Counterfeit Rose

My mom constantly told me that I was prone to act without thinking before hand, and it would be the death of me. That always sounded hyperbolic, so I ignored it mostly. She might have been right about my tendency to go off half cocked so to speak. It was about to get me in trouble again.

“So, what name you going by today? Pollyanna, Polly, Pol?” asked my gamer buddy. “Your hair’s a mess, you know.”

“Get stuffed Jake,” I leveled at his reflection in the darkened video screen before the game re-spawned.

“Come on Pol. Lighten up already. It’s Saturday, we got nothing pressing going on, why don’t we go down to Riverside Street market? The street tacos are worth killing for.”

Pollyanna rolled her eyes. “You always think with your stomach! There’s too many people.”

“You know you wanna,” he cajoled, “I’ll buy you a churro.”

Dammit, that was below the belt. He knew it was nearly impossible to resist that fried confection. “Get stuffed Jake,” I added with less heat than from the previous time. Now if only I could figure out how to make it seem like my idea instead of his. Better to relent and deal with his good-natured teasing than to be in a huff all day long. “Fine. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Down at the Riverside Street market, the crowds were lighter than I expected. Perhaps it was the cloudy skies that brooded with the possibility of rain. That didn’t matter though. The slight hint of electricity in the air was kind of thrilling, like something was going to happen. Maybe destiny was shining down from the overcast heavens.

A fairly plain looking brunette walked by, eyeing the arts and crafts lined up throughout the vendor booths. Her wavy hair framed an ordinary face, and she carried herself with an easy grace. Any other time I’d probably have overlooked her, but there it was; the sort of smallish tattoo on the Rose’s face peeking between the drifting strands of the brunette’s coiffure. A rose tattoo and the barest hint of a QR code under the billowy sleeve of her linen tunic top with the loosely tied collar.

Roses, and this was the closest I’d ever been to one, were not supposed to hide or conceal their tattoos or QR codes. While that girl was not exactly hiding, she wasn’t flaunting either. My fortune from the Tax Relief Work Plan Lottery had landed me a full time job in a copy center at just enough above minimum wage for meager savings. It also allowed a tiny studio apartment at below market rent and decent insurance. The Civil Duty assigned, while arduous was not onerous and also provided me with a modicum of fresh air and exercise lest I get flabby and lazy moping around.

Despite myself, I’m drawn to the Rose. It wasn’t her beauty and it wasn’t a sexual attraction. The Rose seemed entirely oblivious to the potential for an impending state sponsored rape-fest, utterly unaffected by the huge possibility that she would likely be bent over and fucked against her will before leaving the market. Maybe I was reading more into the situation than there really was. Hopefully the Rose would be able to leave unmolested before I had to watch it happen.

“Hey Pol, why are you following the Rose?” Jake asked, breaking through my entranced state.

Turning, I glared daggers at Jake, wishing he had kept his fat mouth shut. Of course, Jake would have spotted the Rose. Of course, Jake would be as oblivious to the situation fraught with sexual danger as was the Rose. I was going to shush him and pray that nobody had heard. It was all for naught.

“A Rose? Where?” came from a man to the left, and then another.

Glancing back in the direction I’d last seen the poor girl, willing her to already be making an escape, she wasn’t. The Rose had stopped to look at another display, wind ruffling her sleeve as she reached out to touch something. The QR code flashed briefly to view.

“Oh, there! Stop her. Stop the Rose!”

Dread welled in my chest along with a feeling of guilt for having given away the Rose’s location with a stray glance. My sense of responsibility goaded me toward helping the Rose. I took half a dozen steps toward her, watching in horror as the girl was hoisted by the waist into the air as another man yanked the skirt straight from her hips. Nobody had yet scanned the QR code before they commenced man-handling her either.

In outrage I yelled out, “Hey! Stop that! That’s illegal! Somebody help her!”

Jake call out after me, “Pol, don’t do it,” though I scoffed.

I was running already, and made it as far as the crowd that was building around the Rose before my movement was impeded. The Rose was totally stripped by that point and still hadn’t been scanned to my knowledge and she was starting to moan as the man’s erection was slowly being pushed up into her, stretching her nether lips insistently as he pulled her hips down, legs dangling in the air.

The crowd around the Rose all had their phones out recording the spectacle, and made it impossible for me to enter the circle without shoving and pushing and straining. I was almost through when hands clamped down on my shoulders and a gruff voice commanded, “Stop interfering!”

“I’m not interfering, he didn’t scan her, that’s illegal, he can’t…”

“Okay, you asked for it. You’re getting marked for interference,” said the smirking hulk accosting me.

Struggling against my captor, still trying to get through to the Rose’s defense, I demanded, “Let me go Sasquatch!” That’s when fists wrapped up the back waist band of my jeans. I tried to make a grab for them but they were already sliding past my knees and I shrieked at the sudden exposure, many of the recording phones began turning my way.

This wasn’t my first pantsing in public; that was at my 19th birthday party. This time was different, it wasn’t happening because of a friendly dare. This time at least one or more of the crowd was about to use me. Zero to panic in a nano-second. I planted my feet in an effort to wrench my torso free, but my train of thought was derailed when I saw the look of bliss on the Rose’s face. It dumbfounded me, and set me up for what followed.

When my shirt and bra were hoisted over my head and used to tangle my wrists, I yelped and cried out, “Stop! Let me go! Don’t do this!” The futility of my pleas dawned on me when my feet were hauled up into the air by the pants around my ankles. “Help! Somebody, help me!” They stretched me out over a table display of cantaloupes. I cringed, because my nipples were already sore from my bra being wrenched over them, but they dropped me on top of the scratchy melons abrading my tender breasts.

