I was in the bathroom of my work, changing out of my uniform and into my street clothes. It was one in the morning, I had been a bit late closing, and...the store was pitch black. I thought I had locked the door, I was sure of it, but when I heard footsteps I knew I was mistaken. I clutched my sheer, pink shirt to my chest, backing up against the wall as I saw a dark figure move in front of the door. There was no way out. I saw the doorknob turn and then stop with a click. I had remembered to. Gwen licked her fingers, then reached down between Curies legs, running her fingers in and out of her slit. Curie gasped, continuing to kiss me while Gwen rubbed in and along her dripping pussy. I felt Pipers kisses getting lower and lower on my back, until suddenly her nose was between my cheeks and she was planting kisses on my rose, her hands holding onto me from both sides.After a minute more, Curie gave a little gasp into my mouth, then pulled back from me. She motioned Gwen forward. Gwen. “The operative word here is ‘boys’. They used her, just as your sperm donor used me. They didn’t play her, the way Brock did. He has had years to perfect his technique.“Elizabeth called me. You haven’t been back to see her and you are not taking her calls.”“Given the circumstances,” I observed, “I didn’t think that would be a good idea.”“Your surgery is in two weeks,” Mama bleated plaintively. “You can’t tell me, after all you have been through, that you don’t want to go through with it now.. Heading towards me was an unshaven guy wearing a plaid sport coat, lime green slacks, and ventilated gum-sole shoes. Right behind him was a tall black guy wearing a grimy baseball hat and a toolbelt."Oh, sure, I just gotta wake up, that's all. I had a dawn call anyway. You take care of yourself, huh?" Roger, wilco, and out," I signaled; then we both said Bang! and disconnected."How much?" said the creep in the plaid sport coat."More than you've got," I replied. "And sorry, I'm not in the market.