“Come on, don’t you want to take another sip?” Aaron said with a knowing smile on his face.
Casey really wanted to say no, she knew that the drinks were what he was using to control her, but she was so addicted to them that all that happened was her lower lip quivered a little and then she placed the straw between her lips.
She sucked the sweet liquid up the straw and the first drops of it hit her tongue, sending a shiver through her as she closed her eyes and sucked even harder.
“Good girl.” he said and the shiver only increased.
Two months ago she’d started working at the used car dealership out of desperation, she’d been fired from her last job for skimming the commissions from some of the other sales people and no one would hire her. Going to a seedy used car lot had been her only choice as Aaron’s standards were so low.
If she’d know, that in fact, he had no standards, she might have thought twice about it.
He’d gotten her started and she’d even made a few sales, though she was already eyeing up how she’d screw him over, when he’d come by with the first cup of the sweetness that filled her now.
It had tasted so good, and gone down so easy, she really didn’t even notice how much she craved it until the next day when he’d shown up without one in his hand.
She’d delicately asked where he’d gotten it, though he demure, until she mentioned how good it was and how she could go for another.
She hadn’t recognized that predatory look in his eyes at the time, but now she did, though it was too late.
For the next week or so he’d brought her a drink each and every day, without fail, or issue. It was the second week, when he hadn’t show up with one that the problem started.
He’d suggested that, perhaps, if she wanted another one, she might want to dress a bit more sexily when she came into work. She’d dismissed the idea outright, it wasn’t like she was a shrew, she knew her looks closed a lot of sales for her. And she dressed well, if a little conservatively.
The next day when he didn’t bring her a drink again, she was already starting to feel the withdrawal symptoms. A nervous shake of her hands, a tightness in her stomach, a bit of a headache.
On the third day, she’d almost givin in when she got dressed in the morning, but had managed to steady herself enough to hold out.
She had no such luck on the fourth day, dressing in a tight black dress that hugged her curves and a pair of matching towering heels that pushed her ass out.
It wasn’t long after she arrived that the drink appeared and she eagerly sucked it down.
After that, Aaron made more requests, until she ended up where she was now. Dressed in a trampy little outfit, her hair dyed blonde, her lips painted bright red, and enough make to ensure no one doubted that she was a needy little slut.
She sucked the last of the drink down and Aaron took the cup from her, her eyes pleaded for more, as her tongue followed the straw and her lips flapped a little, but there wasn’t any coming today.
Instead Aaron turned his head and pointed over at a man walking around the lot, “See Terry over there?”
She nodded her head.
“He’s a long time customer, one of my best. I think he might have something you can suck on.” Aaron said with a laugh and he turned to the other man and pouted.
“But… but… it won’t taste as good.” she whined a little and then turned back to Aaron.
“That’s true, but if you don’t like the taste I guess you could pull it out and close your mouth. I’m sure Terry wouldn’t mind if you got it all over yourself instead. And besides, if he gives you a good review, I might be inclined to bring in a double tomorrow.”
Casey’s eyes lit up and she smiled, then pushed up from the car she was leaning on and wiggled her ass over to Terry.
It wasn’t long before she’d maneuvered him towards the back of the lot and between several cars, gotten down on her knees and was sucking his dick. She couldn’t quite bring herself to let him cum in her mouth, so she did as
Aaron suggested and popped him and and closed her mouth, letting his cum spread all over her face.
It wasn’t as bad as she had thought it might have been, at least until she realized that she was now just another piece of used equipment on Aaron’s lot that was for sale.