The brute that held my wrists reached toward my face with a marker. Shaking my head only managed to avoid having me marked for so long until another hand held it still with a fist in my hair. I screeched as he marked me and whimpered as he handed the marker to the one behind me saying, “Here, mark each ass cheek as well.”

Was that Jake standing in my eyesight recording my plight on his phone? While my ass was savaged with a marker drawing a Capital I on each cheek, I begged, “Jake, help me! Do something please?”

“I tried to warn you Polly.”

A hand slid up my thigh and lifted as I squirmed while the thug removed one foot from my pants. The other leg followed in quick order. I felt an erection straining against my crotch, rough fabric of his pants the only thing between my sex and his. I gulped in air undecided between screaming and begging Jake to hurry. The fake shutter sounds from the phone cameras battered at my senses. My face felt hotter with each click.

Behind me I hear, “This one is prettier than your sister Dean, I’m going to fuck her.” But not only that, his fingers also started rubbing my slit and pinching and flicking making me jump further up the cantaloupe with each touch. Believe me when I say that the sound of a zipper behind while you are being restrained naked is the most dreadful sound ever heard. Okay, maybe the words I’m going to fuck her is worse.

“Please don’t do that,” started Jake, “I’m her boyfriend.”

That liar! I’m only your gamer buddy you dweeb, I thought. But, okay, if it keeps me from being a walk on part in a gang rape, by all means call me your girlfriend.

The one holding my wrists said, “Hold on a second. That’s fair. Go scan the Rose and then you can fuck her. And leave a big tip.”

Of course Jake was still recording with his phone, looking a bit indecisive. Somebody’s cock started smearing my clit with pre-cum, ratcheting my panic to overclock speeds. “For God’s sake do it Jake, and hurry! Go! Now!” My breasts hurt like they had road rash from trying to get away from the beast playing with my pussy, slapping my cheeks with his shaft and sliding it over my ass hole.

“Stop, stop, stop,” I begged again. Closing my eyes, wondering what the heck was taking Jake so long, I almost gave up hope of escaping being plowed. Opening them again, all that was visible was the Rose’s pelvis and hips and swollen clit as it was being stretched over cock. She moaned, panted for a short while then on the final stroke she squeaked and convulsed in orgasm while I watched.

As the flaccid cock shrank and abandoned her, she was set on the ground. Leaning against the table on which I was imprisoned her chest heaved as she caught her breath. Jake finally scanned the QR code on her rail thin sweaty arm.

“Took you long enough boyfriend. Just for that we’re going to spank her before you fuck her.”

The Rose leaned over, “Hi, you’re pretty. I’m sorry you got caught.”

The sudden sharp pain on my ass from the impact of the initial spank drove any reply out of my mind, “Ow, Ow, Ow, Stop, Shit! Ow, ow,” and I squealed or screamed with each impact after that. Somebody else lined up and plunged his dick into the Rose, at first timing each stroke with the one on my ass. By the time the beating on my butt was completed, all I could do was sob. In between sobs were grunts and huffing until one last groan and the feeling of some sticky goo landing in my ass crack.

“Okay boyfriend, you’re up. My friend left you some lube.”

Oh joy. My ex-gamer buddy was going to be using a stranger’s semen to lube up my slit. I supposed I should be thankful that it was only semen dripping across my bung hole. It was a real icky feeling when Jake scooped some semen off of my cheek and rubbed it between my labia, but I was exhausted and didn’t have the energy to protest.

He needn’t have been concerned for my virginity, it had disappeared a handful of years prior. I had also once considered having sex with Jake, but didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I suspected this was his fantasy, and Jake took his time inserting himself in me as though it was something to relish. At least he wasn’t going to be bouncing my tits off the cantaloupe much.

“Come on boyfriend. You gotta fuck her harder than that. Or do you need help? I can take over for you.”

Another voice was heard, “Yeah, fuck her harder for interfering!”

Jake mumbled, “Sorry Polly, but I’ve got to do this,” before he set his hands on my ass cheeks for railing me harder.

“Ow, ow, fuck, keep your hands off my ass! Shit that hurts!”

After shifting location of his hands, Jake grunted as he asked, “Is that better?” It sounded as if he was enjoying this way more than me, but Sausage Paws still had a hold of my wrists so the only thing I could do was pray my nipples would still be attached at the end.

“Un, un,” I grunted as Jake pumped my pussy. At least my pussy was finally starting to self lube, so Jake’s cock was sliding in and out a bit easier. I’d put aside any previous desire to do this with him, and wasn’t sure I’d want to be near him again for a bit after this.

It seemed like it would go on forever, that dick pushing in and pulling out. If only Jake had had PE. After several minutes, the people recording the spectacle of two women being fucked, wandered off one by one. When Jake finished and ejaculated his spunk in me with a final groan, my wrists were freed.

“I guess they are done with us now,” said the Rose as she leaned against the table for support. “I’m Amethyst… you can call me Amy. You’ve met my brother Dean. He’s the one that marked your face for interference.”

The air grew metaphorically heavy as though she was waiting for me to continue the conversation. All of her was rail thin, ribs could be counted. Amy’s face had an almost hawkish appearance. I licked my lips and braced on the cantaloupe and prepared to extract my mangled tits. Lifting my torso caused me to wince. As I surveyed my chest my tits were red, but not bloody thank heavens.

“Polly, I don’t see your clothes anywhere,” informed Jake.

“Shit!” My clothes, my ident card, and my phone all gone, likely never to return, and me with Capital I on my face and both my ass cheeks as well as Amy, a Rose in close proximity. “I’m fucked. I don’t have my apartment keys either.”

“Let me make it up to you Polly. Come to my duplex and you can have some of my clothes until you can get into your place. It’s not far from here, walking distance.”

“Can we get there without going through any more public areas Amy? Cause I’m not liking the idea of walking through a crowd marked for interference next to a Rose they can scan and then rape me again,” I said staring angrily at Jake.

