Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: calylia Title: S3 Part: Chapter 3 Universe: Lemonade Paradise Summary: the slow and consensual corruption of a conservative country girl to be a sex worker. Keywords: humil, voy, ws Created: 11/23/2003 Last Modified: 12/07/2003 (v0.2) This story contains adult material. if you're under legal age where you live, or you are offended by materials that alludes to sex and sexual practices, you should stop reading before the dotted line below ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyrights and Information The story, and the characters here in this story is purely fictional; any similarity to actual persons and/or events are strictly coincidental. If you would like to borrow one of the characters from Lemonade Paradise to work with, please contact me first. 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Not only did she have to clean his cum from the glass display down in the basement, she was just scolded earlier this evening by her boss for coming to work late a mere five minutes. She would not have been late if not for her roomate, Tricia, who was masturbating with a pair of Patti's in her mouth, hogged the washroom until she was finished. Patti did not know all these events to the exact detail, per se, but she knew that she was having a bad evening. I can't wait to get out of here, she thought as she looked at her watch, only seven more hours to go. Her shift started from 5pm to 1am. Sighing to herself, she returned to the cash counter. Patt felt fustrated and helpless. She had not expected the working conditions to be so poor. When she first met Mr. Davis, she knew that he would be a tough and strict manager. She thought she could handle it; after all, her mother was the strictist person she knew. She still is. It was just that while her mother was heavy in the strict department, Mr. Davis was generous in egoism and sadism. But I can't afford to lose this job, Patti thought gloomily, i need the money to pay the rent. "That'll be two rental coupons please," Patti forced herself to smile. The young mother and her little daughter looked so happy renting the lateset children's movie, she was able to forget about her troubles for a while. "Mommy," the young girl tugged the sleeve of her mother's shirt, "pick me up!" "Now, dear," the mother replied, "I've held you for the trip here. Can you walk for mommy? Just for a little while?" The little girl was wearing the most adorable pink dress, Patti thought to herself, with pink ribbons and lacey frills. She thought back about her own childhood clothing; wisps of plain, unadorned cotton that cling to her on winter nights. "Mommy," the little girl tugged more urgently, "I've got to go!" "Oh dear," the mother instinctively picked up her daughter. Looking at Patti with an apologetic look, she asked Patti whether there was a washroom in the store. "I'm really sorry to trouble you, but my daughter still has trouble with potty training. Can you believe that? Is there a washroom in the store?" Patti was reluctant to say. Mr. Davis specifically instructed that the washroom was for employee use only. (What he really means is that it is for his own, personal use only.) On the other hand, seeing the pleading look in the poor mother's face, and the little girl's almost desperate squirming, she decided to take the chance. "You can leave your packages here," Patti urged with a beckon of her hand, "and I'll take you to the washroom in the back." Turning her attention back to the monitors, she scanned quickly through the monitors. The monitors by the cash register provided a window into all parts of the store. She just wanted to make sure there was no one else in the washroom. As luck would have it, Mr. Davis was still in the washroom doing his business. "Sorry Ma'am," Patti was apologetic, "there is someone in the washroom right now. If you can wait a bit, perhaps it will be free soon." The little girl nodded mutely, trying not to be be too much trouble. They hurried to the back. Patti politely knocked on the door. "Mr. Davis, sir?" "What is it?" came the snarled reply, "don't you realize I'm in the middle of something important right now?" "I'm sorry, sir," Patti apologized, trying to think of a delicate way of describing the situation, "but a little girl here is in desperate need of the facilities." "So?" Mr. Davis was not impressed, "didn't I tell you that this washroom is for employees only? Tell them to go elsewhere." Patti looked apologeticallyat the young mother. The little girl, on the other hand, became frightened at the sound of this faceless voice. "Mommy," the little girl said in a tiny voice, holding out her hands to her mother in hopes that she would pick her up. "Oh, come here, darling," the mother gingerly picked up her daughter, cradling her in her arms. "It's okay miss," the mother continued, "we'll just go to the store next door and try ..." The sentence trailed off as her face contorted into a strange look of concentration. "Ma'am?" Patti instinctively reached out her hands to support the other woman, "are you alright?" "Please ...." came her gasping reply, "hold my daughter ..,." Patti held the daughter in her arms and watched helplessly as the woman clutched at her stomach with both hands. "Ma'am? Are you alright?" "I'm fine," the mother forced a smile, "I just have a bladder condition that ... Oh my goodness, this is so embarassing ... do you suppose you could get your friend to open up?" Seeing her mother so distressed, her daughter started wriggling around in Patti's arms. "Sir?" Patti tried the door again. After a long pause and a sigh, Mr. Davis finally replied. "Okay, okay, I'm coming out ..." The door finally opened, but it was too late. The first thing Mr. Davis saw when he got out was the young mother in distress. She was close to the final stages of desperation now; she held both hands between her legs, and her face flushed with shame. The tight professional skirt that she wore began to darken as she could no longer hold back. Streams of urine ran freely down her legs, leaving behind sparkling trails. So stunned was Mr. Davis, the young mother had to push him out of the way. Not caring who saw what, the young mother pulled up her drenched skirt, pulled down her panties, and squatted above the toilet