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Nicole waited by the window for Stacy to pick her up. She hasn’t seen her best friend in two whole years. Between marriage and kids, life had gotten pretty busy for the two of them. But now that things have started to calm down, they finally made time catch up over lunch.
A brand new white Range Rover pulled into the driveway right at one o’clock sharp. Nicole was surprised to see Stacy driving such an expensive SUV. Nicole met her at the door and they hugged for a minute, each so happy to see the other.
“I’ve missed you so much.” Nicole said as they walked to the car.
Nicole admired the fresh leather upholstery and interior as she climbed inside. It smelled so good and quite refreshing compared to her ten year old minivan, that her children absolutely destroyed over the years. She couldn’t help but feel a bit of jealousy.
“This is nice!” Nicole said as she rubbed her hands along the seats.
“Thanks!” Stacy replied while lowering her sunglasses from her head. Just picked it up yesterday from the dealer. Special order.”
Nicole didn’t want to come off as jealous, but she was curious how she could afford such an expensive vehicle.
“I guess Mike is doing well?” Nicole questioned.
“Actually I managed to scrounge up some extra cash on my own.” Stacy answered.
They backed out of the driveway and headed off to the restaurant. Nicole was becoming more curious about Stacy’s new income but didn’t want to pry.
They arrived at an upscale restaurant in the city and Stacy pulled in to the valet entrance. Nicole didn’t know they were going to such an exquisite establishment. She was actually concerned a bit because money was a little tight at home, her husband Mark had his hours cut at the plant that he worked at.
They were seated at a table and a waiter in a white blazer brought them some menus and a bottle of champagne. Nicole’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw the prices. She couldn’t believe they would just bring champagne without asking. This was going to be expensive. How was she going to explain this to Mark, she thought. They were trying to control their spending.
“Oh, only forty-nine dollars for a Chicken Cesar salad…must be pretty good.” Nicole said, half joking.
“Oh it’s the best! I get it all the time.” Said Stacy. “And don’t worry about the price. Lunch is on me.”
“Oh stop it! I didn’t mean it like that. It’s totally fine.” Nicole said.
“Nicole, stop it. I insist. Trust me, it’s more than fine.” Stacy said.
Nicole didn’t want her charity, but she couldn’t help herself now. She was dying to know how Stacy was affording all this. The last time she spoke to her, she was working as a receptionist.
“Stace, I’m sorry, but I have to ask. How are you affording living like this?” She asked.
Stacy looked at Nicole for a few seconds before speaking. All their lives they never kept a secret from each other.
“Okay. I’ll tell you. But you have to promise not to tell a single soul.” She said.
Nicole looked at her like she was offended that she even had to ask. Nicole extended her pinky and offered it to her as they did when they were young. Stacy smiled and they locked pinkies to seal their promise.
“Well, about a year ago, Mike lost his job due to budget cuts and we were really struggling. I had to get a second job bartending just to keep our house. I felt like I was in college again.”
Nicole listened eagerly as Stacy spoke. She felt bad that her best friend of thirty years couldn’t come to her about this when it happened. Stacy continued on as she poured herself and Nicole a glass of champagne.
“So there I was bartending again. But this time, I wasn’t the young one. I was the thirty six year old bartender in a college bar. I worked along side a beautiful twenty something year old girl named Brook. I noticed she wore expensive clothes and drove a brand new Mercedes Benz. Tips were good there, but not that good.” Stacy said. “So after a few days, I decided to just ask her how she affords all these things. She was hesitant osmancık escort at first but when I told her about my situation at home, she finally told me. Now this is where it gets weird. But hear me out. Brook told me about an exclusive club just outside the city. There’s a secret room where a girl can go in anonymously. There’s a small sliding door about chest high. It’s only big enough for someone to slide their hands inside. It’s nicknamed ‘The Grope Box'”
Nicole started to see where this was going and was becoming a bit uncomfortable. She couldn’t believe her friend would engage in such an activity. What was she thinking? She thought. Stacy continued on while Nicole listened.
“But it’s not exactly what you think. It’s not as bad as it sounds. You go inside the little room and take your top off. Then when you’re ready, you slid open the little slot on the wall, giving a little ‘preview’ I suppose. Then the club worker starts taking bids to see who goes first. They don’t tell them how long you’re going to be there so they usually don’t want to miss an opportunity. Especially if they see something they like. Once they get the highest bid, they swipe their card. That’s when the timer starts. Once they pay the initial bid, they are able to step forward to your box. They close a curtain behind them for some privacy from the other men. From that point they have two minutes…to grab your boobs. That’s it! Just a little boob grope. Nothing else. Yeah they jerk off most times but who cares right? They can’t see your face and it’s perfectly safe. And after the two minutes are up, the timer starts counting up. That’s when the real money rolls in. Two minutes is never enough. They pay double for every minute after that. Once they stop the timer, you close the little slot and you wait for them to call the next bid. Last Saturday I made almost fifteen hundred bucks in like an hour and half. And I have little boobs. I heard of other girls bustier than me making double that in the same amount of time.”