“Technically, they can’t fuck you for interference,” she informed me, “my brother knows better.”

“What the hell? Jake?”

“I didn’t know! I’m sorry Polly. I was trying to protect you.”

“So, you raped me thinking you would protect me from being raped by them?”

“It might have been worse if he hadn’t. Dean and the guys almost always spank the ones that interfere, usually on the ass, but sometimes on the tits and pussy. One time they held some lady down after spanking her, gave her a cum bath and then a golden shower,” Amy detailed, “At least he’s your boyfriend.”

“That damn liar,” I pointed at Jake, “Is not my damn boyfriend! They didn’t even scan you before they started fucking you for crying out loud!” I yelled.

Amy looked bashfully at Jake then, completely focusing on the wrong thing, “Oh? Why not? He’s cute. I’d like it if he fucked me,” she grinned at him.

“Oh My God!”

“That’s the way Dean and his friends do it though. Dean’s always scanning the crowd looking for a twofer,” Amy continued.

I had a sneaky suspicion what it meant to be a twofer, “I’m going to file a report…”

“It won’t work. He’s in the complaint department. Any complaints that get filed on him or his friends disappear.”

I felt sick to my stomach then, doubled over right there and had a fit of dry heaves. It had been too long since breakfast, and Jake had not yet bought me a churro, so the only thing on my stomach was bile. While I retched, Jake’s semen came squeezing out of my folds and oozing down my leg. Eventually the bile came up and out. Surprisingly, nobody was recording this part of my humiliation. Maybe it just wasn’t sexy enough.

A hand touched my back as a gesture of comfort, but not being in the mood for comfort from him, “Don’t touch me Jake!”

Amy took my hand and pulled gently at my arm. “Come Polly, let’s get you cleaned up and clothed before my office hours start. I promise we’ll avoid high traffic areas. I’ve been doing this for 11 months around here, I know the traffic patterns well.”

At a loss for any other option, I let Amy lead me away from the Riverside Street market area, hopefully to some sort of refuge where I could wash and dress even though it was not my tiny studio apartment. Jake followed us, whether it was out of some misguided notion of where it would lead I had no idea. My mood was foul, to say the least, and with the stickiness of my crotch it was not going to be alleviated any time soon.

On our trek to Amy’s government provided 2 bedroom duplex apartment, my feet got sore since even my sandals were gone. I tried to avoid as much of the pavement as possible, but even grassy areas were sparse for part of the way. The Rose kept flirting with Jake and left me to concentrate on where to place my feet. True to her word, she led me out of the way of crowded areas, but I still flinched whenever I heard voices.

When we arrived, it didn’t matter that Amy had no key for her apartment. The door lock was keyed to her QR code. She explained that it was a new-fangled experimental biometric device, because a lot of Roses kept getting locked out of their apartments.

My place was so cheap, the management would likely never install something so convenient. No, I’d have had to present my naked self to the super. And I’d have to hope he’d decide to remember me instead of taking advantage of my vulnerability while begging to be let in or get a replacement key.

In her apartment, Amy showed me her room and her wardrobe. She picked out a tunic top like she lost in the market and a similar but darker color skirt. Setting them on the bed for me, “I’d offer you under garments too, but I don’t own them any more. They were always being torn off my body anyway. It’s easier wearing the loose fitting clothing. Sometimes, I even get it back when I’m done servicing them, or they let me just hike my skirt,” she confided as she smiled at me.

“So, this way to the bathroom,” where she led me to a luxuriously appointed full bathroom with a tub and a shower stall. “There are towels in the wardrobe there, and lotions in the cabinet, you’ll need those for your chest. It looks pretty chafed. Use as much hot water as you want, the tank is humongous.”

Amy retrieved two washcloths and handed one over. “Do you mind if I cleanup while you bathe? I’ll try to stay out of your way while I do.”

“No problem,” I replied. The shower stall looked big enough for 3 people. I was able to walk in and start the water without getting sprayed while the water warmed up. I adjusted the water to a cooler temp than normal, afraid that it would hurt my tits if it were warmer.

It did sting a bit, but I knew that they would feel better after washing the cantaloupe detritus off. The shower was so lovely it was beyond me to not enjoy it while it was available. Washing my hair was easier than in my dinky tub at home.

Amy was finished and gone by the time my skin started pruning from being in the water. I was almost feeling human again. With the water playing over my tits and running down my belly and soothing the soreness, I couldn’t help but think it would be wonderful to masturbate in here. Turning the water off anyway, it was time to get out and dry off.

Back in her bedroom, I tried on the blouse and skirt. They might have been loose fitting for Amy, but were not a bad fit for me being huskier and at least twenty pounds heavier. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind me borrowing her flip-flops. Her sandals would be too narrow and a bit short for me to strap on. I went out to the living area to ask her if it would be okay.

I found the two of them shagging away. Amy was riding Jake’s cock with a dreamy look on her face and rubbing her clit while he sat on her sofa underneath. His hands roamed over her flat chest, playing with her puffy nipples. If my lower jaw hadn’t been hinged to my face it would have bounced off the floor. She squeaked and shuddered in orgasm. Jake grunted and came not long after.

“Great!” I intoned.

Languidly Amy opened her half-lidded eyes looking quite pleased. “Hi,” she practically purred. “Your boy… uh, Jake scanned me in the market and didn’t get to use my services.”

“Yeah, I remember, because he was busy raping me instead,” I added crossly.

“I feel guilty that Dean made him scan me. Jake gave me a pretty decent tip as well, so I can service you too! I think I’ve gotten pretty good at licking pussy. Yours is so cute, I’m sure it would taste lovely,” she beamed.

“Uh, no thanks, I’m not bi, and I’m not curious.”

“I’m not either Polly, but it kind of goes with the territory. I’ve had to service quite a few women, and sometimes the women like to lick my pussy too.”

