“Nowhere dad, quit bothering me,” I snapped at him.
“Megan, you know that you’re still living under my roof. I don’t give a damn that you’re 19, I want you to quit sassing me off,” my father said.
I rolled my eyes, but then, I heard the same tirade I’m used to with this man.
“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, you brat!” he said.
“Or what? You going to tell mom or something? I’m an adult, you can’t boss me around,” I snapped back at him.
“Yes I can, you bitch! You’re still living with me, so you’re under my rules,” he said.
“Whatever, dad. I’m going out. Don’t try to follow me,” I said with a grumble.
Before he could respond, I flipped him off, closing the door behind me. Gosh, my dad was so annoying. I only lived with him because it’s hard out there for a young adult like me. Hell, I barely knew how to pay taxes, and it’s not like he’s completely kicked me out or anything. He keeps me around, probably because the bastard is lonely. I mean, I don’t have to pay rent, and he provides all my food and a bit of spending money.
In truth, I’ve never worked a day in my life. I don’ see the point, especially when my own father will take care of everything. But he’s so annoying, always getting onto me about everything. He’s acting like if I do something wrong he’s going to tell my mother or some crap, but I don’t get it myself. I mean, why does this bastard think he’s hot shit!? I don’t get it. I can’t stand him, but what else am I supposed to do? I’m just a college kid, and I’m out for the summer.
I went out with a few of my friends, getting some stuff from the mall. I’m glad that he doesn’t bother me, but I had a feeling when I got home, it would be more of the same shit. I mean shit, maybe I should take a job. I can’t stand my dad anyways, and it would mean way less time around him.
It was a thought I considered, but then I remembered that jobs required schedules, and I liked sleeping until noon every day and then playing video games until five AM. But that’s just me. My father couldn’t stand it, and he always threatened me by saying he would make me go to bed at a decent hour. Whatever, he can’t fucking control me.
I got some great stuff, using the card my father gave me. He lets me buy whatever the hell I want. The dude is well-off, so I take it as an advantage to the life I share. I got some neat things, and once I finished up, I headed on back. However, when I got there, my father was sitting in the living room.
“You’re late,” he said.
“I’m not fucking late. I’m right on time,” I muttered with a glance.
“I thought you knew the rules. You’re supposed to be home by nine. It’s nearly ten,” he said.
“Dad, I’m an adult. Why the fuck do you make me have a damn curfew?” I asked him with a snap.
Because it’s obvious that you don’t care about me.
I rolled my eyes once more, and soon, he looked at me.
“Come on, Megan, you’re acting like a brat,” he told me.
“And you’re not the boss of me. I’m an adult,” I told him in response.
“You may believe that, but let’s face it, if you don’t shape up soon, you’re going to regret it. I’m making arrangements, and they’re something you might not like,” he told me.
Oh boo-hoo. I can’t stand this dude, so I just scoffed and walked upstairs. Like he could control me.
It was the same shit every single day. I couldn’t stand living with him, but I was only going to have to do so for a while. However, about a week later, I saw something on the table.
“What the hell is this?” I asked my father.
“Your work schedule,” he responded.
I looked at the guy like he had three heads. What the fuck was this dude talking about?
“I don’t have a work schedule. I don’t work,” I told him with a bit of a rude tone. I mean, it’s obvious that I don’t, he’s just fucking stupid.
“I know you say that now, but you’re not going to be singing that tune once you find out what I’m about to tell you,” he said.
I sat down at the table where he ushered me to, and that’s when he started to sigh.
“Megan, I can’t go the next couple of months like this. I just can’t,” he said.
“Why not? You’re stuck with me. Mom’s gone. She’s been gone for about ten years now, and I don’t have anywhere else to go,” I said.
“You’re bored. I thought that maybe it would be fine having you around. Maybe you would’ve learned your lesson, but it’s obvious that isn’t the case. You’re acting out, being completely rude to everyone, and honestly, I can’t stand it. I try my hardest to make it work for you, but it’s obvious you don’t give a damn,” he said to me.
