The sourness ... better than sweet-tarts. Another draft. More cheese.Understand ... we were buying our own drinks ... no expectations. None of us were...sponging drinks. Teenagers drinking legal ... we had driven up 14 in the Dodge. BEFORE the storm. Stuck up here until the Troopers opened the road. Shit happens.Anyway, after the second pickle and the fourth beer, a male voice said, “Barkeep! Gimmie a shot of pickle juice. Stir the jar first.”Don’t you just know ... we all had to try it .... His cock jutted up in the air, harder than it had been all evening, he began to feverishly masturbate as I crouched astride his chest and jerked my own cock off within inches of his face."Ahhh, God, here it comes," I gasped as my cock exploded, shooting streams of my warm cum across his face.It made me smile to see that face formerly so smug, arrogant and macho, now covered in sticky white cum, his mouth desperate to catch what I spurted out of my hard cock, licking whatever he could from his. The other 2 girls nodded to Lucy who nodded back. They were Jamila and Suriani, new employees the group hired as other women resigned from the company. Lucy could understand why they were hired. The duo were hard workers, comfortable with the niqaab and work culture of the company, and they also seemed to have no problem following the various rules of the company. The girls spilt into 2 lines facing each other, standing just beyond the entrance of the office. Lucy and Danielle were in one line,. The first out of a car is a tall blond man who says, “I hope this is Mallard House and you’re Mort! I’m Sven Erickson.” Mort grins as the look and the name match, but his Maine accent just doesn’t fit. While they shake hands Sven adds, “I had a cancellation of a job so we’ve come to do your job now. It’s good you’re ahead of schedule because I like to keep my people working.”“Why would anyone cancel a job booked with you? It’s so hard to be able to get these jobs scheduled and done, to start.