seat, watching with relief as the golden liquid hit the waters benath. Conscious of the woman's dignity, Patti pulled Mr. Davis out of sight and closed the door. Mr. Davis looked angrily at Patti. "What did you do that for?" Patti looked at Mr. Davis incredulously. It was hard to imagine that this sort of a man exists in the modern world. She always suspected that Mr. Davis was a pervert; she just did not know how much of a pervert he really was.. "We should give the woman some privacy, sir." Patti replied. "I'm going back to the cash," Mr. Davis grunted, "since you decided to leave it unattended again. Clean up this mess and come back out, you hear me?" Mr. Davis pointed a finger at Patti, "one more screw up and you're fired!" The daughter, frightened by the sudden appearnace of the loud stranger, became agitated and disquiet. "I want my mommy!" she cried. "There there," Patti tried to soothe the poor child, "Mommy will be right out." "And keep that brat quiet, you hear me?" Mr. Davis shouted inches from the little girl. Unable to take the anger, the little girl bursted into tears. Patti looked at Mr. Davis in shock. Hasn't this man ever even interacted with children before? "Sir," Patti tried to keep an even voice, "I'll be able to keep her quiet if you stop shouting at her." "Don't you use that tone of voice with me, missy," Mr. Davis snapped back, "and hurry up and clean this up. I can't stay here forever. You've got ten minutes." Finally, he turned and went back to the front of the store. Ten minutes! That is not nearly enough time for Patti to finish cleaning up, even if the young mother came out of the washroom that instant. "Hush now," Patti patted the girl in her arms, tryin to calm down the child, "it's okay, the bad man's gone now." The girl, however, was too traumatized to keep quiet. She kept bawling outloud. "I want my mommy!" In an attempt to keep her quiet, Patti reajusted the girl in her arms and laid her head on her breasts, cooing and hoping to calm her down. In response, the little girl buried her head in Patti's chest, sobbing. Patti was aware of the sensations that the sobbing had on her body, even through her bra. Her nipples, enjoying the unwanted attention, hardened with each squirming of the little girl's face. Patti blushed. She tried to calm the girl down by brushing her hair. This shouldn't be happening, Patti thought, oh, be still girl! Patti wanted to say the words outloud, but was afraid to scare the girl even more. Her blouse was becoming wet with tears, and she could feel the warmth of the little girl's face on her chest. After what seemed like forever, the young mother finally came out. Hearing the door open, the little girl stood up in Patti arms and cried out. The young mother looked sheepishly at Patti. There was a large stain on her skirt, and she held her sodden panties in her hands. Her hair was dishevelled, and she looked tired after her ordeal. The little girl, excited to see her mother again, bounced up and down in Patti's arms, rubbing her body against her. Patti felt a warm flush start from her face and move its way down her body. What's happening to me? Patti thought to herself. "Have you been a good girl?" The mother asked her daughter. The daughter nodded her head affirmatively. "Well okay," her mother continued, "You stay with the nice lady while i get changed okay?" "I want mommy!" The little girl shoke her head., standing up and reaching out with both of her hands. "I want mommy!" The sudden shift of weight caused Patti to fall forward a bit, but not too much that she fell over. However, it was at that time that the little girl could no longer control hersellf. Patti felt warmth of the liquid leak out her pink underwear down her sleeves and into her blouse. "Oh dear," the young mother said as she saw what was going on, "here, let me take her." As she reached out with her hands, her daughter made another desperate attempt to leap out of Pattis arms. The exertion caued a stream to hit Patti in the chest. Finally, the mother took her daughter and went back into the washroom. Patti looked down at herself and sighed. She was drenched; her blouse was soaked with a yellowish tinge, and anyone could see the white cloth bra she was wearing today, down to the last stitch. The liquid had leaked down into her pants, and it looked as if Patti had an accident too. Thankfully, the last incident with the soda can has taught Patti an imporant lesson; never be unprepared for these "accidents". She had a spare change of clothing in the employee closet at all times. The problem was that there were no change rooms, or any other sort of privacy in the store, except for the washroom. The second problem was that the washroom was also the only source of water Patti could use for the mop. Patti sighed bitterly to herself. Her day was just getting worse and worse. "Miss?" Patti heard a knock on the door. "I'm sorry to bother you, but could you possibly get the packages I left at the counter? I have a change of clothes in there." "I'll go get them right away." Patti replied. She dreaded the walk back to the counter, but there was no other way to get the mother to leave the washroom. "What were you doing?"" Mr. Davis half yelled at her, "Were you moping the floor with your tits or something?" Patti winced at his choice of words; where she came from, everyone used polite language. "No sir," Patti replied, trying to keep this as brief as possible, "I'm just here to get the woman a change of clothes, sir." Patti was reaching over the counter to get the bags when a flahs on the monitors startled her. With a start, she realized that Mr. Davis rushed back to watch the whole thing on the monitors! Not only that, Patti thought with a flush of shame, Mr. Davis will be watching her change when she goes in the bathroom! "Stop your daydreaming," Mr. Davis said, leering at Patti, "and get back to work. You only have five minutes left. After that, I start docking your pay." What am I going to do? Patti thought,If she went back to change, then Mr. Davis would certainly see her. But if she doesn't change, then all the patrons will not only see her through her drenched blouse, but smell the stench of her urine soaked clothes. Unable to decide, Patti walked to the back of the store, her steps getting heavier with each step.