“How in the hell are you just so sanguine about all of it?”

“I’m having fun,” she assured, “when I was selected, Dean told me that being a Rose would be the only way I would get to have sex. So I’m making the most out of it. I’m going to have as much sex as I can!”

“You can’t be serious. The only way?”

“Polly, look at me. I’ve got pimples for tits compared to you, not much ass to speak of, I’m a plank with three holes to fuck. This is what I want. Becoming a Rose has been a dream come true.”

I stared speechlessly at Amy.

“Look, if you want the tip back,” Amy added, “I’ll transfer it out of my account. Just tell me where to send it, phone number or email. Or you could get a temp Rose sticker and I could tip you enough to make up for your trouble. The government would get the initial fee, but you can keep the tips.”

Jake responded, “I’m good, I don’t want my money back.”

“Of course,” I fumed, “Because you got to rape me and fuck her for the price of one fuck.”

“I’m sorry Polly, I’m sorry, I can’t undo what I’ve done. How can I make it up to you?”

“You can put your dick away for one dweeb, it’s already been out of your pants too much today. I’ll tell you later what you’re going to do for me, as soon as I think of it. You were supposed to buy me a churro, not stick me with your prick.”

Amy left Jake’s lap and took my hands in hers. “I’ve got plenty of food here, why don’t you stay and let me cook for you, please? Maybe after all of this we can be friends? I like you Polly, you’re tough.”

I was still perturbed with the whole chain of events, but it wasn’t in my nature to turn down a free meal. My meager earnings would not afford much but a basic diet with just enough calories to subsist, so I relented.

“I can’t stay long though, I need to go find my super to get another key for my apartment.”

“If you can’t get in your apartment, you can always come back here to stay the night,” Amy offered. “I’ve got a small bed in the back bedroom.”

Amy turned out to be a pretty good cook. The simple meal was tasty and filling. I helped her clean the dishes up after the meal while Jake played with his phone. He called out, “People have started loading video’s from the market now. The thumbnails make it look like about two-thirds are of Polly.”

“Damn! You’d better not upload any after what you did to me! Clear?”

Jake didn’t respond. It made me think he had already uploaded what he recorded, including his POV of his dick railing me with my spanked red ass cheeks bouncing on his hips.

When the doorbell rang, I startled. Amy looked at me and stated, “That’s either an early office hours customer or Dean is checking up on me. You better hide in the back bedroom while I answer the door.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice, and I hid as quick as I could get back there, into the back bedroom, and into the closet in that bedroom. I sat on my sore ass in the closet and prayed that if the door opened, Sasquatch would not be the one at the door.

Sitting there, what happened at the market started grating on my nerves. It made me furious. If he did open the door, I was going to scratch his eyes out. I got up on my knees and then into a squatting position ready to spring at his face. The bedroom light came on and then a gentle tap on the closet door. Amy called softly, “Polly?”

I uncoiled from my squat and opened the door slowly peeking out, my free hand shaped to a claw in case Dean was there too. Amy was alone. She held out my phone, keys, and ident card, but nothing else.

“Dean dropped these off with me in case you came over to my house. I didn’t tell him you were here though. I think he likes you too… said you were a pretty good sport about it all. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tries to call you after a while. Oh, and Jake went to get his car to give you a ride home.”

Speechlessly I took my stuff from her, not sure what to make of what she had just said, and damn sure not wanting to get a call from the one person who contrived to put me through this ordeal. This was a reminder of why I could not be a Rose’s friend, especially not this particular Rose. Amy might be a sweet happy go lucky girl, maybe even a good friend, but blood is thicker than water. Sooner or later, it would mean crossing paths with Dean again.

By the time Jake finally drove me home, the exhaustion of the day was seeping into my bones. My futon was looking mighty comfortable even though it was smaller than the bed in Amy’s back bedroom. Fluffing up my thin pillow to the best of my ability, I was asleep as soon as my head was on top of it.

It was midday Sunday before my eyes opened again. Groaning and moaning about my aches and pains, I staggered to my tiny fridge and pulled out a can of sugary cola, my one splurge a week. There was a small block of cheese left over from earlier in the week, just a couple of bites actually. I ate that and drank the cola and staggered back to bed and slept the rest of the day and night.

A weird dream woke me up. In my dream, it was like I had gone back in time about two and a half years. Again I was entered into the Lottery but for some reason, this time the Civil Duty I was assigned was to be a Rose. I was a popular Rose too, but I also wasn’t getting everything that I was due from doing my duty. Then in the dream, when I went into the office I got into an argument with Dean about how much the government was keeping from my earnings.

Out of the blue, he scanned me in the office and stripped me and was about to spank my ass when I woke up. My bed clothes were soaked from cold sweats. It really sucked as a nightmare, but it reminded me about videos being loaded to Rosewatch showing what had happened at the market.

My subconscious mind was probably trying to tell me something, but what it was escaped me at the moment. All I could do was get ready to go to work in a couple of hours. Mondays were usually pretty busy and this one was a typical Monday for a copy center girl.

It was near the end of the day and a customer brought in a print file for printing on sheets of label paper. It looked like it was for a class or something. There was a picture of a teddy bear and the words ‘Good Job!’ curled underneath. A hair brained idea fired off in my skull as I watched the 40 sheets print out.

Could a duplicate Rose sticker be created to print out? I thought some clear transfer paper could be had from somewhere, there were some catalogs that could be searched. The copy center had resources and online catalogs too.

A sharp rapping on the counter brought me back to my senses. The printer had finished and I was just standing there gaping at it. The customer said, “Hey girl, isn’t my job finished?”

“Oh, yes indeed. Sorry, just a sec,” and I grabbed the stack, placed it in a customer folder for safe keeping after delivery and took them over to the cash register.

