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My Night Job Ch. 2:

It was nine O' clock and I only had about thirty minutes until I had to leave for work. Tonight I was working at The Window Shop and I needed to look really sexy. The shop may sound like some regular shop that you would buy windows at, but it wasn't. It was far from that.

At The Window Shop all I had to do was sit in a room with a chair and dance. The men and women could see me, but I couldn't see them. I stripped until I had nothing on and started to touch myself. If I did a good job then they would push money through the holes in the walls. This job would probably have to be my favorite because I got to feel sexy and only I touched myself.

I pulled on my tight, leather pants and threw my black, v-neck shirt before slipping on my white flip flops. It didn't matter what shoes you wore because you just took them off at the door before you entered the room. I wet my hair so my hair gel would come out making my spikes fall out. The men usually liked it when my hair was falling around my shoulders and falling in my face.

After I deemed I was fully ready I picked up my shoulder bag and walked out the front door. I made sure to lock it behind me and started walking down the steps. I lived in a pretty good sized apartment right in the middle of the 'bad part of town'. My entire family had died in a car accident and I was left with everything. I had plenty of money, but I loved my job.

I had aunts and uncles I could live with as well, but I wanted to live alone. I didn't think they would approve of my late night activities. No one knew about them besides some of the kids at school dads or moms. I had probably fucked half of their parents. The parents had promised not to tell their kids about my job, only if I fucked them good. I even had a few teachers come and see me. Hence my straight A's on my report cards.

It was a chilly night and I was glad I just wasn't working on the street that night. I wasn't sure why it was even chilly. It was at the end of August and it didn't start getting cold until October. The moon was high in the sky and drunks were coming out while most house lights were being turned off. I thought a few times if I should walk to work or drive there and decided on the latter.

I walked over to my motorcycle and threw one leg over. I debated putting on my helmet and decided that I didn't have time to be pulled over by a police officer. I put it on and buckled the chin strap while I turned the key in the ignition. I heard a nice roar from the engine and kicked the kick stand out before turning the gas and zooming away from the apartment complex.

You usually wouldn't want to ride a motorcycle when you were wearing flip flops, but I was a rebel. I threw my leg back over the side and sat on the side for a moment. I was about ten minutes early for work and I also didn't want to stand on my feet. Shifting gears wasn't the easiest thing to do in flip flops.

After about five minutes I got to my feet and started making my way through the back door. The workers never entered the front door because the customers weren't supposed to see them until they were in the glass box. I threw my shoulder bag over my shoulder and slid my shoes off as I walked up to my box. The curtains were up, but I could hear people gathering around the box.

There was more then just one box. There were several ones actually and just a row in-between the boxes. There were five stools on each side of the box and about twenty boxes in the entire building. I almost knew everyone that worked here and I knew my normal customers. They usually gave me the most money and often paid me a lot more when they wanted me to go home with them.

I threw my shoulder bag over to the side; I would need things inside that later. I sat in the chair and spread my legs wide waiting for the curtains to open. Not long after I got in position a song with a nice beat came on and the curtains started to pull apart. Once the curtains were completely apart I reached down and touched the floor before rising up and getting to my feet.

I danced around the chair some before I pulled my shirt off and threw it to the side. I placed my finger in my mouth and sucked on it for a few seconds before I slid it down my chest and stomach to my pants. I stuck the finger in and touched my shaft while I continued to dance. I undid the button of my pants and pulled the zipper down.

I started swaying my hips as I slowly got low all the while pulling my pants down. Once I was on the floor humping it I pulled my pants off my ankles and started rubbing my now exposed shaft. I didn't wear underwear because it was damn near impossible to fit them under the leather pants. I heard a loud thud outside the box and already knew what it was. It happened all the time when I got fully naked. Two guys were outside fighting for a stool to watch me strip.

Once my cock was fully erect I reached over to my bag and pulled out a dildo. I held it in the air waiting for a response. When I heard a few rounds of yells and whistles I pressed it to my entrance and started to push it in. I had done it several times so I didn't really need to be prepared. I started to thrust it in and out of my entrance; purposefully missing my prostate. If I hit it then I would lose myself and start losing customers.

I looked at the holes in the box and noticed the money pouring in faster then I could count. I pulled the dildo out and made my way to one of the sides of the box. I stroked my member a few more times and came on the side wall. I got to my knees and licked some of my cum off the wall while giving them my most seductive look. I heard a few groans and only guessed some of the men were masturbating.

I waved goodbye to them while the curtain closed while licking my lips. Once the curtains fully closed I walked over to my clothes and slipped them back on. When I had my clothes on I walked around the room and picked my money up while also grabbing my dildo and throwing it all in my bag. I threw my shoulder bag over my shoulder and slipped on my flip flops while I walked out the back door.

I walked over to my motorcycle and noticed someone standing there. I couldn't make out who they were because it was so dark, but I could tell someone was there. As I got closer I recognized the person as Naruto. What was he doing here? He can't now about my job! He would tell everyone! Places would be shut down for having a minor working for them! I would be arrested for being a prostitute!

I took in a deep breath and continued to walk towards him anyways. As I neared him I heard a slight chuckle before I heard him talk. "Who would have known you worked here. I was just driving by when I noticed your motorcycle and noticed the place it was parked at. I must say that you look damn sexy when you wear leather though."

I finally turned my head towards him and stepped closer to his body. I placed a hand on either side of him and rested my hands on my motorcycle seat, trapping him. I placed my face only centimeters away from his before whispering, "You tell anyone and I tell everyone you kissed a boy. You kissed Uchiha Sasuke to be exact Uzumaki. Now, go get in your car and forget you ever saw me here." I stepped back and put my helmet on.

"I can't do that Uchiha. You see, I didn't kiss you, you kissed me. I would also like to clear something up. I'm not gay or bisexual. My dick only goes in hoes and their mouths, but I guess you would count as a hoe, wouldn't you? I mean, you fuck everyone in town." I felt my heart fall into my stomach and forced myself not to cry. I had a feeling that he knowing about my job only pushed him further away from me.

I kicked my kick stand out and turned the key before turning the gas. I mumbled out, "Just don't tell anyone," before I drove off, tears falling as I drove. I continued to drive down the main street making my way to my apartment thinking of what I would do if he told anyone. Then something hit me, if he's not gay then why did he say I looked damn sexy in leather?

~To Be Continued~

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