My Summer Job Ch. 03-04

Chapter 3 -- My summer job -- Breaking Free

"Come on, Angie," there was frustration and a certain amount of whining in his voice, but if anyone should have been frustrated, it was me.

I couldn't see much of his face in the dark, but I could sense his tone, feel his hunger, and I could feel his cock and balls on my skin. "You're going to be gone tomorrow and we won't get a chance again to...," his voice trailed off.

This wasn't going the way I had hoped tonight would go.

I was really hoping he would be different tonight.

With all of my end-of-semester work studying and exams we hadn't seen much of each other for almost two weeks and I was really hoping things would be different tonight, that he would be different.

"What Ryan?" my voice was not even trying to hide my frustration; "What, you won't get a chance to fuck me again until September?"

"Angie, don't talk like a slut," he said, almost dismissing me as if he was looking around to see if anyone heard me.

As he spoke, I felt his weight on my body; I was naked from the waist down, my shorts discarded somewhere in the darkness of his car, and my panties, never having made the trip, were at home in their drawer; my mother would be so shocked.

"You weren't calling me a slut when I was sucking your cock as we drove away from my parent's house," I cooed softly, trying to use my little voice, still trying to turn this around and salvage the night.

"You know what I mean, Angie," he said, almost as if trying to change the subject.

I could feel he had recovered quickly and must be really horny as I had already swallowed his cum not fifteen minutes ago, and he was ready to go again. There was a part of me that wanted him to shift just slightly; I could tell a little movement one way in the right way, and he would be inside me.

Despite my frustrations and his words, I thought about the last hour or so and relived the feeling of him in my mouth. The taste and feel of the slippery pre-cum, feeling the pulse of his heart quicken as my tongue and lips moved with practiced motion up and down the length of his cock.

I had been like a kid with an ice cream cone, my tongue circled the smooth skin of his circumcised tip, paused randomly to move down the shaft, always touching, caressing, my lips knowing what would make him go crazy.

I thought about his body flexing as he drove, my head between him and the steering wheel, my unbuckled ass the only visible presence to anyone looking from a nearby car or street. To me, the danger was more than offset by the pleasure I knew he was feeling and the thrill I got by being a "bad girl," sucking off my boyfriend while he drove through the busy early evening traffic.

I knew how to build him up, and I took almost as much pleasure by keeping him on the ragged edge as long as I could as I did making him cum. I knew the signs, the trembling hands, the rough breathing, the pressure of his free hand pushing my head roughly to take more of him into my mouth. As always, I had lost track of time; to me, I was aware of his cock, my lips and tongue, and the growing sense he was losing control.

When he came, it was a lot; one of his best things was how much cum came out, deep down my throat, inside my mouth, on and dripping off my lips. This wasn't my first time; I was ready and this was my favorite part.

The first shot was warm, salty, and sticky, and most of it disappeared down my throat before the second burst replaced it. I knew it felt like more than it was, but I moaned knowing he would like that and maybe even make him squirt a little more. The car swerved a little as he caught himself and then recovered, I could feel the tightness lessen and the rigidness of the past several moments faded. Slowly, felt his cock return to normal, but not before I licked and cleaned him.

I sat up with a smile on my face, the lingering scent of my own arousal unmistakable; he told me how great a little cocksucker I was.

The memory of his selfish praise faded as we now lay in the backseat of his car, the realization jolting me back to the present, I could feel the wetness of his precum on the smooth skin of where his cock rested. The conflict of the moment was not lost on me; I wanted so much to have him inside me right now, but that wouldn't be fair to me.

I had gotten my hopes up that maybe tonight would be when he would finally go down on me. He had cum, why couldn't he do it for me?

If for no other reason, he should because he would not be seeing me again until the fall; and also because, out of fairness, I thought maybe he would want to do something for me.

Unfortunately, we had played out this scene many times before, and I had let him feel me up as soon as I got in his car. I'll admit, I did like snuggling up against him, being played with, especially after stripping half-naked like I was now. We had driven through town with the soft sounds of his fingers playing with my wetness and the scent of my arousal lingering in the air around us.

Being masturbated was like a drug to me; I was addicted and always could be manipulated. I always seemed to be horny, and every other time I had always given in to Ryan; as much as I wanted to be fucked tonight, I had finally had enough of being the only one in our relationship who would do oral.