Nicole was floored. She couldn’t believe her ears. How could her friend do this sort of thing? Nicole looked over the table and around the expensive restaurant. Then thought about Stacy’s Range Rover. Maybe it wasn’t so bad considering. It’s just boobs. It’s not like she’s having sex with strangers. Was it really as bad as it sounds, Nicole thought. Stacy looked at Nicole who couldn’t hide her facial expression.
“You hate me don’t you? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Do you hate me now?” Stacy asked.
“No Stace. Not at all! I’m actually a bit jealous. I wasn’t going to bore you with it, but Mark and I are going through a little bit of a rough patch. His hours were cut and we are barely scraping by.” Nicole said.
“Oh sweetie. I’m sorry.” Stacy said and put her hand on Nicole’s hand. Ya know, if you ever want to try it out, I could take you there. You’d probably do pretty well.” Stacy said as she indicated towards Nicole’s double D’s.
Nicole was starting to think about Stacy’s offer a little longer than she thought she would have five minutes ago. “Was it really that big of a deal? It definitley would be nice to be able to catch up on some bills and god only knows how much longer our minivan is going to last. Maybe just once wouldn’t hurt anything. Mark wouldn’t have to know, and I’d be doing it for our family.” She thought.
Stacy was eagerly awaiting Nicole’s response. Part of her wanted her to accept her offer, so she didn’t judge her for doing it.
“It’s safe? And strictly anonymous right? And no one else would know?” Nicole confirmed with Stacy.
“Yep. The doors lock from inside and there’s a guard that stands at the main door. None of the ‘patrons’ can even see where you go in. Trust me, I wouldn’t put you in any harm.”
Nicole felt a bit reassured. The waiter interrupted and brought their salads to the table. Nicole picked up her fork and hesitated a bit. She had to ask one more question.
“And what about Mike? He doesn’t know, right?” Nicole sheepishly asked.
“Oh osmangazi escort god no. There are some things that are just better left not discussed. I told him I got a raise at the doctors office and he hasn’t asked any questions about the money.”
Nicole felt a little better knowing that Stacy’s husband doesn’t know either. She has never cheated on Mark, and even though she’d feel guilty, she knew that she would be doing it for him and their children.
“You know what? I’m in! Maybe just once to get a head a bit.” Nicole said.
“Yay! Let’s get you paid!” Stacy said and held her glass of champagne up to cheers Nicole.
After lunch the girls drove back to Nicole’s house. Nicole saw her beat up minivan in the driveway and knew she had made the right choice.
“Okay so I’ll pick you up Saturday night at 8:00.” Stacy said and hugged her friend as she got out of the SUV.
“How was lunch?” Mark asked Nicole as she walked inside.
“Oh it was great. It was so nice to see her and catch up. We’re actually going to a comedy show on Saturday night. You don’t mind do you? She bought tickets for her and Mike but he will be out of town for work and she doesn’t want them to go to waste.” Nicole said. She felt like she was talking a bit too much to sell the idea.
“Sure. Have fun.” Mark said.
Saturday night arrived and the white Range Rover pulled into Nicole’s driveway. She kissed Mark and kids goodnight and met Stacy in the SUV.
When they arrived at the club, Nicole’s heart began to race. She was more nervous than she’s ever been. She couldn’t believe what she was doing. But she knew she couldn’t back out now. She took a deep breath and got out. They could hear the faint sounds and heavy bass of the music from inside.
Stacy and Nicole walked to the rear of the club. There was a heavy door with a sign that stated ‘Employees Only’. Stacy knocked and a large man in a black suit opened the door.
“Hello ladies.” The man said as he held the door for them.
When they walked inside, there was a long hallway with four doors. All the doors were open and the little rooms were empty. There was a small sliding slot with a latch inside each of the rooms.
“Go ahead. Pick one.” Stacy said. “I’ll be right in here.”
Stacy put her bag in the second room. Nicole looked down the hall and went inside the third room. She looked back at Stacy as she closed the door behind her. The room was dimly lit from a small light on the ceiling. There was a hook on the wall and a shelf. Above the little sliding door there was a digital clock set to two minutes. Nicole heard the thud of the little door opening in Stacy’s room. She realized that Stacy was already in business. She could hear the shouting of the men placing their bids.
