My Summer Job

It was my fourth day in the Yukon, actually the start of my fourth day, and my alarm was blaring.

"Fuck."

Tired, sore, and a little dazed, I almost fell out of bed into the coldness of the dark room.

My phone was across the room, so I couldn't just hit the snooze.  It was a good thing because otherwise I would not have gotten out of bed this day or any other day.  The lodge was far enough north that we really didn't have complete darkness, but it was still 5 fucking o'clock.

A few things quickly came into focus as I felt like pounding my phone into the floor.

I was naked; this was not uncommon since I almost always slept in the nude.  My head hurt like I had been drinking hard liquor; I almost never had hangovers when I stuck to wine.

I felt sticky and sweaty, which was uncommon. I also felt like I was leaking something, something that was dripping out of me and starting to run down my thighs as soon as I stood up ... "What the fuck ....".  I felt sore in places that I hadn't felt sore in a while.  In the dim light, I looked down and saw the hickies, the redness, and felt the lingering glow.

"Oh, yeah."

---

Being the only server, my first couple of days zoomed by, and I wondered if I would even have time for sex.  The crazy work schedule began the day after my arrival, and I seemed to go from zero to sixty in about four feet.

Fortunately, despite all of the chaos and rushing, it didn't take long for a routine to form. Up at 5 am to serve breakfast, the guests this first week were all older men, and they had their breakfast between 6:30 and 7:30 and went out with the guides in four groups of 4 each. They returned for lunch between 11:30 and 12:30, were gone again until 5 or so, and ate supper from 5:30 to 6:30  and then drank themselves silly while they told lies from 6:30 to about 9. Cleanup until 10 pm, and then I would collapse like a dead person and start over the next morning.

It was intense waves of extreme chaos and then an hour or so of nothing, then nuts busy again.

The work wasn't hard, but it was a little exhausting since, despite Heather's offers, she was nowhere to be found when things were busy.

To my surprise and disappointment, none of the guests seemed to even notice me.  I know it had only been a few days, but the guests only came for a week at a time.  I guess I was disappointed because of the implied activities that Michael and Heather had suggested in my interview.  That, and it had been several weeks since I had last had sex, and I knew that I was becoming a little obsessed with needing to have more than just my vibrator.

The guests were polite, respectful, and since I had arrived, never even seemed to make eye contact with me during meals or even at night when they were drinking. I was surprised and started to wonder what was wrong with me, even my obvious attempts at flirting were met with polite smiles and hasty escapes; I wondered if maybe they were all gay, but I thought even if that were true, somebody would be bi or feel sorry for me; but nothing, nothing at all.

By yesterday morning, I was increasing my efforts, and fortunately, I thought, whoever designed my uniform, designed it to attract attention.  My serving uniform consisted of a very short black dress, not that I was complaining, matching black high-cut panties, black Converse running shoes (although heels would have been sexier, for my feet, though, I didn't mind), and a black lace necklace.  The dress had a low-cut fit, and I couldn't help wondering what would be said if I decided not to wear any panties with it.

Maybe on the last night before they left, if nothing happened.

It wasn't until yesterday morning when one of the guests, a lawyer in what I guessed to be his early 70s from Boston, pulled me aside at breakfast and asked, "Angie, when can we stop this?"

I was confused, "What do you do to me? Mr. Shatner, Stop what?"

"Call me Bill, Angie, you know what I mean."

I didn't know what he was talking about.  All the guests were eating, and I had a few minutes, so Bill pressed again, "That we have to take it easy on you because Mike and Heather didn't want us to come on too strong for the first few days and scare you.  They said that despite thinking you would go ok fooling around with us, because they couldn't find any other waitresses, they were afraid if we did to you what we did to the girls last year, you would quit."

"Why would they want you to take it easy on me?" I paused, "And what did you do to the girls last year?"  Bill had told me on his first day that he loved coming here to fish and to enjoy the people, especially the servers, for the past several years.

I was a little shocked, especially remembering my hopes after the conversation with Michael and Heather before I left to come to the Yukon.  I thought they would encourage the guests to connect with me; in fact, I had really, really been looking forward to getting some attention, and now to find out that Michael and Heather had been instructing the guests to avoid me to keep from quitting, actually only made me want to quit.