"Ryan, maybe I am slut, but I'm not apologizing for wanting what I want."

He didn't say anything... I could hear him breathing.

It always felt incredible when I was played with; maybe you could call it edging if Ryan had been doing it on purpose. It would actually have been even more incredible if Ryan had given any thought about what he was doing to me. As it was, the feel of his big fingers was almost always just enough to almost make me cum, almost but not quite.

Unfortunately, while he did say that he liked it, I knew that playing with me was just to get me to suck his cock and hopefully to make me want to fuck him. Well, his plan had worked, tonight, though, there was just that I wanted something first.

I knew Ryan would take some convincing, long before we had turned onto this quiet roadside rest area I had undone my seat belt and turned and unzipped him as he drove and thought again about what I had done for him. It wasn't like in the stories I was fascinated with reading online, far from it, and Ryan wasn't an older man who knew how to make a woman scream. Ryan was good-looking, handsome, and big; but nobody was going to write about how he could make a woman scream, except maybe from frustration.

True, Ryan liked me sucking on his cock; but he didn't enjoy it or appreciate it erotically, instead, he damn near suffocated me every time, forcing his cock deep into my mouth without any consideration for me. His fucking was the same way, but honestly, I had been so horny for so long that there was really no such thing as a bad way to get laid.

If Ryan had noticed my bare ass on display in the window of his car or that I might be aroused myself, it was totally lost to him. Fortunately for him, I liked sucking on his cock and I was a very good cocksucker, having learned from devouring every online story I could about how to make a guy cum and Ryan was who I practiced on... a lot.

In my senior year, I had secretly liked being the only girl on the dean's list that could make a guy cum as quick or as often as I could make Ryan. I gave him blow jobs everywhere and anywhere. My first and second years of University had been no different, except my sex drive seemed to have switched from overdrive to nymphomaniac, while Ryan's seemed to be on more of a bike path, a single-lane dirt path at that.

Ryan was easy, and the better I got at cock sucking the less amount of time it took to make him cum. Unfortunately, he had never wanted to return the favor; instead, after he came and recovered, all he wanted was to fuck. Tonight, after he was hard again, he flipped me over onto my back and was lying on top of me. He hadn't even taken his pants off, and he was starting to push his thighs against me when I said, "NO."

"Come on, Angie," and I could feel his cock brushing up against my pussy, he was big enough and strong enough that he could do it even if I didn't want him to.

Tonight, not even this did anything for me.

We had this conversation before.

"Ryan, NO!, If you want to fuck me, you have to at least lick me a few times first, but if you really want to fuck me, then you will go down on me first and make ME orgasm."

"But Angie, you're going away tomorrow and we won't get a chance until September." This whining wasn't turning me on and my frustration was building.

The really frustrating thing was, I wanted him to fuck me, I really wanted him to, but I was more than tired of getting him off and never having him make me cum.

"Ryan it won't kill you," the more he delayed, the less passion I felt towards him.

Even though we had been dating since just after I turned eighteen, he refused to even consider doing me. He used every excuse in the book and that's why this time, I finally refused to let Ryan fuck me, despite me having literally sucked his cock almost every day since and including on our first date.

I liked Ryan, my family liked Ryan and in our small neighborhood there really weren't many alternatives. Lately, though, I had decided I wanted more; I wanted something different; I needed something different. I wanted to have an orgasm that his tongue or somebody's tongue created. I knew it wasn't something unreasonable, hell how many girls did he know that would give him a blowjob on demand or as often as I had, much less one who would swallow every time as I did.

"Fuck," I said, "Ryan I even swallow... swallow every fucking time!!, although to be totally honest, lately I swallowed less and less for Ryan's satisfaction than for the fact I really like the taste of cum and that it turns me on to do things like that. I did enjoy Ryan feeling me up, but as outgoing as Ryan was, in bed, he was no Superman, and worse, he turned more into Clark Kent when we were making out, and he was a selfish Clark Kent at that.

I never gave up hope that Ryan would surprise me and enjoy eating me, again like the people in the sex stories I read online did. If Ryan only knew what doors would open for him if he ate me. I wanted to do anything and everything. Fueled by online erotica stories, every possibility turned me on from anal to role-playing to dogging, and I would have loved to share everything with Ryan.