Nicole looked through a little peephole in the wall. There were guys lined up and waiting. A man from the club stood at a podium taking the bids. The view from the peephole was blurry and she couldn’t make out faces. Nicole figured she better get started. She took off her coat and hung it up. Then pulled her top over her head and folded it. Her black bra held her massive double D’s well. She reached behind and unclipped it. Her large boobs hung free. Nicole’s nervousness was now at an all time high. She stepped up to the sliding door slot. There was a little stool there, but Nicole didn’t need it. Her boobs lined up perfectly. She took a deep breath and slid open the little door and placed her boobs up to the slot.
She heard a roar of men start yelling. Nicole peeked through the peephole and saw at least a dozen men holding money up and shouting. They began bidding. Nicole couldnt believe that she had just flashed over a dozen men her boobs. The club bouncer announced the winner of the first bid and took his credit card. She watched the blurry figure approach her and close the curtain behind him. Nicole looked up and noticed timer had already started and began to click down.
Instantly two hands cupped Nicole’s boobs. This is the first time in osmaniye escort over ten years that a man besides Mark had his hands on her breasts. Nicole closed her eyes. She didn’t know how to feel. It was different, and exhilarating. It felt good, but slightly guilty.
The man began to pinch and squeeze her nipples. Moments later, she noticed that one hand had released from her left breast and she could hear some fidgeting. Nicole tried to look through the slot but her massive boobs took up most of the space. Just then she heard a quiet beep sound and noticed the timer displayed ten seconds and was counting down.
“Shit! Not now! Damnit!” A man’s voice stammered.
When the timer reached zero, there was a longer beep and it began to count up. Nicole managed to get a glance inside and could partially see a man from his chest down to his knees. His pants were around his ankles and his penis was out and fully erect. Nicole stepped back up to the opening and a hand again began to fondle her breast. She could hear some moaning and at the one minute and three second mark the hand made a firm squeeze of her left breast. The hand then retracted and Nicole could hear the man zipping his pants up. The clock stopped at 1:03. She closed the sliding door and peeked through the peephole. The man exited and was greeted by the club worker. He glanced at the clock and said “one minute and three seconds over.” He ran the man’s credit card through the tablet and handed it back to him.
Nicole was taken back by what had just transpired. She sat down on the bench and tried to process everything. Her heart still racing. After a few seconds she regained her composure. After some quick math, she estimated that after three minutes and three seconds would yield her a little over $300. Not bad for three minutes. Nicole quickly realized that the longer she sat there, the less money she would be making. So she stood up at the opening and slid open the door. Just like last time, the shouting began. Seconds later she saw the club owner take a credit card from another guy and he approached the room. When the curtain closed, Nicole approached the slot and the timer started.
Much like the first guy, two hands cupped her breasts and began to pinch her nipples. Nicole started to notice a trend. Then, right on queue, one hand slipped out and she could hear the zipper being pulled down. She found it amusing how these men raced to try to beat the timer. This time, the man inside the room was a bit more fortunate. Nicole heard him moaning and then released her breast with about six seconds to spare before going into double time. Maybe having such nice boobs wasn’t so great after all, Nicole thought.
Over the next hour and half, there were fourteen men that had groped and cummed to Nicole’s breast. Some stayed under the two minutes and a few went over. Nicole estimated that she made around $4000. Proud of herself, Nicole got dressed and gently opened the door to her booth. She peeked outside. Stacy was in the hallway on her phone and gave her a big smile when she noticed her.
“Well? How’d ya do?” Stacy asked excitedly.
“I’m not sure. It kind of got away from me.” Nicole responded.
She didn’t want to tell her exactly how much she made in fear that she would regret bringing her. Nicole was sure that Stacy hadn’t made anywhere near that. As they walked to the club worker on their side of the wall, he greeted Nicole and handed her a wad of cash.
“Nice haul. Come back anytime!” He said.
Nicole quickly shoved the cash in her pocketbook while the man paid Stacy her share.
“Well?” Stacy asked.
Not wanting to tell her the exact amount, Nicole tried to dodge the question.
“Can we just get out of here? I’ll count it in the car.” Nicole said.
When they got in the car, Nicole pretended to count her money.
“A little over nine hundred.” She said and held up some cash.
“Not bad! I made twelve hundred! You’ll get there eventually. It was your first time after all.” Stacy said.
“Hey I’m fine with this. This will help a lot.” Nicole said.
“So, next Saturday?” Stacy asked as they pulled into Nicole’s driveway.
“Definitely!” Nicole said.
They hugged and Nicole went inside. Mark was watching TV.
“How was the show?” Mark asked.
“Interesting.” Nicole replied.
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