On The Rocks

by RapeTrain-Express

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Anthro, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Sex
Length: 6235

Applejack has sex with a customer at a bar.

What if the Flim Flam brothers ended up winning? What happens when a certain tree kicker has to find another means to support her family?

Characters are anthropomorphized for this story.

Image is by http://tt-n.deviantart.com/ and the image owner is http://www.fimfiction.net/user/Aurora

Published 2012-12-09 03:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-09 03:30:01 UTC

Just another work day

The sound of the alarm clock ringing woke Applejack from her slumber. She moaned and protested as the setting sun could be seen from her window. As her eyes tried to focus on her window, she quickly looked away at the sight of the large factory in the fields. She loathed waking up and seeing that accursed place everyday and it was because of the factory that her life took a turn for the worst.

Realizing she had only an hour to head out, she quickly crawled from out of under her blankets and grabbed her red house coat to cover her body up. As she got up, she tried to recall the dream that she was happily dreaming but couldn't picture it for some reason. Putting it off, she turned to her clock and noticed it was 7:03 in the evening and frowned. Her new job always took place at night and she would always come back in the morning just in time to see Applebloom heading out for school with a smile on her face.

Thinking about her smiling sister made Applejack realize she never smiled anymore, at least not truthfully. There was nothing to really smile about anymore in her life. Putting the thought behind her she walked out of her room and to her bathroom for a shower to wake her up fully.

The house was quiet, save for the sound of dishes being washed and put away down stairs by Applebloom. In the background of the sound she was sure she heard the sound of Granny Smith rocking chair moving and heard nothing else. As Applejack stepped into the bathroom, she took off her robe and turned on her shower waiting for it to warm up. As she waited, she noticed her reflection in the mirror. She could see a few spots of dirt against her orange fur and a few knots in her long flowing mane. Right now it wasn't in it's usual pony tail style and it just laid softly against her shoulders and her back. Looking away from her reflection she hopped into the shower and got cleaned up.

The shower was relaxing and very soothing for her body. Surprisingly her shift from last night was very busy due to a party that took place which caused her to fall asleep before she could shower before bed. As she grabbed the soap and lathered up her fur, the soothing scent of the soap slowly made her body more presentable for work and her mind more at ease. She didnt take long in the shower considering her distance to Ponyville took a bit of time and she didnt want to be late. After drying off, pony tailing up her hair and tail, she went back to her room and put on her old red work shirt and a pair of blue jeans, and her brown straw hat from on top of her dresser, and she went to her staircase.

As Applejack adjusted her hat and descended down stairs into the living room, her heart sank at a familiar sight she saw each day since they got beaten. There was Granny Smith, sitting in her old rocking chair rocking back and forth as she stared at her once beloved apple trees that once operated with the stamina and strength of a pony, now run by the jaws of a machine. As Applejack walked behind her she stared out the window with sadness in her eyes as she watched the large machines operated by simple colts who only had to pull a few levers and somehow got by on the bits they made from it, suck the apples off each tree, and once they were filled, they would drive down the long dirt road and back to the factory to empty and repeat the process.

“Granny, I’m heading to work for the night. Make you get some proper rest tonight. Big mac should be home in a few hours and I'll make sure Applebloom finishes her chores for the day.” Applejack said as she leaned into her granny`s hair and gave her head a soft kiss.

Granny Smith didn’t answer her back as she continued to stare into her once precious fields with almost a dead look in her eyes. Applejack felt saddened as she knew she wouldn’t answer back but still hoped she would. Knowing she wouldn`t get an answer from her, she walked toward the kitchen to see her little sister.

"Heya sis, I'm heading out for work now. You almost done your chores?" Applejack said as she walked into the kitchen and noticed Applebloom standing on a small stool so she could reach the sink.

"Almost! I just gotta finish this up and I'll be done!" Applebloom said with a bit of joy in her voice as she continued to clean.

"Alright! I'll see you in the morning before you go to school. Does your big sister get a hug before she leaves?" Applejack said putting on a small smile and opened her arms so her sister would hug her.

"Alright!" Applebloom said as she hopped off the stool and ran to hug her sister.

Applejack could feel the hot water touch the back of her shirt, making her a bit wet but she didn't care.

"Have fun at work alright?" Applebloom said hoping to cheer her sister up a bit more but sadly it did the opposite to her.

"I...I'll try to..." Applejack said suddenly remembering it was Wednesday.