I looked at him, wondering what the hell he was going to tell me. Was I grounded? That meant more time alone for me.
“So what does this have to do with the work schedule?” I finally asked.
“I asked my buddy Collin if you could come work with him. He owns the local meat shop in town, and I told him you’d be off for the summer. It’s time for you to learn some character, and while I’ve provided a lot for you up until this point, I can’t keep doing this. You’re honestly driving me insane,” he said to me.
I looked at him, listening to the words that he spoke.
“Fuck you,” I said.
“Shut up, Megan. You’re nothing but a little brat, a fucking brat who doesn’t care about anyone else but herself. Listen, Collin is a good man, and I’ll tell you right now, that you’ll appreciate what I’m about to do for you. You need to learn your place in this world. I won’t be around forever and while I’ve helped countless times up until this point, I can’t keep helping you now,” he said t
o me.
I was appalled at the fact that he said that. I was just…I didn’t know what to say. A part of me wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, that he wasn’t the boss of me or anyone else, but at this point, I knew that I was utterly defeated. Plus, I mean as much as I hate my father, maybe getting a job would do me some good. I mean, it’s better than just sitting here like a bump on a log, right?
“Fine. I’ll do it,” I said.
“See, that wasn’t so hard,” he joked.
“Maybe for you, but I don’t know the first thing about working,” I said to him.
“Trust me, Collin will teach you everything. He’s actually a few years older than you are, so it’s someone around your age range. Maybe you can pick up some inspiration to actually provide for yourself and follow your dreams instead of assuming that everyone will give you whatever the hell you want,” he uttered.
I wanted to flip my father off once again, but I stopped myself. Maybe I should give this a chance. I mean, it’s not like it’s a terrible thing to behold, nor would it really suck. I mean, it’s better than nothing, right? I guess I’ll do it.
“Fine. So when do I start?” I asked.
“Monday. You have the rest of the week to have a bit of freedom, but then come Monday, your ass is to be there at the butcher shop,” he told me.
I immediately nodded. I mean, it can’t be that bad, right? It seems like a decent place to work. Even though meat is kind of gross to handle, I guess I’ll try to find some appeal in it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen.
I spent the rest of the week dicking around, and while my father was still a bit snappy towards me, ever since I agreed, he was a bit nicer. I began to flush, wondering what I was about to get into, and before I knew it, I was soon going to have a new job. What I didn’t know though, was that this job was unlike anything I expected it to be, and soon, I would find out the real fun behind working at a butcher shop, and how handling meat would lead me down the path to other sorts of meat handling as well.
Chapter Two
I walked to the butcher shop that day, since it was near my home. At first, I was a bit disgusted knowing that I won’t have my car, but at least it was a nice day, with not a ton of heat or other bullshit. When I got there, I opened the door, and suddenly, I was hit with the stench of meat.
“Good god!” I cried out, holding my nose as I looked at all of the carcasses in the back. There were pigs, various types of other meat, I could’ve sworn I saw some intestines after a while, and in truth, I kind of wanted to puke when I saw all of this. However, I kept my ground, walking in and seeing the man that I presumed to be the shop owner.
Or at least, his backside. Holy shit he was gorgeous, like so pretty I wanted to say something. And his ass was nice and plump, like a bubble butt. I began to smile, immediately realizing this wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected it to be. I shimmied over to where he was, against the counter. While I did have on a grungy white shirt and jeans, since that was what my father claimed to have wanted me to wear, I began to push my breasts against the counter, looking at the man.
“Oh hello there,” the guy said, looking me up and down. It was obvious that his eyes were completely focused on another area of my body, causing me to smirk in excitement.
“Hello there. I take it that this is the butcher shop?” I asked him.
“Course it is. You’re Megan, right? Your father told me a lot about you. Said you needed some work,” he teased.
I blushed. While I hated when my father ragged on me for not doing what I was supposed to do, I knew with this man, instead of feeling angry, I felt aroused.
“Yeah, I’ve been a bit bored, and he told me that this would help me get experience,” I said to him.