Bill started to say something, but a guest called out to me, and he said, "After things settle down tonight, I'll see you and tell you more."

Two more guests called out, and soon I was riding another wave of customer demands, and I forgot about Bill for the time being.

The day zipped past just like the preceding ones had, and again, other than Bill, nobody seemed to notice I even was a woman.  A few hours after supper, when the lying and drinking were starting to wind down, the older ones had already gone to bed ... and even those younger had slowly disappeared, before much longer only Bill and another man whom I hadn't really noticed much before were left.

These two remaining men had moved outdoors since it was an uncommonly warm night, and I was supplying them with a steady supply of Jack Daniel's and/or Canadian beers.  The conversation had quieted down as they enjoyed the quiet, good booze, and what I later could only recall as anticipation.  It took several rounds, but eventually Bill was the one who asked, and I could tell they both wanted to and had wanted to, since they moved outside.

"Angie, what is it going to take for you to fuck us both tonight?"

Maybe I should have looked surprised or shocked.  Bill did not use any preamble, no lead-up, just a very open question. The other man looked up, just as if they had decided to choose something from the menu.

"Yes, waitress, I'll have the 20-year-old slut named Angie, with a side order of fries," he said it almost conversationally, but his voice was a little higher than normal, and his eyes were laser-focused on me, just not on my eyes.  I could feel myself becoming flushed and my heart rate rising.

I think I surprised them both with my answer and the speed at which I replied, "Two things Bill," I said, "I was beginning to think none of you were even interested me, I thought you all might be into guys because none of you seemed to even notice anything about me," they both seemed to speak at once and although I didn't hear all they said.

I had to smile because it was obvious they had noticed me and more importantly as it turned out later, these two men were actually the ones who had been "voluntold" to find out by the rest what it would take to get into my panties, although then I didn't know that until later in the week.

Bill's friend was a good-looking man of about 70 with a brush cut, nice ass, even for an older man, and big shoulders who spoke up in a quiet but very masculine voice, asking,  "What two things?"

Maybe it was because of not getting laid by Ryan, maybe it was because of the frustration I had felt for the past few days, but whatever it was, I surprised myself even. I stood in front of them, with my hips angled suggestively and my finger on my lips, "One, before anyone can fuck me, someone has to eat me first, and two," I paused, taking a moment to look at them all in the eyes sounding much braver than I felt, "Someone just has to ask to have me."

Did it sound trashy and maybe more than a little slutty, fuck, I hoped so.

Brush cut guy, whose name was Robert, smiled, stood up, and walked to me.  He was about 6' and maybe 185 lbs. He must have been in the best shape of all the guests this week. He stood only inches from me, brazenly in my personal space, and looked at me.

I could smell his cologne, it was like motor oil, the scent of fire engines, and just a touch of Old Spice. I could feel my legs wobble a little. He smiled, "Could I?"

We stood looking at each other for several moments, my body very small next to his.

I slowly nodded, he smiled, and surprised me by picking me up like I weighed nothing, and gently walked to an empty table and carefully laid me on it.  Bill didn't move, Robert looked at me and kissed me hard on the lips, leaning over me and supporting his body with his arms on either side of me.

That he was as old as my grandfather didn't seem to matter and, in fact, only added to the feelings that I was having.  Then in a soft, gravelly Sam Elliot voice, he said ...

"First things first."

...

For all of his bravado, Bill had cum quicker than Ryan had ever and that was from just watching.  I think Robert had embarrassed him by not only going down on me better than I could have ever imagined, but also because he did not want to cum too quickly. Robert was taking his time, drawing me out, making me beg for him, and then making me scream when he gave it to me.

Bill had stripped naked somehow and was jacking himself off even before Robert began going down on me.  Naked men always excited me, and with one just watching us, I realized it was even more taboo. I almost couldn't believe it when he came; the reality sank in when I heard him moan and felt his warm cum on my arm.