Both of them let go of each other and Applejack walked for the door. Adjusting her hat, Applejack walked out the door and left for Ponyville`s Frosty Mug. As she wandered into town her mind started to recall the first months after losing everything and more about Granny Smith.

Ever since they got beat in the apple cider bet with Flim and Flam back a few apple cider seasons ago, her will died out completely. A recipe crafted by her to make the cider with love and care didn’t matter no more. Before only the best apples were used to produce the cider but now it didn’t matter if the apple was half rotten or eaten. The machines would suck it up and get sent away to be turned into cider, and those accursed machines somehow made them consumable.

Love and integrity meant nothing to Flim and Flam, and neither did it mean anything to anyone else in Ponyville. As long as everyone got their cider, they were happy, even if it didn`t taste as good as the original recipe. Ever since the factory was built, the supply of cider had been steady and profitable, but thanks to a fast one pulled over at the contract signing, Applejack’s family was only to get 2.5% of all sales in ponyville instead of the promised 25%. Applejack knew it was her fault for not catching the small decimal but those fancy mathematics were always her worst enemy in the world.

Both the brothers were nice enough to let them stay in there barn house but on top of being swindled like they were, they also had to pay rental fees for their home, considering they had to fork over the land deed as well. 1000 bits a month was the minimum they were told to pay. If they were ever short they would get kicked out of their home and watch the place get torn down so more apple trees could be planted. Even though they only got 2.5%, it was still 400 bits they didn’t have to worry about paying and had to rally on both Big Mac and Applejack to make up the lather.

Big Mac`s job was ironically, working for the 2 men that screwed them over in the factory to be a simple barrel hurler, making sure the cider was nicely piled up and ready for sale each day. A few days he would come home reeking of cider that toppled over and drenched him. So many times he came close to losing to job from his blunders and soon enough he would have to find another if his bad luck stayed with him. If that happened then Applejack would be the sole provider for her family at that point, and quite frankly, she was worried she would have to take more…side jobs at the bar.

As she walked through the town, people greeted her like they normally would, all smiles and kind gestures. Applejack would just put on a fake smile just to greet them and continued along until she reached her destination. In front of her stood a rather run down building with a big hanging sign above the door with the words THE FROSTY MUG in big glowing red letters with the neon light fixture of a mug of cider next to it, blinking off and on. At the corner of her eye she noticed one sleeping brown earth pony resting against the wall in his own vomit. Ignoring the passed out fool, she opened the door and entered.

As she entered the building about 3 sets of eyes locked onto her. 1 being from the bar man Frosty himself and the other set begging to a pair of ponies both being Pegasi. Both men eyed her body and started mumbling to themselves and Applejack was pretty sure they were thinking about lustful intentions with her body. With a loud hmph she jerked her vision directly at him and they quickly hushed up and looked away. For the first time in the day, she actually smiled for real for a second before returning to her frown and started to walk for the changing room. As she entered, she saw one of the other workers getting undressed and ready to leave.

“Oh? You’re working tonight? Sometimes I wish I had your night shifts.” The minty unicorn named Lyra said to her.

Lyra was another mare who got a job at the bar but rather she just performed for an audience. Her skills with the lyre always seemed to work wonders with a drunken audience, and though she had an eccentric personality, she would always turn into a calm and soothful mare when on stage. Though she was usually a bit more energetic, Lyra sounded a bit depressed.

“I take it you just had a show?” Applejack said as she walked to the closet for her work uniform.

“Yeah, but the turnout was very poor. I swear I had only 7 tables today, and know I would have more if Frosty would put me on night shifts for once.” Lyra said with a depressed sigh as she removed her soft purple satin dress and changed into her street clothes which consisted of a pair of blue jeans and a white tanktop.

Applejack was always perplexed by the way she dressed. She has the body of a slender figure that would no doubt have men swooning after her but she choose to cover herself up to be less appealing, but Applejack knew she had a girlfriend she was living with and was just being a good girlfriend and pushing any male interest away. She always wondered how those two met.

“He’ll give you night performances soon. I heard Octavia actually wants to switch to days considering her roommate seems to keep her up when she needs sleep.” Applejack said in hopes it would perk her up.

“R-really!? You mean I’ll get to perform in front of more people!?” Lyra said as her eccentric personality almost appeared like Pinkie would at sometimes.

“Y-yeah, I overheard Octavia talking to him the other night and I think in a few nights you’ll get a night shift.” Applejack said as she stepped back a bit from her.