“Oh yes. You’ll get a lot of experience handling meat, that’s for sure. And plus, this might be something you’ll want to go into. The meatpacking industry is always looking for more people to help handle packages and sausages,” he said.
When he said that, he was giving me a wink, and immediately, I realized that he totally meant that double entendre. I realized that this dude was totally flirting with me, and while he was cute, I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do immediately. I was flattered, but at the same time, I definitely was a bit scared. I mean, despite how much of a dick I was in general, I was still a virgin, and despite my wild nature, I knew that being a virgin was probably the only innocence I still had to my name.
“Well, I can’t wait to learn,” I said, trying my hardest not to make it sound suggestive whatsoever.
The man smiled at me, and in truth I didn’t know if it was a smile meaning he knew what I meant, or something else, but then, he ushered me to the back of the store. I then saw so many meats here, and in truth, I wrinkled my nose.
“This place is smelly,” I said.
“It’s actually the better-smelling meats. It takes a bit to get used to, but trust me, if you can’t handle this, you might not be handling meats for a while,” he said.
I realized he was totally trying to egg me on. I then grimaced, knowing his game.
“Fine, I’ll stay here,” I said.
“Good girl. Trust me, it gets easier with time. I know it smells bad now, but give it a couple of days. You’ll appreciate it,” he said. It’s obvious that this was definitely something that he took pride in, and I enjoyed seeing him like that.
The first few days were really just that, him telling me about how to run the place. It was good, and I did learn a lot, but I couldn’t stop thinking about this man and his sausage, literally and figuratively. I mean, I normally didn’t want to fall for dudes that I’m supposed to work with, but there was something interesting about the dude that seemed to arouse me and make me curious. But, I guess I’ll take things slowly, at least for now.
The days were spent mostly packing some meats, cutting some meats, and learning about the different parts of meats. There was a lot to take in, and I felt like I was in a goddamn biology class at one point. But of course Collin was worth hearing the rambles of it. The way his dimples seemed to show when he smiled the way his brown hair that was a little shaggy ruffled against his face, his hardened and athletic body, probably from handling all of these heavy meats, immediately made me blush every time I thought about it. However, I tried to keep the feelings that I had surreptitious at best, and while I didn’t want to make them super known, I wouldn’t mind letting him in on a little bit of it.
I thought about amping the flirting up to eleven. I didn’t mind the way he looked at me, that’s for sure. In a way, I was nervous though. I didn’t know if I was ready for this, and while I did feel flattered when he flirted back, a part of me always wondered if I was rushing in too fast.
However, one day, when we were working together, side-by-side, we started to lightly knock elbows. The one interesting thing about this place, is that while he did have employees on the occasion come over and take the meets away, he was a one-man show, mostly doing all of the work that he had by himself, which was both impressive, and definitely nice. It was a cool thing to have this sort of private time with him, even though I was too much of a pussy to make the first move. However, I started to playfully push my elbow against his own, and soon, he looked over.
“How’s that sausage handling?” he asked.
“Good. It’s pretty firm,” I said.
“Good. You always want a firm sausage, and you want to handle it well,” he said.
I realized he was making those references again. I then started to look at him, swallowing my fear and becoming brave about this subject for once. I wanted to be interesting to this man, I wanted him to see me in the same light I did him.
“Maybe you can show me how to personally handle a sausage,” I finally said, giving him a wink.
He then put down the butcher knife, and that’s when I realized it. The look in his eyes as he moved closer to me immediately made me blush. He pulled me over to one of the private rooms, thankfully one that did
n’t have meat in or reeked of meat. I realized after a second that it was his office, and soon, I had my back up against the door.
“Are you sure you’re ready to handle this meat? You’ve been making me want to ask you for a while now,” he said.
I blushed, realizing the proximity of our bodies. Fuck, I really wanted this, and in truth, while I was scared, I didn’t want this to stop. I finally mustered up some of the courage to say it, and while I knew what my heart was saying, there was till that doubt.
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