But what could I do if I managed to copy one of the Rose stickers to sell? Without a QR code, all it would be is facial decoration. That’s it, I thought. I’d have to duplicate the QR code also. No, not duplicate, because that would just create a connection to the Rosewatch website.

I’d have to create a QR code that would link to my own website. I could code part of the website myself, but not all of it. I’d have to get help for the back end making it connect to either a pay service or my bank. Jake could also help to make it look like the official Rosewatch.com website, a spoof so close that nobody would be suspicious.

The spoof site would also have to allow people to find and/or upload videos. It would require web hosting. This hosting would make my idea expensive the more I thought about it. Where could I find financial backing? It wasn’t exactly something I could get a loan for. Aside from the fact that I had no collateral, a financial institution would frown upon the loan being used for something illegal.

Jake texted me, “Hey Pol, R U mad still?”

I ignored it. I still had work to do, and he was still on the shit list.

Later, he texted again, “Wanna game 2nite?”

Still working fuck stick was what I wanted to send, but I refrained. Let him stew for a while. I wasn’t ready to talk to him yet. I realized he would probably be who I needed to help me set up the spoof website, but the plan wasn’t fully formed at all just now.

After a while, as I was getting ready to head home from work, Jake sent another text, “I’m thinking about dating Amy.”

In the heat of the moment my fingers flew over the screen typing a response to all three messages, “Yes, no, go fuck your Rose.” It’s not that I was jealous of Amy, if he wanted to date her, no problem. But the memory of Saturday was still just a little bit raw in my mind. I backspaced until the text was just “Yes, No, Go!” and hit send.

Because of how messed up my weekend had been, there was no opportunity for me to get out to do any shopping. I had no concealer because it wasn’t normally needed. Thank the heavens nobody at work had asked me about the still visible mark on my face. First stop was at the bank to transfer a bit of my savings to checking so I could pay for some concealer.

Standing in front of the camera at the ATM was a painful reminder that my image was now out on Rosewatch.com website. It was also a distraction from mulling over how to finance my scheme. If there were a stable of rich hunky suitors following me around it would be in the news. Nope, finding the wherewithal to undertake getting rich taunted me like the chicken before the egg conundrum.

I went to the cosmetics aisle at the pharmacy, but since wearing concealer was new to me, I just grabbed three different brands and carried them to the cashier to get her opinion. She looked at the capital I on my face and a sympathetic look appeared on hers.

“Oh deary,” she started, “did you get rough treatment for that?”

“I hear the video is on Rosewatch already if you just really want to see it. Which of these is the best?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be prying. You’re braver than most people. Not many would try to stop a Rose performing her duty.”

Clearing my throat, I waited for an answer to my question.

“Okay, right, um, well the middle one is a little bit more expensive, but it contains moisturizer. That also means it will not last as long, so you’ll need to reapply frequently until your face is clear. Oh, and make sure you apply it to both cheeks or it will look like you are trying to hide something.”

“Right,” I said looking over the options again. One of the others was closer to my skin tone, but the moisturizer would probably work out better for me, so that’s the one I gave her to scan.

On my way home, my favorite street taco stand was open for business. Splurging a little bit seemed like the thing to do since yesterday was so light on calories. The Tijuana Special was my favorite taco with the handful of beef chunks braised in tequila, lime and cilantro. I would need the fuel for my deep dive info seek on Rosewatch.com website if it was to be spoofed.

Financing would take time, but that didn’t mean I should fritter away the rest of the time waiting until it was secured. I’d need to thoroughly inspect the website in order to duplicate it. Unfortunately, it would also mean seeing myself in the thumbnails of videos for sale. Amy thought I was tough, so I might as well act it and steeled myself for facing the inevitable.

While unlocking the door to my apartment, my phone chimed with a text message from an unknown number. When I was fully inside with the door locked behind me, I set my taco out and unwrapped it. Another text message arrived on my phone. Exasperated for the dinner interruption, it sat on the counter ignored for the time being.

Me and my taco had an unfinished date and no phone was going to get any attention until our date was done and my taco put to bed in my belly. By the time I finished eating, there were already as many messages as from earlier in the day because two more had arrived.

First message was from Amy, “Hey Polly, Amy here, Jake asked me out. Are you okay with that?”

Second message was from Jake, “Pol, askd Amy out... plz tell her ok, ok?”

Third was Amy, “Polly, if you want to talk to me about it, you can call me. I’ll wait until I hear from you.”

Before looking at Jake’s next text, I sent a response to Amy, “Date Jake, plz!”

Opening Jake’s next message, Amy’s popped up with, “Yippee! You’re the best Polly! Thank you so much!”

Jake’s next message was, “U there? No anser yet. Come over?”

Rolling my eyes, I just sent him back a text, “Not here, See Amy.”

The rest of my evening was spent browsing, studying the Rosewatch website until my eyelids were drooping. At that point I changed for bed, lay down on my futon and went to sleep. The next morning after using the concealer on my face, I went to work and put some thought into the ways to finance my endeavor. My parents didn’t have enough money to borrow. There had to be some other way to get it.

Over the next few days, while working to create the same functionality in my mock site I kept an eye on the popularity of the videos that featured me. I think one or more of my co-workers might have discovered those, but if they did, nobody actually mentioned it to me or asked about it. Maybe they couldn’t afford to pay to watch, like me.

Speaking about not being able to afford watching the videos of my humiliation, as if I really wanted to relive it, financing was still a problem. And then I wandered across the FAQ page at Rosewatch. Several of the questions answered were on the subject of temporary Roses. Amy had mentioned that. I supposed a temp Rose sticker was one way to get financing, I wasn’t sure I was ready to do that or anything like it again.

My website was almost ready for me to ask Jake for his help with the back end coding when I received a text message from him with a selfie he had taken with Amy on a date. No wonder he hadn’t texted me lately to talk about gaming. He was too busy chasing tail! Better Amy than me at least.

