8 - Epilogue

If it hadn't been for Emily, Holly would have been late for her second day of work as a milkmaid, which would probably not have impressed her employers much.

Natalie, who's next shift was not scheduled to start for another twelve hours, got to sleep in, which made Holly very jealous. Both Emily and Holly had awakened late, and had time for only a brief, cleansing splash of a shower together before they had to dash, quite literally, to work.

Panting, Holly had arrived at her room, 402, with just moments to spare.

The large male she and Natalie had trimmed the day before had been replaced; a new man was bound in his former position at the second horse in the first row.

Holly looked around the room for a few moments, taking in the view of all the men, securely bound, awaiting her touch.

Her men.

Holly shucked off her clothes, stripping completely nude. After the previous night, she thought that she would probably never have any hang-ups about nudity ever again.

She stepped over to the tablet by the door, removing it from its charger and waking it up. Quickly, she flipped through each man's chart, scanning them closely for what she wanted.

Holly found it near the middle of the stack: the man who now had the lowest daily total production numbers. She traced the line of his chart with her finger, estimating when he might fall below the red line.

Next week. Perhaps as early as the end of this week, but more probably next week, Holly thought. She looked up from the tablet, finding his location within the room.

A moment later, she stood behind him, eyeing his dangling manhood critically. It was smaller, much smaller, than the set she had so enjoyed the previous evening.

But still, the cock and balls before her looked tasty, and her empty stomach rumbled at the sight of them. Recalling Natalie's advice the previous day, Holly knelt down behind the man, ducked her head low, and took his member in her hand. She angled the stiffening penis back towards her open mouth, and began to vigorously stroke it.

She might not be able to have his meat on her plate until next week, but that didn't mean Holly couldn't get a preview on how he might taste right now. Her tummy rumbled again, in approval of the idea, it seemed, and her mouth began to water in anticipation.

"Come on, boy. Give me everything you've got." she whispered, as the man began to moan and writhe. "I'm hungry, and I've got a lot of guys to get to and a lot of jugs to fill today. Don't keep me waiting."

As the first splash of semen hit her waiting tongue, Holly realized something.

She was going to simply love her new job.

END