lember
Magistrate
When I saw my workplace from the corner, I checked my watch. It was almost eight o`clock PM. Phil did not tolerate the delay. He had accepted that I could not arrive at six as usual, but I promised myself to eight, and I knew I could not afford arriving later than that. I entered the door below the neon sign that let the people know that this was the CruxBar: A place of fulfilling desires hung up.
Fortunately I did not have to change dress. The uniform was simple, and fit to streetwear: A skinny jeans and a fitting top, in any color. I just had to take my jacket off.
The bar was dark and very narrow and symmetric: In front of entrance, on the other end there was the bar, with the most expensive lagers and everything else that rich people drink after collecting that enormous money they let here. To left on the same wall the store-room, to right the office and our private rest -and changing room.
Between the entrance and the bar there were two rows of tables, along exact perpendicular and parallel lines. On the left and the right walls there were the doors to the private rooms. And between the doors the public cruxes: Occupied and empty ones. Right besides the entrance I found Melissa hanging. She did not notice me entering: Her head hung down and she tried to press as much air to her lungs as she could before the weight of her soft ass streched out again her breathing muscles. I stopped in front of my naked colleague.
-Hi Melissa -I saluted. She managed to look up. Her eyes were filled with the discomfort of very hard work. She managed a louder "Hi", than tried to push up to be able to speak.
-Don`t do that if it`s not good! -I warned her. I knew what he felt, I had felt the same before. It made me to think about my today shift. My back gave the sign of phantom agony under my jacket.
-Everything is OK? -She asked from a middle position above me. Her tits hanged down toward my head. I knew she meant to my late arrival, but still it was weird that the naked, sweating woman asked it from me, a clothed free one. Looking at her trembling thighs even I had to shift my weight between my feet. I was aware that the group of men sitting at the table behind me followed the change of the shape of my ass caused by the movement in my tight jeans. They were who ordered Melissa up to this cross, and I wasn`t sure that they did not do it to me on the next cross, or even on the other side, in front of Melissa. In this case we could check the suffering of each other. It was embarrassing on different way than in front of just stranger men. We never got used to the sight of the naked body of each other, at least because of fluctuation. I was happy that my tits did not hang down as much as of Melissa. I felt it too personal if I show any physical imperfection to the watchers. I still had too much. Phil accepted any kind of girls, even the ugliest or oldest ones. He paid by order, not monthly basis, so if the visitors did not like someone and not ordered her, she left the company anyway, Phil did not loose.
I reached out with my right hand and using the back of my hand I lifted up Melissa`s right tit to put my palm to her upper ribs in order to check her respiration. I knew she was embarrassed by the way I touching her, I tried to draw her attention.
-I just consulted with Noah`s teacher. I will tell you about it when they will finish with you. Your breathing is slow a little bit. Shoud I call dr. Porter? -I recognized that she was thinking for a moment, but than shook her head and sank back down, showing that she did not want to speak more. I understood. I knew how exhausting the cross was.
I left her and went accross the main hall. I was aware of all the male glances and gazes that followed me. I hailed Gracie who tried to deal with a steeped footrest on her cross. It was really frustrating to stand on something and still feeling that weird force that kept pulling you forward, but much better than just hanging from your wrists like Melissa.
I entered the restroom and threw up my jacket to the coat rack. I checked my tits in the top, my jeans if my panties did not slip above its waistline, my long blonde hair and my makeup. A looked around the resting girls. Most of them were after a crucifixion. They sat and lied on the resting bags, rubbed themselves and each other. Some were still naked, but more of them took back their underwear, and a few all the clothes, mostly who were ready to go back. I recognized a new face. She sat on a bag fully clothed in black jeans and red top. She was very nervous. She strained her hands together strongly and was biting her lips. She almost cried.
-Hi! I am Kathy. -I introduced myself.
-Marcella. -She answered very simply.
-Any problem, Marcella? -I asked.
-She is sitting here since opening. -Barbara said instead of her, pushing back her legs into her jeans.
-Go to work, Barbara! I said. -Do your next five minutes before you beg dr. Porter to let you down. -She buttoned her jeans, fastened the bell on it and left the room without a word. I turned back to the new girl.
-Don`t wory. We all can do it, and you will get used to it too. Dr. Porter is a nice person. He take care of us, and not let any girl to get in any trouble on the cross.
-But doesn`t it hurts too bad? Does it? -She asked on high voice.
-Think about the thousands of dollars you will earn today, if you are clever and devoted. -I avoided the answer.
-I need this money. -She agreed. -I need so much, but I could not bear the touch of that ugly strangers. I hoped this place would be better, but now I am not sure.
-Up to you, Marcella. -I smiled to her. -Up to you. Do one evening. What is it at all?
She took a deep breath, and stood up. She grabbed her jeans, pulled it up a bit, and took my hand.
