Chapter 1: One More Chance

Chapter 1: One More Chance 

Amelia 

“Open your legs,” I heard the deep voice commanded. I was already naked, kneeling in front of three clothed men that radiate power just by being in their presence alone. Reluctantly but gracefully spread my legs, letting them see my wetness. I was already wet and leaking out my juice, their voices making my whole body ache with needs. 

“More widely, let us use what a needy little slut you are.” Another voice spoke. The three of them were wearing a face mask and I couldn't make out their faces but their eyes darkened with lust. 

Blushing, I spread my legs more and their strong gaze immediately went to my pussy, taking in the wetness that gathered at my opening.

“Touch yourself for us and show us how good a girl you can be.” 

For some reason, I was to obey every of their commands. I let my hand slide down my body and moved it to my stomach until my fingers finally met with slit and I began rubbing myself, looking at their lust filled eyes. I gathered some of my juice and went up to smear it across my clit, making it slippery and enjoying the feeling of it. I have touched myself before and here I am doing that in front of three dangerous mask men that want to devour me.

“Slid two fingers in and fuck your pussy for us.” 

I slid my finger in and it went smooth, I had never been this wet nor have I masturbated before but I was already too gone to retract now. I started finger-fucking myself, hearing the sound of my fingers going in and out of my pussy.

“Fuck,” one of them muttered and suddenly I was pushed to lay on my back and a mouth attacked my pussy and harshly sucked on my clit as if his life depends on it.

There were hands everywhere and it felt like heaven. Another month leached one of my nipples, sucking and biting and twisting the other nipple between his fingers. Then I heard the sound of a zipper opening before I felt a dick shoved down my throat, making me gag. The feeling was pure bliss, lips leaving wet kisses all over my body. I have been pleased by a man, let alone three men at the same time, whispering praises into my ears and it felt so good. A strange knot tight around my stomach, telling me I was close to an orgasm.

Instantly, I jolted awake, looking around. I was in the small apartment that I shared with my best friend. And before I could stop myself, my hands reached down my pussy and my panties were soaked.

“Shit,” I cursed. I looked at the time, it was already time for my shift at the restaurant. I quickly went to the bathroom and had a shower before heading out to work.

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Plate crashed onto the ground as I fell to my bottom broken pieces from the plates and glasses surrounded by body as my manager stomped on me. Automatically, I looked away already humiliated by everyone gawking at the girl that just slipped and dropped the tray of empty plates. My best friend, Kate, was already behind him, to save my ass once again. My manager's face is streaming and I can feel his anger radiating off him. It is not like you would see a worker slip and cause such a ruckus in every five star restaurant. I am just a clumsy girl and it has been worse today after working up that delicious but pathetic dream.

“Get up Amelia and meet me in the back.” He said as he casually walked past me and went through the double doors that led to the kitchen. 

‘Please don't yell at me.’ I muttered to myself.

“Hey, it is alright.” My best friend said and she reached out her hand which I accepted without thinking twice.

“He is going to fire me, I can't lose this job.” I said, fearing that my voice would crack. I need this job, I can't afford to lose it.

“You don't know that, okay.” Her hand gently grabs my arm.

“Don't worry until you have a reason to. Go talk to him and will help clean this for you.” I nodded my head as I braced myself.

I don't have any reason to worry yet, so I dusted off whatever dirt may be on my uniform and fixed my crooked name tag before walking towards the double doors. People around me gave me sad smiles, making me feel even more embarrassed at the fact that I know they witnessed my clumsiness. 

As I walked through the doors, heat from the chef cooking hit me in the face. I dodged through the chefs until I made it to the door in the back. I sucked in a breath before opening the door, Mark, the manager was looking into the employees fridge where we store our food we can munch on when we get a break 

“I am sorry, Mark. I skipped over my own two feet and I have no excuse.” I said bet he noticed I was in the room.

His eyes shifted to my red face as a sigh left his mouth. The fridge closes and he pulls out one of the plastic chairs from the table, his hand signals for me to sit as he walks around to the other side. Can't I just stand? Betraying my thoughts, I sat in the chair across from him, rubbing the skin on my arm and waited for the ridicule.

“You can't keep embarrassing us like this, the first time you dropped your name tag into the food on a customer's plate. And the second time..” he put up two fingers.

“You and Kate were caught making fun of very respected customers and this time, you fell and broke table water.

Sometimes, rich people are too easy to make fun of, at least they can buy their happiness.

“I..I know…it won't happen again. I have been clumsy and…”

“One more chance, Amelia. One more fail and you are fired.” He cut me off. I nodded, hoping this situation wouldn't escalate. He stared at me for a moment, scanning over my body.

“Go fix your hair and get back to work.” He wafts me away.

Thank goodness, I wasn't fired. I walked out of the room as quickly as I could while still looking professional and once again, dodging the chef on my way to the ladies room.

“What did he say?” Kate asked, running towards me to open the locker just in case I have a meltdown.

“I got one more chance before I am fired.” I said with a half smile.

She hugged me while letting out a deep breath and I finally released the breath I was holding as we stood in each other's embrace.

“He told me to fix my hair.” I laughed at myself. She unlocked the bathroom door and I walked in.

As I looked into the mirror, I saw my blond hair frazzled in the high ponytail. How long have I looked like this? I lo

oked like an old barbie doll that hasn't been played with in years.