“This is awesome! I get to spend more time with Bon-Bon rather than just going home and falling asleep. Oh my gosh! Maybe we can try to have fun in the shower and…”

“Wah there gal. Don’t go spewing more thoughts then you have to!” Applejack said not wanting to hear about her sexual endeavors with her lover.

“Oh! Sorry about that AJ. I uh…kinda do that when I get a bit excited…” Lyra replied returning to her calm self and started to blush.

“Don’t worry about…So. I suggest you stop gawking and get home to your gal before she gets worried.” Applejack said as she walked beside her and gave her a soft nudge in the shoulder.

“You're right I should!” Lyra replied as she quickly folded up her dress and ran out the door.

Applejack just sighed happily and went back to the closet to change. As she grabbed her work outfit, her brief smile died away as she looked at the dress. The design of it was slutty and nearly depriving in a way. The bottom half of the dress came with a separate skirt for those who wanted to get it off rather quickly for…certain…needs and a pair of light purple panties that looked liked Rarity made it. In fact she was sure she made the uniforms, considering the panties were actually edible yet somehow washable at the same time. She knew Rarity had a knack for making interesting clothing but this was surely the highest (or maybe even the lowest) point of it all.

Putting her thoughts to the side she put the corset on and made sure her firm breasts were nice and snug against the cups that kept them devilishly hidden and she grabbed the panties unclipping the small button in the back so her tail would hope it up in the back. She quickly grabbed the stockings in the corner she nearly forgot and slipped them on her legs. After that was done she sat down at the large makeup counter and took the the band that held her ponytail in place and took it off along with her hat, letting her long and flowing hair be free. After giving her hair a shake and a small tussle, she put her hat back on her head and opened one of the drawers to grab a small purple neck ribbon and quickly laced it up.

Finally she was done and stared silently in the mirror that the girl she had the mispleasure of becoming. For what seemed like hours, she stared at her reflection without a word until she took a deep breath and put her game face on. Making sure everything was good for presentation, she walked out of the room and noticed the bar was filling up a bit more. With a half hearted smile, she walked to the newcomers and started to serve them faithfully.

A few short hours had passed and the bar was starting to look the way in did when she got there. It was a Wednesday night meaning not lots of men were out about wanting to drink save for a few of them and one of the local drunken mares named Berry Punch. Applejack hoped for a simple night of just serving the patrons their ciders, but the sound of the front door opening and a quick turn of her neck told her otherwise.

As she took in the new customer she frowned at the sight of him. It was indeed the last colt she wanted to see. His extremely dull gold coat was littered with green splotches of Celestia knew what, and his dark brown and very dirty mane covered his dull brown eyes. In his hand he held a large bag of bits signaling he was indeed there for her. Applejack knew him as Pigpen and her nose could already pick up his filthy smell. He was a simple well-built earth colt who worked in the waste management section in the cider factory she always had the displeasure of looking at in the mornings.

As his head surveyed the large bar room, his neutral expression changed to a small smile as his line of sight caught the main reason for him to visit the bar. Without missing a beat he beckoned her toward the male bathrooms for their standard arrangements and walked to the bar for a drink. Applejack grunted with displeasure and turned to the white earth colt behind the counter named Frosty.

“Heading for the little gals room.” Applejack said in a displeased tone.

Frosty wasn’t stupid. He knew what she was doing on the side for money. He tried to help her by giving her extra hours and such but it was always short what she needed. With a nod of his head, Applejack turned for the bathrooms and walked toward and saw Pigpen at the corner of her eye walking toward the bar. Just before she got out of ear range she heard his voice asking for 4 shots of hard cider. Applejack sighed knowing it was going to be a long night for her.

For a few minutes she stood leaning against the wall, grudgingly waiting for her suitor to…grace her with his presence. And before long, he appeared in the narrow hallway and walked toward her with a lot of confidence and little of alcohol in his steps. He stopped about 5 feet from her and copied her stance of leaning on the wall.

“Shall we?” He said with a smirk on his face.

Applejack remained silent and just turned for the door and opened it. As Applejack walked into the bathroom she didn’t notice that he had grabbed an out of order sign from a nearby stall and stuck it to the front door to prevent any unwanted guests from approaching. The bathroom was just as dirty as always. The room reeked of piss and shit and garbage littered the floor like it hadn’t been clean last night. In fact, she knew it hadn’t been clean last night as well, considering there was a bachelor party for the cleaner of all places. The garbage can was overflowing with junk and flies buzzed around it looking to feed upon it. With a disappointed sigh, she took her place near the same part of the wall he always told her to stand.