-Do you come with me? -She asked. I nodded and hand-in-hand we entered the main area. Dr. Porter was talking to the heavily sweatening Melissa. The group of men who ordered her were very amused apparently. Their eyes almost fell out. Barbara was already surrounded by three businessmen. They ordered her to turn around, checking her tits, ass and loin. Then they called Phil to discuss the price and details and disappeared alltogether in one of the private room. I hoped they would order something hanging cross with a cornu to her fat ass. This girl ned to be fucked hard to rally herself. She tried to give back to her colleagues what she had to suffer from the guests, and it was really not cool.
We sat down to the bar. Marcella asked for a whiskey-cola. I looked over her body, imaging her hided parts. She was so young. We got again a pair of tits that is better than mine.
-Drink it. It will be good for the first evening. -I said. -But do not get used to it. It is better if it does not irritate your bladder on the cross.
-Maybe nobody will choose me tonight.-She told wishfully.
-Maybe. -I agreed. We sat there for a while in peace, waiting the guests if they pick up any of us. All of them saw me when I was walking over the main hall, by two hours after opening. If any would want me, they was here already. It would be bad if I do not earn a cent this evening, coming here in vain, but my deeper part releived by this conclusion.
Phil stepped to us. He just nodded to Marcella, and turned to me.
-I`m happy you arrived at last. Everything went well with the kid? -He asked, but I did know it was just small talk.
-It was ok, Phil. What they ordered to Barbara? -I continued his chat.
-A pole footrest.-He answered. It was a cheap version of crosses. A meter wide rounded pole was used as footrest on which the cuffs were at the ends. It pulled apart our legs slightly that opened our vulva to the eyes of the guests, but we could stand on it straightened. Its narrow shape tortured our soles quite harsly on long term, but we had some inches to change position, and it paid quite well, even not so well as a hanging cross, not mentioning a cornu attached. My last crucifixion came in my mind on that kind of cross. It was private with one fat man in the room. It was a very long crucifixion. He did not even care of me at the first time, even if I tried to talk to him. He was occupied by his phone, writing text messages and rolling facebook, while I stood in front of him naked, with legs apart. The time passed and the wage of every minute was higher by a dollar than the one before, so I was happy, but meanwhile the lack of his attention annoyed me and hurt my vain. At last I started to shook my tits, even let a stamina drop on them. He started to be interested when my soles started to aching quite harshly, and I could not hide it. She just took out his penis and started to jerk it when I had to hang down from my wrists to release my feet, but he stopped it sometimes and just observed me. It was very frustrating when I built up the hope that he would come this time, than he paused and started again a few minutes later. At last I agreed that he may ejaculate on my foot, even if it was ont he edge of breaking the first rule of the bar: It was not allowed to touch any of the employees.
Fortunately I did not have to change dress. The uniform was simple, and fit to streetwear: A skinny jeans and a fitting top, in any color. I just had to take my jacket off.
The bar was dark and very narrow and symmetric: In front of entrance, on the other end there was the bar, with the most expensive lagers and everything else that rich people drink after collecting that enormous money they let here. To left on the same wall the store-room, to right the office and our private rest -and changing room.
Between the entrance and the bar there were two rows of tables, along exact perpendicular and parallel lines. On the left and the right walls there were the doors to the private rooms. And between the doors the public cruxes: Occupied and empty ones. Right besides the entrance I found Melissa hanging. She did not notice me entering: Her head hung down and she tried to press as much air to her lungs as she could before the weight of her soft ass streched out again her breathing muscles. I stopped in front of my naked colleague.
-Hi Melissa -I saluted. She managed to look up. Her eyes were filled with the discomfort of very hard work. She managed a louder "Hi", than tried to push up to be able to speak.
-Don`t do that if it`s not good! -I warned her. I knew what he felt, I had felt the same before. It made me to think about my today shift. My back gave the sign of phantom agony under my jacket.
-Everything is OK? -She asked from a middle position above me. Her tits hanged down toward my head. I knew she meant to my late arrival, but still it was weird that the naked, sweating woman asked it from me, a clothed free one. Looking at her trembling thighs even I had to shift my weight between my feet. I was aware that the group of men sitting at the table behind me followed the change of the shape of my ass caused by the movement in my tight jeans. They were who ordered Melissa up to this cross, and I wasn`t sure that they did not do it to me on the next cross, or even on the other side, in front of Melissa. In this case we could check the suffering of each other. It was embarrassing on different way than in front of just stranger men. We never got used to the sight of the naked body of each other, at least because of fluctuation. I was happy that my tits did not hang down as much as of Melissa. I felt it too personal if I show any physical imperfection to the watchers. I still had too much. Phil accepted any kind of girls, even the ugliest or oldest ones. He paid by order, not monthly basis, so if the visitors did not like someone and not ordered her, she left the company anyway, Phil did not loose.
I reached out with my right hand and using the back of my hand I lifted up Melissa`s right tit to put my palm to her upper ribs in order to check her respiration. I knew she was embarrassed by the way I touching her, I tried to draw her attention.
