Have a nice weekend.’ he stammered. Everyone quickly hustled out, except for Amelia. She slowly packed her things away, then came and plonked hersel... down on the edge of his desk. ‘What can I do for you, Amelia?’ ‘Just wondered if you needed any help for the open evening tonight?’ she smiled. ‘Actually I could. Would you drop by around seven, help me set up?’ ‘Sure. Do I need to dress up?’ ‘If you want.’ ‘Okay. See you at seven.’ she smiled, then hopped off the desk and bent to pick up her bag,. "You are talking about Evil Spirit Mountain and you do not want to go there. The Shoshone red men claim the mountain is cursed. I know for a fact that everyone who has ever been up there catches some sickness and dies a slow painful death," I said.The strangers were not deterred by my grim proclamation, if anything, they became even more excited. One of the other women yipped, "Radiation sickness! This has to be the right place." I asked what radiation sick was, alarmed that they would. " He said"That's icky mister! - You drank my sperms! - YUCK!" I said.He left me with the impression that I had shoot my hot sperm into his mouth, but I'd soon learn that he'd actually just sucked my through my first dry cum. He didn't say much after that, he just got dressed and walked away and left me there dizzy from my first orgasm, still as hard as a rock, and with a knot still in my swimsuit. I hadn't even asked him what his name was. He has always remained as simply "mister" whenever I. He held up three fingers and then saluted me. He was referencing a term he used for women who slept with multiple men in the same group of friends. According to him, I was now a three-star general. What a fucking asshole!I went up to see what section I was assigned today but didn’t see my name. “What’s up, General,” Jimmy quipped. “Leave me alone Jimmy and just let me know what section I’m working.”“Kat hasn’t come back yet so I’m moving you to bartend. Don’t be nervous. I’ll help you. .