Applejack walked to the corner near the large heater and leaned back against the wall to see him standing at the entrance just eying her. Both of them stayed silent as he started to walk to her and when he was close enough, he leaned his body into hers.

“Shall we just take off the outfit or should I warm you up a bit?” The colt said in a raspy voice that sounded like he smoked from a pipe all his life.

As his grimy hand rubbed against her cheek she looked away with disgust. She hated the way he talked to her and used her body for his own greedy needs. She felt even more disgusted as he moved his face close to hers as if waiting for an answer.

“I don’t care.” Applejack said feeling disgusted as his foul and dank breath ran across her face.

His breath reeked of half-ass produced cider and the scent of old cigars, along with manure, caused Applejacks stomach to twist into knots. She was starting to wonder how someone like him worked in the factory at all, but knew the factory owners Flim and Flam didn’t care for any sanitary rules.

“I’ll warm you up a bit.” He said with a smile on his face as he pressed his dirty hand against her soft stomach and moved it upwards under her pink dress and to her breasts.

Applejack closed her eyes as she felt his grimy hand start to grope her right, firm breast, squeezing it in a way that showed how perverted he was. He was relatively calm and collected for a simple pervert. His hand moved in one motion of squeezing her breast and then letting his hand slide forward to her nipple and giving it a slight pinch. Applejack kept her face stoic as best as she could and refused to let him get her going.

“Not aroused are we? Maybe I should try a bit harder…” He whispered with a hint of malice in his voice as he moved his hands down to her pink skirt and pulled it down to her ankles which caused her bright, purple laced work panties to be shown, which in turn, made his mouth water as he turned his gaze downward.

Applejack didn’t answer him and just looked the other way as she felt his cold hand slither into her panties and felt his fingers run against her slit. Applejack had to hold everything back from punching him in the face as she felt his greasy tongue run against the side of her neck, and the tip of his fingers trying to simulate her nethers but to no avail.

She didn’t understand why he always picked her from the rest of the girls in the bar. Most of the girls that also took side jobs were more beautiful than her, and even enjoyed the company of their paying mates. It could have been the fact that she was reluctant every time with him that made him always want to come back to her. Maybe it was because the rest of the colts in the town were too afraid to approach her. Most of the men in the town were cowards when faced against Applejack. Her strength was known by all of them and knew she had a temper to back it up. Even the ones who were drunk enough to try and get her services where always met with an ice cold glare that about 95% of the time sobered them right up, while the other 4% were too drunk to even know what they said to her in the first place. Pigpen was the 1% that Applejack hated and…feared.

Fear.

Applejack, as known to everyone in town was the most dependable and strong willed girl in the town, and even though she may have lost some of her power, lots of the men still feared her temper, but not Pigpen. He wasn’t scared of her for some reason. He was like her brother in a way. He didn’t look that smart but he could read Applejack very well. In fact he read her too well for her taste. He saw pass the barriers she put up and unlike the other men, he could pass through them with ease. Applejack feared him for that, and her mind always was filled with thoughts if one day he snapped and hurt her. If she had one bad day and got lashed out by him during his paid time then all the colts in the town would see she just a regular girl that cried like the rest.

A sharp pain in her nethers brought her mind back to what was happening to her and she noticed her breathing was slowly picking up as he continued to finger her, rather quickly at that. Most of the time he was slow and methodical in his time but today he seemed a bit more quick in his movements.

“Ah there we go. Getting a bit more wet finally…Let’s see if I can keep going…” He said as wet fingering sounds started to finally be heard.

Eager to keep going further he pulled his hand out of her panties and started to shift his position. Applejack just watched as he lowered his body so his face was adjacent with the front of her panties and her body tensed up as he grab the sides of it and slowly pull them down, causing the button above her tail to pop out and fall to her ankles. Applejack felt her face blush as she noticed him eying her pussy like a timberwolf would eye it's trapped prey.

Applejack felt his wet finger go back into her pussy while he brought his face to it and started to lick the top part of her slit. Even though she couldn’t see his eyes under his rat nest of a mane, she knew he was looking at her, loving it. The only response he gave was a small laugh and he resumed his enjoyment.

