Testing the Submissive(18)

Lewis continued with his instructions, “phone me exactly six hours from now at 8:00 pm when you’re back home, and I expect there to be the loads of three men in your stomach when you call. Is that understood?”

“Yes Sir, I understand and will do my best.”

“I’m sure you will, little cunt. Do not give them your real name or number. Remain anonymous.”

“I will Sir. I’ll be careful, and I’ll be mindful of the time, knowing I have six hours to complete all three.”

“What kind of a person would do what you’re about to do?”

I guess Lewis wanted to humble me as I was about to embark on my little excursion, “Only a depraved and pathetic whore would do this, Sir.”

He hung up without saying goodbye.

I took a deep breath, and tried to remain focused. Okay, I don’t want to go to seedy bars, as the clientele there will be less than desirable. I don’t want to go to high-end bars where the clientele will be suspicious and stuffy businessmen. I need middle-of-the-road. Grey collar workers, probably. Service men perhaps, on the road stopping for lunch or a beer. My looks will come in handy today. Okay, think…think – where should I go? I decided to adjust my route in order to drive through a trendy tourist area heavily populated with bars and restaurants. It was still heading in the general direction of home; but would provide many more options in terms of good places to stop.

My first location was an English pub, The White Lion. I was nervous as hell. I sat at the bar where I could scope out the place and ordered a gin and tonic. Fate smiled on me, as within minutes a man came in and ordered a beer at the other end of the bar. Uncharacteristically, with drink in hand, I went to join him. He looked a bit perplexed as I took the seat to his immediate left.

I needed a story. A plausible excuse why a girl as attractive as me would suddenly approach a man who she has never met and offer to suck his cock on the spot, no less. In the car, I had come up with a strategy.

Sounding as heart-broken as I could I said, “Hi. I know you don’t know me, but I have a huge favor to ask. I just found out my boyfriend cheated on me, and I want to get him back. I NEED to get him back. I know this seems crazy, but will you take a picture of me, sucking your cock…so I can email it to him. Please?”

As would be expected, there was fifteen minutes of back and forth, where he probed into my story, and I made up lie after lie to reassure him I was the real deal. When he agreed, we both looked at each other, but where? I suspected he might be married but didn’t want to ask. His car? Unfortunately it was mid-day, and there were too many people buzzing around. My mark waved the bartender over, and the two of them whispered for a few minutes. For me, time was of the essence, so the closer the better. The bartender grabbed a wad of keys and led us toward the restrooms. Perfect! A storage room. It was no bigger than a broom closet, but otherwise ideal. I kneeled on the cement floor and pulled out the man’s short and stubby cock, already hard. It didn’t take long before my efforts were rewarded with a mouthful of salty cum which I swallowed promptly and efficiently. One down, two to go. I gave him a quick hug, and bee-lined it straight for my car. On the road again I noticed that only 48 minutes had passed since the phone call from Lewis, and I was off to a good start. Plus, I now had my pitch story intact which seemed to work well.

I stopped at another bar shortly thereafter, but I walked out before even ordering a drink. It was too empty. Luckily, in the same plaza I noticed a small Italian restaurant tucked away, around the corner. The only way to get to the restaurant was down a long alleyway, which added to the charm of the place. Unfortunately it too was empty, however as I walked back to my car two men were approaching. Spontaneously I said, “Excuse me, I know this sounds crazy, but…”

Ten minutes later, I was kneeling in the back of a cube van with a cock in my mouth. The two men worked for the Hydro company; but only one of them had the courage to take advantage of my offer. That was fine by me! The second guy wouldn’t have counted anyway as Lewis made it clear – three different encounters. Two in one spot would have been cheating.

I felt more relaxed once in the car again. Two hours had now passed. As I got closer to home, the neighborhood was more familiar. There was still plenty of time left, and only one more to go. I found my target in a sports bar where I had stopped for a bite. He was watching a basketball game on the big screen, enjoying a draft, sitting alone. He was momentarily taken aback when I asked to join him, but enthusiastically welcomed me nonetheless. Turns out he was ‘in between jobs’ as they say. That’s when I noticed he did look a big shabby. He admitted the reason for him being there was that he had no TV at home. Home turned out to be a dingy bachelor apartment in a low-rise, not too far away. Like the others, he bought my story, although I’m not even sure I needed a story with this guy.