Then it occurred to me asking Jake for help meant he might figure out what I was doing, because he would need to see the website. He might blab about it to Amy, whose brother worked for the government. Then I was sure that her brother Dean would soon learn about it as well.

And also, the more I thought about it, I had no incentive to offer people to wear the fake QR codes. Passing along tip money would be risky, too easy to figure out where the money was coming from – my account. The temp Roses didn’t have any expectation of getting any of the money from wearing one, except for tips. Real Roses didn’t receive any money from their duties except for tips and royalties from the videos people would upload.

It might be easier to do if I just scale back my plans a bit and only set up my website as an API that would pass along payment from people scanning my fake QR code. And since I wouldn’t be able to talk anybody else into wearing my fakes, that left me. So here I was contemplating prostitution basically as a counterfeit Rose. The counterfeit would give me cover for it. But the money would be all mine. As long as people who paid for my sex got my sex, nobody should complain.

An hour after going to bed I woke up again, pulled my thin pillow over my head and yelled into it, “Shit, shit, shit, shit SHIT!” Jake is dating Amy the Rose. Even worse, if or rather when Dean finds out that Jake is seeing Amy, then he will probably think that made me available for dating. Ugh! My sleep was restless after that realization. Dean would complicate my scheme.

Eventually the mark on my cheek faded, but not my nightmares about the Lottery reassigning my civil duty as a Rose. Maybe I should go get a temp Rose and QR code to see if I really could be the counterfeit Rose I was arcing toward. It wasn’t like having sex was a problem for me. As long as I was aware it was going to happen ahead of time. No more free use for me.

I’d also have to start getting physicals more frequently. Hopefully I could avoid anybody with a really nasty disease. At least I could hide the QR with clothing until it was a safe area to reveal it. And I’d make sure removing the fake temp Rose stickers was easier if there was need to disappear.

If my planning was careful enough, I could stash my valuables somewhere close by while working. I would make sure there was extra clothing as well. Having the counterfeit Rose sticker on my face should help me avoid indecent exposure charges. And if there was an urgent need to get away from where I was the stash should help… as long as I could endure the fucking long enough to get away.

Now that all the details of my entrepreneurial venture were decided, one last test was called for – a trial run as a temp Rose. Could I handle the demand? I didn’t think there would be a lot of people who could afford to scan a Rose QR. Heck, I didn’t think Jake had the money for it until that day in the Riverside Street market.

The test would have to be on a day off of work. Normally the copy center gave me two days off in a row each week, on a rotating basis. In reality it was more like I would work four days with two days off and then back on for four days. My next time off period was going to be the day after tomorrow, a Wednesday. That sounded better for my test than trying it on a Saturday.

On Temp Rose Test day I woke up nervous. Not sure whether my preparation was good enough, I reviewed my plan for the day. There was one glaring hole. What would to do if I lost my apartment key and my phone again?

The only possibility that made any sense was to stuff my phone, ident card, and keys in the leather clutch bag that was my graduation present. It was smallish with a short sturdy strap that I could cinch around my wrist so it wouldn’t slip off by accident. Since I wasn’t going to be marked for interference again, it wouldn’t make much sense that people would take my purse. Clothes maybe, but not the purse.

While bathing, filling my small beach bucket with water from my tub to pour over my head and rinse my hair made me reminisce about the shower stall in Amy’s apartment. That would be my first goal I decided. A better apartment with a shower stall rather than the tiny tub in this one.

Next was deciding what to wear today. Going through my wardrobe there was the shirt and skirt borrowed from Amy. That outfit hadn’t been returned yet. It was moderately loose and would be easy to remove, but I would feel guilty if it they were lost before they could be returned. My best option seemed to be a short skirt over a really old pair of panties, and square neck stretch tee with shoulder cut outs. My hope was that the QR could be scanned without having to rip off a sleeve or the shirt. I added a diaphanous shawl.

Hesitation hit just before exiting the front door. What would my parents think of their baby girl now, on her way out to prostitute herself. I wasn’t any good in school like my brother. He at least was on his way to getting a degree and a decent job. The black sheep of the family was about to go out and paint herself darker.

Steeling my resolve I yanked the door open harder than intended, cringing when it banged against the interior. Poking my head through the doorway and checking to see if anyone outside was staring my way, a sigh escaped with the conclusion that nobody had witnessed it.

I made my way to the bus stop and consulted the chart to determine what route would get me to the State Office and my temp Rose sticker. It was a bright sunny day with the temperature bordering on warm and a gentle breeze from the southwest. Finally the number 3 bus arrived. My bus pass had four more trips which ought to see me through the day.

In the State Office the permit office was kind of busy. There was a box overhead with a number on it labeled ‘Now Serving’ and a ticket kiosk where tickets were available. The number I grabbed was sixteen higher than on the box showing the now serving number. And it had just incremented.

Ugh, it was going to take forever in my estimation and lunch time was inching closer. My stomach rumbled, reminding me about skipping breakfast. Whenever I was tempted to step out of the building to buy lunch from one of the sidewalk vendors, the number would increment freezing me in my place. When my number came up, I didn’t dawdle and made a bee line to the counter that had just freed up.

“I’d like to purchase a temp Rose sticker,” with just enough volume so that the attendant could hear.

The bored looking worker quipped in a rather loud voice, “We don’t sell those here. Second office left down the hallway is the Rose Case Worker’s office. Go there.”

“Yes. Of course.” It was going to be my second stop, because my stomach rumbled loudly again. Food was first on the agenda, then back to the Rose Case Worker office. Hopefully there wouldn’t be as many people waiting in that office. When I finally walked in, there was no line. Just a desk, no counter, and the sign in front of the young man indicated his name was David Schuyler.