Even tonight when we had pulled into this parking area, a popular spot for couples wanting to experiment, the thoughts Ryan and I might be seen and maybe even that I might be shared contributed to the fever I had been feeling. Ryan's refusal to do anything for me, shattered those fantasies like he seemed to do any time we were together lately.

I had even wondered at first if I was being unreasonable. I thought maybe my desires were unrealistic and maybe even a little slutty (which honestly turned me on even more).

From the stories I read until recently, I knew most of the stories weren't real; until one day, a girlfriend told me about an author who wrote about her experiences, stories that seemed to be ones that could have actually happened. Plus all her stories were from a woman's perspective, something that made me devour them over and over again, imagining myself living out her stories.

Her stories were more than just ones about guys with huge cocks and women with 38DD boobs, they were about real people, real women, and they were believable; I started to act out her storylines in my mind, often naked and masturbating alone, imagining myself in her stories. Every time, her words made me orgasm.

The author's name was Rachel and I wanted to be like her; I wanted to meet someone like her, and I wanted to be fucked like her.

Some nights I would stay up so late masturbating and reading her stories I would have to drag my ass around the next day, but I was having orgasms, and better yet I was getting horny all the time.

This was good and bad; good because it inspired me to want to try things with Ryan I would never have imagined before I started reading Rachel's work, bad because I knew Ryan wouldn't change and worse, he had no interest in reading or acting out the stories with me.

My frustration grew; and so did the time I spent playing with myself as a result.

Rachel and her stories seemed as sexually open and adventurous as I felt repressed and denied by my very strict parents and because of Ryan's unwillingness to even try and satisfy me, and until recently, I felt repressed by my own fears to really explore my sexuality.

Now, I was ready for more, which was why, despite my almost overwhelming desires, I was prepared to shut out Ryan tonight.

I wanted to do more of what I did the other night, being naked and masturbating in full view of other people, doing more than dreaming about older men and women flirting with me; I wanted to be fucked hard, to feel sexy and slutty at the same time.

Constantly, I fantasized about Ryan and I kissing passionately, I thought about having a threesome with Ryan and another woman or Ryan, me and another guy, I wanted to get naked in public places, I dreamt about being spanked and role-playing, I got to the point were I wanted to try everything I had read about; but it seemed like each day, the possibilities of my fantasies becoming reality where getting further and further from ever happening.

Lately, I had even been dreaming about DILFs and especially letting even older men have their way with me.

My thoughts returned to the backseat of Ryan's car as he pulled himself up and off of me.

"All you have to do Ryan, is just try it, just once, just for me."

In the darkness I spread my legs, inviting him, daring him; doing everything but pulling his face towards my pussy; my scent filled the small place and I was as horny as I had ever been before. I let my fingers rub and tease myself even as Ryan backed away from me.

As if he could see me, he said, "Angie what is wrong with you, why are you acting like a slut?"

I had talked myself out of breaking up with Ryan, several times, moments like now made it hard for me to remember exactly why.

"No, Angie, you know I don't want to do it," he said doing up his zipper, awkwardly in the confined space.

"So, it's okay for me to suck your hairy balls and cock, play with your ass, and swallow your cum, but you won't go down on me, not even once!"

"Angie, it's different for a guy," he said.

I almost screamed when he said that.

"What, am I not sexy, not attractive, fuck Ryan, I am totally shaved, I am willing to do almost anything you want to try, I have a nice body, I do everything you ever ask, hell I have even licked your ass; what's the problem?"

Silence.

He didn't have an answer and now I was moving beyond ready to be fucked and was increasingly and totally frustrated and angry.

More silence.

After a few more hours of silence which was likely only five minutes, Ryan got out of the back, slammed the door, and walked off into the darkness, leaving me half-naked, horny, and angry lying in the backseat.

I couldn't believe it.

This is not what I had daydreamed about earlier today while getting ready. It wasn't how I had planned for the night to go.

After shaving my legs... and everything else, I masturbated in front of the full-length mirror in my parent's bedroom, they were both at work. I thought about how I wanted things to go tonight. I knew I wasn't going wear my bra or panties, I would apply just a touch of makeup, and put my hair in a high ponytail, I knew I would be able to feel my wetness in the pair of terrycloth shorts I would wear, shorts that pulled so tight on my pussy they revealed a clear impression of what was beneath.