-I just consulted with Noah`s teacher. I will tell you about it when they will finish with you. Your breathing is slow a little bit. Shoud I call dr. Porter? -I recognized that she was thinking for a moment, but than shook her head and sank back down, showing that she did not want to speak more. I understood. I knew how exhausting the cross was.
I left her and went accross the main hall. I was aware of all the male glances and gazes that followed me. I hailed Gracie who tried to deal with a steeped footrest on her cross. It was really frustrating to stand on something and still feeling that weird force that kept pulling you forward, but much better than just hanging from your wrists like Melissa.
I entered the restroom and threw up my jacket to the coat rack. I checked my tits in the top, my jeans if my panties did not slip above its waistline, my long blonde hair and my makeup. A looked around the resting girls. Most of them were after a crucifixion. They sat and lied on the resting bags, rubbed themselves and each other. Some were still naked, but more of them took back their underwear, and a few all the clothes, mostly who were ready to go back. I recognized a new face. She sat on a bag fully clothed in black jeans and red top. She was very nervous. She strained her hands together strongly and was biting her lips. She almost cried.
-Hi! I am Kathy. -I introduced myself.
-Marcella. -She answered very simply.
-Any problem, Marcella? -I asked.
-She is sitting here since opening. -Barbara said instead of her, pushing back her legs into her jeans.
-Go to work, Barbara! I said. -Do your next five minutes before you beg dr. Porter to let you down. -She buttoned her jeans, fastened the bell on it and left the room without a word. I turned back to the new girl.
-Don`t wory. We all can do it, and you will get used to it too. Dr. Porter is a nice person. He take care of us, and not let any girl to get in any trouble on the cross.
-But doesn`t it hurts too bad? Does it? -She asked on high voice.
-Think about the thousands of dollars you will earn today, if you are clever and devoted. -I avoided the answer.
-I need this money. -She agreed. -I need so much, but I could not bear the touch of that ugly strangers. I hoped this place would be better, but now I am not sure.
-Up to you, Marcella. -I smiled to her. -Up to you. Do one evening. What is it at all?
She took a deep breath, and stood up. She grabbed her jeans, pulled it up a bit, and took my hand.
-Do you come with me? -She asked. I nodded and hand-in-hand we entered the main area. Dr. Porter was talking to the heavily sweatening Melissa. The group of men who ordered her were very amused apparently. Their eyes almost fell out. Barbara was already surrounded by three businessmen. They ordered her to turn around, checking her tits, ass and loin. Then they called Phil to discuss the price and details and disappeared alltogether in one of the private room. I hoped they would order something hanging cross with a cornu to her fat ass. This girl ned to be fucked hard to rally herself. She tried to give back to her colleagues what she had to suffer from the guests, and it was really not cool.
We sat down to the bar. Marcella asked for a whiskey-cola. I looked over her body, imaging her hided parts. She was so young. We got again a pair of tits that is better than mine.
-Drink it. It will be good for the first evening. -I said. -But do not get used to it. It is better if it does not irritate your bladder on the cross.
-Maybe nobody will choose me tonight.-She told wishfully.
-Maybe. -I agreed. We sat there for a while in peace, waiting the guests if they pick up any of us. All of them saw me when I was walking over the main hall, by two hours after opening. If any would want me, they was here already. It would be bad if I do not earn a cent this evening, coming here in vain, but my deeper part releived by this conclusion.
Phil stepped to us. He just nodded to Marcella, and turned to me.
-I`m happy you arrived at last. Everything went well with the kid? -He asked, but I did know it was just small talk.
-It was ok, Phil. What they ordered to Barbara? -I continued his chat.
-A pole footrest.-He answered. It was a cheap version of crosses. A meter wide rounded pole was used as footrest on which the cuffs were at the ends. It pulled apart our legs slightly that opened our vulva to the eyes of the guests, but we could stand on it straightened. Its narrow shape tortured our soles quite harsly on long term, but we had some inches to change position, and it paid quite well, even not so well as a hanging cross, not mentioning a cornu attached. My last crucifixion came in my mind on that kind of cross. It was private with one fat man in the room. It was a very long crucifixion. He did not even care of me at the first time, even if I tried to talk to him. He was occupied by his phone, writing text messages and rolling facebook, while I stood in front of him naked, with legs apart. The time passed and the wage of every minute was higher by a dollar than the one before, so I was happy, but meanwhile the lack of his attention annoyed me and hurt my vain. At last I started to shook my tits, even let a stamina drop on them. He started to be interested when my soles started to aching quite harshly, and I could not hide it. She just took out his penis and started to jerk it when I had to hang down from my wrists to release my feet, but he stopped it sometimes and just observed me. It was very frustrating when I built up the hope that he would come this time, than he paused and started again a few minutes later. At last I agreed that he may ejaculate on my foot, even if it was ont he edge of breaking the first rule of the bar: It was not allowed to touch any of the employees.