What ever might have been occupying his attention wasn’t evident as he was looking up at me. I’d seen that kind of look before, the look that showed he hoped I would be interested in making his acquaintance. He was kind of pleasant to look at, but any dalliance would interfere with my mission.

I cleared my throat. “I, um, I’d like to purchase a temp Rose sticker.”

In an instant his demeanor changed to practiced professionalism. “I see, yes miss. May I have your ID card?”

I retrieved it from my clutch and handed it over. He looked it over and put it through a scanner before handing it back. “Why do you want to purchase a temporary Rose sticker Miss Bale?”

“Call me Polly… and that’s kind of, well, um, kind of personal isn’t it?”

“It’s not required to answer, I’m just a bit curious is all. As a temporary Rose, you wouldn’t have the same protections as a real Rose. You’re rather pretty. You could make a goodly amount of money if you wanted to become a full Rose, not to mention the other benefits. Nice residential allowance, better prospects once your service is completed.”

“I’ve seen Amy’s place,” I blurted, not really sure why I volunteered that information.

He gave me a measured look. “Ah ha! I thought you looked a bit familiar. You were tagged for interference while Amy was performing her duty at Riverside Street market over three weeks ago. You’ve met Amy’s brother Dean also I take it?”

My face turned scarlet, I saw it in the shiny name plate on his desk. “Can I just get the sticker and go?” I stayed red when his face turned sympathetic. He’d probably think of that incident if I ever came back for another temp Rose sticker. I resolved to make this my one and only time.

“Okay,” he said. “That will be one dollar, and follow me over to the tattoo station.”

Now the color drained from my face. “I thought the sticker was temporary, not a tattoo…”

“You’re right Pollyanna. But since they are controlled, I can only apply them at the tattoo station. After that, it’ll be scanned and activated.”

I balked for a moment. “But I took a bus here… if it’s activated then I’ll have to ride the bus back…”

“Call a cab or another ride service then.”

“I can’t afford that!”

“Come on, use your head Pollyanna. You’re getting a sticker and a QR code, all you have to do is trade a sexual favor for the cab fare.”

I gave myself a mental head slap. David had just highlighted the whole reason I was scheming and planning to counterfeit the stickers and QR code. I had almost inadvertently failed the first test I had given myself to find out if I could go through with it. He was right. I was going to have to adjust my thinking to fit the problem instead of being confounded by the slightest issue.

Time to get myself in gear here apparently. Okay, so I shift mental gears and hand him my dollar. Following David over to the tattoo station, I decided to flirt a little. “So, David… after you activate my QR, would you care to scan it yourself?”

He chuckled, “Nice try Pollyanna, case workers are not allowed to engage even temporary Roses.”

“Spoil sport,” I teased.

“I used to be a Rose too, in case you hadn’t guessed. I can flirt with the best of them. But all I’ll ever be with a Rose is professional. Sorry.”

“So I kind of missed an opportunity, huh? Whoda figured you’ve been here all this time and all I had to do was walk in and ask you for a date.”

“Very likely Pollyanna, very likely. Now let’s get you set up. Do you have any questions?”

Fifteen minutes later I was back out of the State Office; temporarily a Rose for a day, or shorter if I washed the sticker and QR off with a good scrub. My shawl partially covered the QR on my upper arm and I put my over-sized sunglasses on.

As I tried to decide whether or not to give a hand job for a cab ride or take the bus anyway I thought, why go anywhere at the moment? I was on the back side of the State Office building facing an open quadrant with an office complex to my left, City Office to the right, and the police department across the quad. It seemed like the perfect place to me to test out my temp Rose abilities.

It was a nice day outside and still not that warm, just warm enough to be comfortable in the nude out in the quad. So out I walked, across to the middle of the grass. There were a couple of people power walking around the sidewalk border. A couple more sat on benches under shade trees. It was just me, the grass and open sky.

I gathered the hem of my tee and slowly pulled it up over my chest. And nothing happened. Well, not exactly nothing. My nipples started getting hard. This was freedom, and it was delicious, and it was starting to make me excited. Shoving my skirt down off my hips and then my panties, I deposited them with my tee.

I took one slow spin around where I stood with my arms spread wide daring all to look and then lay down with my feet toward the police department. My hands moved to my breasts and rolled my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers until they were rock hard and my ministrations brought moisture to my pussy.

With one hand, I reached down and started slowly stroking my lower lips with my clit alternately stretching and squishing the bud in the webbing between fingers. The more excited and heated my sex got, the more pressure I applied until my hips were rocking against my hand and my climax built up closer and closer to the peak.

My first orgasm rolled gently over me, but I wasn’t satisfied. I giggled and kept gooning in the quad thinking that should be a song title. Between my raised knees I spied a couple of patrol officers exit and start across the quad in my direction and a monster orgasm started stalking. Oh God, the heat was building up in my core. I might even be able to hold that monster orgasm back until they were close enough to see my juices flowing out.

With each step they took, “Ah…” the closer they got, “Ah…” the more menacing their scowls, “AH…” okay, maybe they weren’t menacing, maybe they were trying to memorize the sight, “AH…” and he reached to take his citation book from his pocket while the crest hit, “YES! Yes, yes, ahhhhh.”

The older one scoffed, “Figures… Rose Bud.”

The younger partner looked at him, “What?”

“Yeah, temp Rose. I call them Rose Buds. Sometimes they bloom into full Roses.”

I’d caught my breath again and teased, “Scan me guys. Give me a decent tip and I’ll send you a nude selfie. A picture will last longer than your memory.”

Older one said, “Huh, bolder than most I’ve seen. Listen sweetie, I’d say enjoy yourself, but I’m apparently too late for that. You might want to make sure you’re out of the quad before dark though.”

The younger one looked like he was thinking about it. In short order he pulled out his phone and I reached for mine.