My breathing became deeper and my eyelids fluttered as I touched myself. In my mind I thought about stripping in Ryan's car while he drove, imagining giving strangers in other cars and trucks a show if they happened to notice me naked. I could feel their curiosity and their lust for me. I knew I could make Ryan come quickly and I pictured him pulling into the roadside rest area and ravishing my pussy for the first time with his tongue.

The very thought of him going down on me for the first time ever made me moan aloud and my knees wobble. My fingers and hip motion ground together deliciously as I could almost feel Ryan's tongue massaging my clit like Rachel wrote about. I inhaled strongly as I willed Ryan and lick from my pussy to my ass, pushing my legs higher and letting them rest on his shoulders. I shuttered as small orgasms rocked me making me lean against the glass of the mirror.

I thought about the reputation of the place where Ryan liked to park, the rest area was supposedly a place where dogging happened, and that thought pushed my excitement to a new level. With Ryan's face buried between my thighs, I could feel his fingers caressing my body with what seemed like a thousand touches. I thought of being watched, picturing at first one strange man watching Ryan devour me, then a second, then a woman or two joining the crowd, making me moan out loud.

My back arched and my thighs tightened around Ryan's head and shoulders... and my body erupted in an orgasm so powerful, I slumped to the floor, my breathing labored and my body shaking.

That's what I had hoped for as I now lay on my back in the darkness, thinking to myself, alone.

"Maybe in the Yukon, I'll meet someone who wants to eat me first," I laughed quietly in the darkness; my luck it would be a bear and not a guy or a girl.

I thought about what he said after a bit... "Was I a slut?"

I thought some more... the word "slut"... why is a woman who wants sex and likes experimenting a slut?... it was unfair.

I thought for a long while... unseen in the darkness... before I heard and saw Ryan walking back towards the car under the light of a solitary streetlight. I found and pulled my shorts back on, tonight wasn't anything like I had dreamed and imagined it would be.

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The ride home was very quiet.

I suppose things could have been worse and I would have had to call someone to come and get me. Ryan had stormed off and had been gone for at least twenty minutes, he seemed surprised I was still sitting in his car when he got back. He noticed I was wearing my shorts again, if he noticed the scent of me, he did not say anything.

He apologized, and I thought maybe, just maybe and I asked if he wanted to try going down on me, his reply almost made me want to walk home.

"Angie, I would never go down on you are any other girl, no matter if you are shaved or not, I think it's gross."

"But you're okay if I suck your cock and play with your ass?"

Ryan just sat there, his no response was all the response I needed; after about five minutes more of silence, I said, "Drive me home."

We drove in silence, and despite everything, Ryan tried to kiss me "goodbye" as he pulled up in front of my parent's house.

"There is no fucking way, Ryan," I got out and slammed the car door. I had returned from school that afternoon; my exams were over and I was leaving for the Yukon the next day. I had wanted sex so badly that I was prepared to attack him as soon as we were alone, I had sucked his cock, been half naked and ready to do anything for him, but his reaction to me changed my mind and only toughened my feelings with his last comment.

If I saw Ryan again, it was going to be too soon.

Nobody was awake when I got home and I was still too angry to sleep. I had got packed for tomorrow before Ryan arrived, and still fuming I couldn't just go to bed. I sat in my room; with a glass of wine and thought again about the phone call from Michael and Heather the day other day and the strange note. In my excitement to get home, get fucked, and then go to the Yukon, I had almost forgotten it.

Their phone call had been to interview me and subsequently offer me the job and to fill me in on the details of the job. It was quite a phone call, my tired and frustrated mind now reprocessing everything but not so completely; that I couldn't use my fingers to open the note:

"I saw you naked."

It was in the same handwriting as the first note, I checked, I had saved the first one and the writing was the same, it didn't look like a woman's writing but I couldn't be sure.

Michael was talking as my eyes read the caption and as he explained the flight details, I said, "What the fuck?"

"Excuse me"

"Sorry about that Michael," I said without providing an explanation.