I didn't have much time to consider Bill because Robert's hot breath was the only focus in my world at the moment. Much later, and I knew I was likely exaggerating, but at that moment, Robert seemed to have a tongue that Gene Simmons would have been proud of.

Robert had begun by kissing me, forcefully, but not without passion, nothing like the brutality of Ryan; his lips never left mine, and he used finesse and technique as much as anything. This told me everything I needed to know about this man.

We kissed for an eternity, and had Bill not coughed a few times, I think Robert would have eventually made me cum just from the heat and passion his lips were generating.  Taking Bill's hint, Robert stopped kissing me and pushed me onto my back while at the same time using those strong hands to push the hem of my short dress up, exposing my increasingly damp panties.

All the while, Robert never broke eye contact with me, where Bill wanted to get into my panties, Robert never gave the slightest nod to him, and it was like he and I were the only two people within a thousand miles.

I didn't remember him removing my panties, all I knew was that one moment I was mesmerized by his eyes as the rough skin of his hands moved up and down my thighs and then the next moment I felt his hot breath on those same places and his tongue moving everywhere at once, but not in a frenzied way, no he was fully in control and he was making me arch my back and scream into the late night arctic sky.

Through Rachel's stories, I had learned that few men really knew how to eat a woman; it was like Robert had written the book and practiced constantly.

This is what I had longed for, and it was so much better than anything I had read about that if nothing else happened to me sexually that night, this would be enough.

But Robert was just getting started, while his tongue teased and explored by pussy, his powerful fingers and amazing grazing touch explored everywhere else, my thighs, my stomach, my ass, that little space between my pussy and my ass; all of the nerves and neurons fired as if by magic, everyone pushing me up a crest of a wave I could not have ever imagined.  If this is what guys feel like when I give them blowjobs, then I was even more mad at Ryan.

His tongue, circled, teased, and used my little clit in a side-to-side motion that had me practically begging him to make me cum.

Robert's finger found my pussy and my rosebud all at the same time, and any earlier thoughts of Ryan vaporized from my mind.  I knew I was covered in sweat, and the heat Robert was generating was all-consuming. How long had Robert been doing this? I have no idea, but I know we began a little after ten, and it seemed to be endless.

I felt myself on the edge of orgasming several times. Each time I felt I couldn't hold on any more, I wanted to cum, I screamed that I wanted to have an orgasm.  Robert would shift or change something just enough to pull me back.  I felt like I was being tortured but with pleasure and as much as I begged Robert to let me cum, I knew when I did, it would only be when I couldn't possibly stand it for one second longer, he was likely more than 50 years older than me, but at the moment, there wasn't another man alive I wanted to be with.

---

Bill told me later that he had never seen a woman orgasm harder than I had. He said that he was worried for Robert because I had my legs wrapped around him so tightly, and that I was twisting so hard when I finally let go that he couldn't believe  I hadn't hurt Robert.  He said it took me several minutes to start to even breathe normally.  As I did, Bill took that opportunity to place his cock so that it rested near my open mouth.

"A deal is a deal," I said, smiling as the electric waves of energy slowly began to ebb from between my legs, and I leaned up as Bill shifted towards me, and the tip of his cock brushed across my opening lips.

Bill wasn't very large, but I didn't care. After the orgasm I experienced from Robert, I was more than prepared to give a little bit.

I took Bill's cock into my mouth, using everything I had learned from sucking Ryan, and it wasn't long before I could sense that Bill wasn't going to last very long either.  Fortunately, Robert, having provided his part of the bargain, wasn't finished himself.

---

I sat on the edge of my bed, alone, a little tired, smiling at the memory of something that had only finished four or five hours ago.  My tired body and mind shifted back, remembering what Robert had done, thinking about how amazing he had been.

I knew I needed to get ready for work, my body automatically standing up and gathering what I needed for a shower and moving towards the small shower in my tiny apartment, my mind thinking about how I couldn't decide which was better, Robert's tongue or his cock.

---

I wanted Bill to enjoy his blowjob and I stretched it out, using my hands and fingers to excite and caress more of him than what I was sure he received at home; however, I was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on Bill, with Robert rubbing his cock along my semi-swollen pussy and making me inhale as he rubbed it along my little pussy.