“Lift your leg up onto the heater.” He ordered at her wanting to go deeper with his tongue.

Applejack obeyed and lifted her left leg onto the heater and he instantly moved more under her to get more of her. The way he ate her out was like a pig eating out of a trough. For him Applejack had the sweet, sweet taste of apples. While he worked with apples all day, he always loved having extra money to come to the bar and enjoy an apple only he could enjoy as much as he wanted.

“I bet you love this don’t you…” He said as he pulled his tongue away and looked at her while licking the sweet nectar off his lips.

“My dog does a better job pleasuring me then you do.” Applejack said against her better judgement.

“How about you put that smart mouth of yours to better work then?” He said to her slightly annoyed by her previous comment and began to rise back up to eye level with her.

Applejack wanted to spit in his face but knew he could easily make her lose her job and even get a slap to her face. After all, what could is a pony who used to kick trees for a living going to do instead? She had to use the influence of her friend Rarity to get her the job at the bar. It was thanks to her…ladylike charms that she was able to convince the bar owner to let her work in the bar in the first place.

Applejack even began to wonder if she knew about the side jobs the waitresses had to work for extra bits, and if so why would she have not told her about it before she started. She knew Rarity was a good friend to her and couldn’t have known she would be degraded to this level from where she was.

“I’m getting impatient…” The colt snarled at her as he tugged at his belt, wanting to get his money worth.

“Don’t get your mane in a ruffle, I’m getting to it.” Applejack said as she was broken off for her thoughts by her waiting patron.

As Applejack went to her knees, the colts’ angry look changed into a sick grin as he let out a small chuckle. Applejack quickly moved her hands to his belt and unbuckled it to simply get the job over and done with so she could get back to serving drinks for the rest of the night. As his belt came loose and the seams of his pants went down, Applejack’s face twisted into more disgust as his vile scent filled her nose. Applejack was used to strong smells back when she worked on the farm, but his erect member had the worst smell of all. It smelled unclean and dirty and even looked like cider gunk was stuck on it. She could tell it hadn't been washed in weeks or even months.. That combined with his musk almost caused her to throw up on the spot.

“As you can see I’ve had a really rough day. Working all day in the cider factory can be a rather dirty and sweaty job. Sadly I didn’t even get to shower once I was done since I knew you would give it a thorough cleaning.” He said to her as her eyes looked up and she saw that smug grin on his face.

She wanted to punch him in the nuts so badly but she knew her work came before her pride. She knew he never showered and wondered how he masked his smell like he did so no one would pester him to clean up. Summoning up all her will, she opened her mouth and leaned forward to please him. As she got her lips around it, the foul smell almost became unbearable to take. She only took in the head of it, while providing him with soft bobs. She could easily bite it off of him but knew nothing good would come of it and simply did her job.

Not satisfied by her small bobs he grabbed her hands and pinned them against the wall, and started to thrust his member into her throat. Applejack turned her eyes upward and could get a weak glimpse of his eyes through both his ragged mane and hers. She could still see that lustful look in his eyes signaling he was far from over with her.

Applejack just closes her eyes and let her throat take the punishment it was taking, hoping he would finish up and be done for the day. Her gag reflex had to be suppressed as he went deeper and deeper until his balls where slapping against her chin. The sounds of the sweaty balls slaps and his grunting signaled he was enjoying his power over her the way that he should. To further prove his power he pulled his member out, let go of one of her hands, grabbed his dick, and started to slap the end of it at her cheek.

"Just finish up alread-mmph!!" Applejack said getting really annoyed as he kept slapping her cheek but got cut off as he rammed himself back into her.

"Your turn to do the work." He said as he let go of her other hand and stopped moving his body.

Applejack took a second to figure out what he wanted and then knew she had to get him off. Giving him a nasty glare she began to take the member in her mouth of her own free will, Hoping to get him off quickly she wrapped her right hand around his dick and began to stroke it in times with her head motions. She heard him let of a deep sigh and went faster much to her disgust. She hated having to pander to his needs and secretly hoped he would die in a factory explosion just so she could get a break from him.

"Let me see those green eyes." He said as he flipped back his ragged mane to get a better look at her face.

As Applejack continued to work, she turned her pupils upward and saw his eyes more clear then anything. They were a brown color and she could notice that they were a bit red around the edges. As she forced herself to look at his face, she could see almost no compassion or regret in his face.