Heather and Michael had spent thirty minutes asking questions, all of which I thought I had done a good job answering. The phone was quiet for a few moments as they had asked me to wait, I could hear them talking, and then they offered me the job almost immediately. It wasn't until this morning when they emailed me the tickets and arrangements that I actually realized I didn't even know their last name.

Now less than twelve hours to go before my flight left, I sat looking at the two notes and wondered who had seen me naked and feeling more turned on than concerned with who had seen me.

Chapter 4 -- My Summer Job -- Into the Wild

I had closed my eyes shortly after switching planes, the widebody jet with more than a hundred people now having been replaced by a small four-seater floatplane with just me and the pilot. The pilot, an older guy of about fifty had suggested I get some rest as the flight to the lodge would be at least a couple of hours.

He didn't seem very talkative so I moved to the rear seat and it wasn't long before I had fallen asleep despite the loud roar of the engine.

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He said, "Don't worry it's on autopilot."

I could feel him undoing the buttons on my jeans.

He was kneeing in front of me, a faint scent of old spice cologne and motor oil lingered about him. I knew he was old, but up close he might have been older than I thought. He undid the first button and then the rest. He hooked his thumbs on the denim on the waist of my jeans and pulled. Instinctively I lifted my ass as he pulled the tight jeans down past the flair of my butt.

"No panties, I kind of thought so, I didn't see any lines when I helped you into the plane," he said as calmly as if he was telling me about the weather from Whitehorse to the lodge.

I shivered a little, I always did when someone was undressing me, not from the cold, but from a combination of anticipation and vulnerability as he made no effort to undress himself.

He managed to slide my jeans off me, ironically much more easily than they had gone on me this morning, pausing only to remove my hiking boots, wool socks, and to pause and look at me for a moment or two.

"Very nice, you must work out," he said as he ran calloused hands down my thighs. My eyes fluttered a little to his touch. After dropping my jeans off he used those rough hands to spread my legs a little, exposing me even more to him.

"You look very wet down there," he said, more as a comment than as a question, then he added, "I like that about you."

I looked at his blue eyes and was memorized by them as he took several moments to study me, the scent of my arousal noticeable in the small confines of the cockpit.

He spread my legs a little wider, I moaned softly and closed my eyes. I had imagined Ryan doing this so many times. I sensed him moving closer.

I jumped a little as I felt the tip of his tongue touched me. He moved slowly, feeling its way around me, just slightly grazing me, always moving, not hurrying, not slow. Those rough hands squeezed and massaged my thighs, moving purposefully and domineeringly everywhere they could reach and anywhere he wanted.

Eyes closed, I could feel his breath, I could feel his heat from the fingers and palms of his hands, I could feel the pressure of his face as he brought it tight to my body. The roughness of his facial hair felt delicious and the friction took my breath away. I could feel the surges of electricity running through my body as I arched my back as he did to me what I had imagined for so long and for so many times.

He took his time, this was not the rushed frenzy mistakenly called "fourplay" by Ryan, this was a man. This was a man who knew what he was doing. The scent of his cologne was now mixing with my scent, ripples of feminine arousal only added to the eroticism of what he was doing, like adding colour to white paint, the scents and my feelings swirling together, making something new, something exciting, my heart was beating so hard I was surprised he could not hear it.

The tip of his tongue worked me, exploring, discovering, I used my fingers to hold his head, sounds filled the air, some were his, most were mine.

I swear I could feel the waves of energy rising and cresting within me, my world collapsed to him and me and what he was doing to me, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. The waves reached higher and higher as his fingers focused in the discovery of unlocking my most sensitive bits, his touching felt like a thousand tips of energy instead of just the ten digits I knew he had softly grazing everywhere on my body that he could reach.

I could feel the heat rising and radiating out from me, sweat covered my body, how long he ravished my little box, I don't know, all I knew was that I wanted him to make me cum, I begged him, I screamed at him, I pushed my body against his mouth, against his fingers and hands...

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The thump of the water brought me back to reality with an abruptness that made me shout out in frustration.

I wanted to scream.

As the small plane landed and taxied faster than I would have imagined to the small dock, the pilot, my lover, had his back to me, his hands not caressing my pussy and ass; his mouth not bringing me to the very edge of a black abyss. His entire focus was on piloting the plane as if I did not exit.

It had seemed so real, it had to have been real, no dream or fantasy had ever made me feel like I did right now.