As before, Robert took his time.

---

The hot water made me jump as the steam started to billow in the cold Yukon morning, at least this early, hot water and pressure were not problems.  My hands were going through the morning routine, but my body was reliving the pleasure as I felt Robert stretching me again.  He may not have been young, but his experience more than made up for it.

With Bill in my mouth, Robert pushed gently, then he pushed with more effort, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Robert withdrew an inch or two, seemed to steady himself, and then made me scream as he pushed the remainder of the way in.

How large was he? Wider and longer than Ryan, was he Viagra enhanced? I didn't care, as I felt like he was trying to split me in half.  I could feel his heart beating fast, less from his chest and more from what he had deep inside me.  So different than Ryan, so much better than I had dared hope even a few hours ago.

I felt like a toy being used, and I did not care one bit. Robert picked up speed and thrust harder. I felt my hips being pushed into the tabletop. Now, he was pushing deep inside and almost completely withdrawing before taking my breath away as he thrust back in again.  While powerful, he wasn't like Ryan; Robert's actions were those of a compassionate man. I could feel him inside me, I felt his lips on mine, and I felt his hands everywhere.  I felt Bill coming and then he filled my mouth, just as Robert surprised me as he started to cum deep within me.

I never hesitated to swallow Bill, and I made no effort to stop Robert from cumming deep inside me, on my back. I felt him groan and shiver slightly, and then I felt his hot cum pulsing into me.  With his cock deep inside my mouth I let him continue for several more moments until he closed his eyes and withdrew slowly, letting his cum quietly and relentlessly begin to either leak or settle inside me.

---

I had missed it before, but when I came back after my shower, I noticed two hundred-dollar bills sitting stuck under my coffee cup with a note from Robert.

"You fell asleep outside after we had a little fun. I carried you into your bed and tucked you in, looking forward to some more fun soon." Signed "R.  PS, Bill says he will last longer next time."

It was never about the money, but I didn't give it back either, "Paid for sex, I guess I really am a whore," I said quietly to the empty room, my blood rising, my heart pumping, and my desire for more almost overwhelming.

---

During breakfast, I smiled at Bill and Robert; they responded with their own smiles, and as I walked past Robert, I felt his calloused hand subtly brush against my thigh.  His touch brought back memories of last night.

The room felt like there was electricity and a tension in the air.  I had no doubt they had both shared their stories, Bill especially, and no doubt, we had been heard by at least some of the camp, the quiet Yukon nights allowed for sound to carry, and there had been plenty of sounds to carry last night.

I felt the eyes, sensed and enjoyed the unheard comments, the stolen glances, and through everything, my anticipation grew about what might happen next.

As they left for the day, several groups of men asked me if I would be serving up tonight, a not very veiled request, to which I replied that I would be available to whomever would meet my conditions, sure that Robert and Bill would have shared what they were with them.

From Heather and Michael or any of the other staff, nothing was said.  I had expected something, especially since I had been the only one working last night and I didn't remember closing up.  The last thing I remember was being scooped up by Robert, and I was surprised when I arrived to prep for breakfast that everything had been locked up.  It wasn't until later in the day, when Heather smiled at me, that someone said something.

"I heard you helped take care of two of our favorite guests last night, good work, Angela," I thought she was going to giggle. Still, she kept a straight face and then added, "When I heard you, I figured that you might need some help closing up, so I went down and locked up for you," and that was the only thing she said.

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The day began as another sunny day, and the temperature promised to be warmer than the others.  With the guests partnered up with their guides and out on the lakes, the lodge was much quieter.  After cleaning up from breakfast, I actually had a little time to myself.

As I walked up the path after leaving the food area, up to the cabin where the four servers would normally have stayed, I felt the sun on me, the air was warm, and the breeze swirled around me. I was alone, and I could feel my pulse quicken.  I felt those familiar urges that until last night hadn't been satisfied and now were closer to the surface than ever.  I had gotten a taste, and now I knew I needed more.  I stopped on the sunlit path and glanced around.