After what seemed like hours, he began to rock his hips forward signaling his climax was raising. Disregarding her favorite possession, he grabbed g her hat and tossed it to the side so he could get a handful of her mane. This was the worst part of all of it for her. She hated when he tossed her hat away like common garbage. To Applejack that hat had more value then he would ever have in his life. She wanted to grab it and hold it close but sadly it was out of reach, and just refocused on him.

She could never brace herself for his climax. His speed or body never changed speeds and the sick taste would always come as a surprise. As he came in her mouth he held her head in place so she would have no choice but to swallow his seed along with her pride.

"I think you know what I want next..." He said as he stopped violating her throat and let go of her mane to pull his member away.

Applejack coughed and spit out the sick seed that he pumped into her throat and only got more mad as she notice his member was still hard from it. She was hoping the blowjob would have been enough but sadly it wasn't. Applejack knew what came next and slowly took her time getting back up and walking to a nearby garbage can and leaned over it exposing her backside to him while looking away. She just hoped it would be over quickly so she could get her bits and get back to work properly.

Applejack felt his hands start to grope her ass again and she tensed up. She could feel him squeezing her cheeks hard and spreading them wide enough so he could see her tail hole. She only winced further as she felt his nasty breath beating against it and she could feel his nose brush gently against to it to smell her ass.

"Mhmmm...I love that smell..." He said as he wetted his lips for more action.

Before Applejack could protest in a way, she felt that same tongue lick at her rear like a filly would lick at a candy cane. Her whole body shuddered with a mix of disgust and little pleasure as she felt his tongue start to circle around her hole, making her quietly gasp and fidget in place. Content with his mouth where it was, he gently pushed Applejack legs further apart so he had more room to sample her ass. Her legs started to feel like jello and she could barely stand as his tongue went deep inside and started to twist his tongue like he was trying to pick something out. It was disgusting and revolting and it only got worst as he finally stopped and stood back up with his dick brushing against her tail hole in a way that showed he was taking his time at toying with her.

"Hurry up! I got customers to serve!" Applejack lashed out getting annoyed he was taking longer then he should have.

Without a word from him, he leaned his body into hers and slid his slick member into her ass very slowly. Applejack had to hold back her pleasureful cries as she felt her tender area getting violated. Her ass offered almost no resistance as he slippery dick went as deep as it could go. She could feel his body resting against her ass cheeks for a few seconds before he started to rock his body in a familiar fashion.

She hated getting hot from his repulsive actions. It sickened her that her body wanted it but she couldn't silence it. It didn't take her long to get aroused but it also didn't take him long to finish off for a second time in her. It would only last for a few minutes for him since he knew she loved it up the ass. He didn't care for her not being able to get off and only cared for his pleasure.

"Ahhhh, you're always worth the time...I left the bits with Frosty for you. 100 bits like we agreed on. I'll see you again on Friday..." He grunted as he hit his final climax and sent a few splurts of jizz into her ass, while relaxing against her body.

Applejacks breathing was fast and erratic and she was very annoyed. It was always like this for her, when she was soo close to climaxing but he would always hit his first, making her have to finish herself off in a stall. She knew she couldn't walk around the bar in the heat of the moment. The other colts would catch wind of it and would no doubt get more frisky with her. One colt was enough to deal with and as much as she wanted the extra bits, she refrained.

Applejack said nothing and just stared red faced at the sink. Taking the silence as her answer he pulled himself out of her and pulled up his pants. As he walked to the door, Applejack held her ass as she felt a tinge of pain run through it along with his seed slipping out of her and to the ground below.

As he finally left, she stared at her reflection in the mirror feeling nothing but disgust for herself and punched the mirror in a rush of rage causing the glass to crack but not shattering and falling to the floor. Again she looked at the same spot only to see many small reflections of herself and felt a numb feeling in her hand. Still holding on to herself, she grabbed her panties and took them off from around her ankle and headed to a nearby stall to relive herself privately.

Before she would have hated the thought of fingering herself in a dirty bathroom stall but she knew she had to keep a good image. After she would finish herself off, she would head to the change room and properly freshen up and resume her job as a bar maiden. She never told anyone about her side job with Pigpen, not even her close friends in fear they would think less of her. Some nights she wanted to ask her friends for help but her stubbornness and her pride made her want to figure it out herself. Why should she tell them about how she makes extra bits to support her family? Even though she hated it, she did it everyday Pigpen showed up.

Today was just another work day for her, and just another bit needed to live under a roof.