My little clit pulsed under the thin material of my jeans, the material was damp to my touch, I knew the scent of my pussy and someone would have to have never met an aroused women not to recognize what lingered in the now slowing plane.

I was confused, lost and struggling to regain my composure; I was wet, breathing heavily, wondering if my moans and screams had been real or just part of my dream.

Part of my brain registered the lodge, it was nestled, almost hidden, in the shelter of the mountains on water so clear it almost looked like the taxiing plane was still flying.

Then the door opened and the cold and freshness of the air surprised me. The pilot/baggage handler/mechanic helped me down from the door with those same hands helping and holding my ass, his touch almost pushed me over the edge, the electricity flowing their my body made me tremble as the friction between my legs threatened to make me orgasm right in front of him. All I wanted at that moment was to grab his head and thrust it between my legs.

But that's not what happened, only moments from the time I stepped onto the dock, my gear was quickly stacked beside me and the plane was restarting and just as quickly I was alone on the dock without so much as a parting leer from my talented pilot.

---

It had seemed so real.

I was alone on the dock, I wondered where everyone was, even on the flight I had been the only passenger. My return ticket, saved on my phone wasn't valid until August 30th. It had only been a little more than two days since Ryan and I had not had sex, my little voice, silent for all of the trip now started to say something.

I said to myself, "Angie, you wanted adventure, big girl panties time."

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Trudging from the dock to the lodge, lugging my bags; more of my last conversation with the owners replayed in my mind.

It had been a blur of information and questions, that didn't surprise me, after all the owners must be preparing the lodge for the first tourists and would have been really busy. It hadn't occurred to me until later, they were really late hiring me. I later found out normally the staff should have been all hired in January and February not days before the first guests arrived.

I ignored that little voice that kept asking me why would they be offering me an obscene amount of money for apparently just being a waitress.

I told myself I didn't care why they hired me; I was just happy to be here. Even if the job sucked; this was going to be different summer.

I thought back to the two conversations I had with the owners, one had been the interview and one had been about all the details, now they blurred together. They asked me all the standard questions, which I thought I had nailed, then Heather, asked me about my experiences as a waitress, I think that is when things began to turn away from what I expected.

I explained that I had worked in several restaurants, some large and busy, some intimate and small, some large and noisy, as well as some very refined and others less so. Heather and Michael looked at me and I could see a question on their minds. I had seen it before.

"Yes, I know I'm only 5.1 and barely 100 lbs but I can handle myself, especially when guests consume more alcohol than they should."

Heather asked, "Have you been hit on?"

I smiled and said, "It kind of goes with the job, and to be totally honest, I kind of like it plus, usually it translates into bigger tips when I flirt back."

Instead of being shocked, they didn't seem to mind, which I decided was a kind of flirting as well... after all I was looking for adventure, and I smiled to myself.

"You're twenty?" Heather asked, "That still seems pretty young to me," there was no concern, just a statement and it didn't seem like a question so I just nodded.

Michael asked, "Anything serious ever happen?"

"With being hit on," I smiled and paused for a moment wondering what to tell them, what might shock them, and what they might think of me, while I thought, the silence made both of them look at each other.

Michael started before I had a chance to talk, "Angela, I'm asking because our guests are usually older men and women, professionals, they are here for a week with their friends and mostly just fish, drink, talk, and tell lies."

He continued, "Our guests all have lots of money, tip very well, and well, quite frankly, they like to flirt and play around with the staff, especially the servers," he paused, "Normally our girls benefit from that," then he paused as if he was going to add something and then stopped. Heather seemed uncomfortable but her voice still seemed to be smiling.

"Angela, what Michael is saying, is we just want you to be comfortable around the guests, whether male or female, and for you to know they are all mostly married and for you not to be offended by their behavior."

It was interesting, I thought, for them to include women in what seemed like a standard warning to new young female servers about lecherous old men. Lecherous old women sounded interesting and maybe exactly what I needed.

I nodded my head and said that I understood, but to myself, I would be lying if I didn't at least wonder a little if I might find one or maybe four of them that might be willing to go down on me at some point during the summer. I knew that's not why they hired me but I was thinking if I am going to be spending so much time around older men, older men who might like to flirt, and other things. I was starting to feel wetness despite the fact I was talking to two people I didn't even know.

Older men AND women, I corrected myself, a little tremor rumbling deep inside me.

As if able to read my mind, their next question still surprised me.

"Angela, are you sexually active?"

Momentarily stunned, I likely should have expected the question, I did manage to resist saying, "Yes, but not as active as I would like to be."

Heather mistaking my reaction as one of shock rather than of trying not to reveal how horny I was all the time; immediately tried to reassure me, "It's really none of our business, but we wanted to just make sure you were aware that on occasion, as Michael said, some of our summer staff have "been friendly" with our guests.

Michael added, "Very friendly."

Before she could say another word, I held up my hand and said,

"Don't worry Heather, yes I am, but I know how to be discreet and I came up here to work not to get laid."

Heather surprised me by giggling like she was a teenager before she caught herself but not until after saying, "Most of the girls usually manage to do both."

"You don't have any rules about that?" I said more curious and definitely more excited than offended.

Michael said, "Angela, we want our guests to be happy with our service; and maybe this might seem inappropriate, but we believe in being totally honest; if the guests likes the lodge, the fishing, the food, and our staff, we don't have any issues with you or any other adult who works for us engaging in consensual sex, and if they tip you girls afterward we see it as a win/win situation for everyone."

I thought to myself, "Did I hear that right, they don't object to their staff getting tips for sex or even having sex with them?"

I didn't know what to say next and the call was silent for a moment, before Michael broke the silence and offered me the job, fortunately breaking any awkwardness now that sex was literally on the table. I said yes and they asked how soon could I leave. I explained I had another exam and could leave in 36 to 48 hours.

"Wonderful," they both seemed to say at once, "We will arrange your transportation at no cost to you with return tickets based on August 30th," Heather said. That was the reason for the second conversation, that afternoon before Ryan tried, unsuccessfully, to fuck me.

I heard them, but what they were saying really wasn't registering, my heart was pounding as I started to understand why the $25,000 was in the advertisement and I couldn't help wondering just how much of the money I could earn from sex.

I knew I should have just said "no," at this point, but maybe it was my frustration with Ryan, maybe it was that I needed some excitement, maybe it was the idea of fulfilling some of my darkest fantasies; but I didn't say "no," I was excited and more than a little turned on.

"Now Angie," Michael said, "We have to warn you, if you want to leave early, you will have to pay for your own flight because it will leave us in a difficult spot having to replace you after the season begins."

"No worries, I have no plans to bail on you, I really want the money and I wanted an adventurous summer." I would be lying if I didn't admit that given what I knew about the job, that being essentially "trapped" there didn't excite me even more.

Heather giggled again and then Michael said some more things about flights and times, I heard them, my brain automatically filing the information, but a big part of my brain was imagining how I might indulge myself and my secret and very naughty thoughts. Maybe this summer would really be an adventure.

Having already mentally switched gears before ending the call, my excitement was palpable and my little voice went unheard again. I was excited, I had a job, I did not have to work locally, the Yukon sounded exotic, and there was an opportunity to engage in some of my wildest fantasies.

I thought back to that night in the window when I had masturbated thinking about earning money from sex, now I wanted to masturbate knowing that it was likely more than just a fantasy.

Everything from then until now had been a blur, my exams, the calls, my fantasy about the older men and my inevitable escape where all I could think about was sex or wearing out the batteries in my vibrators masturbating. Now after all of that including Ryan and that disaster of a date, the notes, I was here.

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When I first met Heather and Michael, I was wearing what I had worn all day, tight faded jeans, hiking boots and work socks, an oversized sweater covering, thanks to the cold, my fully erect nipples, a little makeup I touched up before leaving Whitehorse, and a windbreaker... nothing else.

They were almost exactly what I thought they would be, I was surprised to find that the four waitresses they were looking for turned out just to be me.

According to Michael and Heather the lodge had an older world-class chef and an assistant, four stereo-typical outdoorsy guides, and a retired police officer as a handy person, but the entire serving staff consisted of me.

My first thought was "What the Fuck!" but Heather reassured me they would hire more servers and not to worry, in the meantime she would help me as out.

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Authors Note: I have written the first 4 chapters and before I write 5 and 6, I would like your ideas about what adventures Angie should experience, please share your ideas in the comments. Thanks, Rachel