Older officer said, “Kid, you better be careful or your fiance will murder you.”

“Look, I don’t need you texting me, but I am going to scan your QR ’cause I do want a photo.” After scanning he showed me that he was only paying the standard fee with no tip.

Sighing as I rolled to my side, I crossed my legs hiding my slit, my arm went across my nipples. Pouting I added, “Fine, but this is all you get.” After he took the photo they walked away.

I rested for a few minutes before pulling on my panties to soak up my excess juices. Just before stepping into my skirt a man walked up, “Miss, will you be back here tomorrow?”

“Not likely, why?” as my skirt slid over my hips.

“I’ll give you 5 dollars for your panties.”

I pursed my lips for a moment, “They’re all full of my cum now, anything else I can do for you?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll pay 10, cash.”

My old plain white cotton briefs were perfect for soaking up bodily fluids, and as I’d just learned, having my bodily fluids soaked into them already made them more marketable. Go figure. I shucked my panties and took the cash. Quickest, easiest, perhaps the funnest cash ever made in my life.

Now to get somewhere that might provide more opportunity for income. Hand job for cab fare? Or take a chance on a bus. If I was going to be giving a hand job, it would be better if it wasn’t for something I needed like a ride. Was that a practical or pragmatic way to look at it? I dunno, but how could I pass up the possibility to earn another few dollars?

At the bus stop the schedule indicated I had already missed the bus that would take me back to my neighborhood. This meant that my next best option was to take the bus to the library and get a transfer back to my neighborhood on another route.

As I stepped up to the fare meter on Bus 17, the driver gave me a double take. She said, “Are you sure you want to do this honey? You already smell like sex and the bus is not going to get any less crowded.”

I looked down the aisle and saw it was pretty much standing room only. “Maybe I can get a fellow to give me a seat.”

“Undoubtedly. Go on, try to keep it to a low roar hon.”

“Um, I need to get out at the library. When we get there, can I get you to do me a favor and help me out and off the bus? I’ll make it worth your while if you know what I mean.”

“Sweetie, you’re not my type, but I’ll help you leave the bus.”

With that she made ready to drive away from the curb and I grabbed the overhead rail trying to make my way toward the back amid the jostling and swaying as the bus is moving through traffic. When I get around fours rows down, I hear behind me, “Oh MY God! She’s not wearing panties! The Rose is not wearing panties!”

I tried to steady myself using the vertical rail and the overhead and wondered if it was going to be possible to make sure everybody that might want to get handsy would scan the QR. I allowed then that I might actually have gotten in over my head. But on the bright side, this was an experiment, and I wasn’t planning on buying a second sticker. I’d just have to go with whatever happened. Hopefully I wouldn’t feel quite so raped as I did after the Riverside Street market.

My first inclination was to attempt being assertive though in order to keep things as much in control as I could. The first time I felt a hand on my thigh, I grabbed the wrist of the groper.

I yelled, “Hey! I’m a working girl dammit. You wanna touch, you gotta scan my arm and leave me a tip, okay?”

He held up his phone and scanned, showing me his phone as proof and I let go of his wrist. He wasn’t wandering around after that, straight away he crammed two fingers into my pussy and thumbed my clit with vigor. After that, all I could do was hang on for dear life. Oh, and pant. And moan. And groan. He was hitting pay dirt almost right away. I must have had some residual excitement buried in my sex from earlier.

I found myself rocking up and down on his digits as the orgasm started radiating up, “Oh! Oh! OH!” The orgasm rocked me, but he kept plunging his fingers in and out and bumping my clit and somehow another hand worked its way between my ass cheeks and slowly a finger into my anus while my eyes rolled up into my head and my breath came in ragged gasps. My cum was dripping steadily from my pussy and onto the floor of the bus.

“Oh no… Oh no… Oh… Oh… Oh, SHIT!” I gushed a stream onto his arm as I came again and my knees started giving out. Somebody grabbed my waist to steady me. I wasn’t able to resist as somebody pulled me onto their lap where I tried to catch my breath. When the cock started to worm into my pussy all I was able to do was pant, “scan… scan… scan…” At that point when a phone screen was held in front of my face I no longer cared if it showed a tip.

“Okay, fuck. Just take me, God, take me.” and I squealed in delight as that cock plunged home. My tits were out and being squeezed and the nipples pinched and twisted sending jolts of pleasure/pain through my spine and my orgasm blossomed at least once. I didn’t notice that the bus had stopped until I saw the bus driver beneath my heavy lids as the cock buried in me released a torrent of cum jetting deep within.

“Okay hon. We’re at the library. This is your stop dear,” while I could just breathe, and only breathe.

“Why don’t you guys help the girl up and out, okay, and I won’t tell your wives you been diddling the Rose.”

Firm hands helped me to my feet. My clutch purse was no longer in my grasp, but thankfully still cinched to my wrist. I struggled toward the front of the bus to exit. My clit was still swollen with blood so all I could do was waddle down the steps and to the bus stop bench to sit.

I couldn’t stand to read the route schedule, so I just sat there while the cum slowly oozed out and plopped drop after drop on the ground below the bench. I decided that I might have had a bit too much fun on the bus, so I needed to make my way over to the library washroom. But first, I pulled my tee back up over my tits. The neckline was a bit stretched out and didn’t lay quite right any more.

The library would be closing soon too. I needed to get in through the door before it was locked. Otherwise I would need to brave another bus ride home as a Rose. I finally made it to the entry of the library with about seven minutes to spare.

Inside the lobby I looked around briefly until I spotted the ladies room door. I turned to cross the lobby when a lady walking toward the front door spoke, “Are you okay miss? You look like you’ve been run over by a bus.”

She gasped when I turned to look at her, “Oh my goodness! A Rose… another Rose! Come here.”

“Um, I just need to use the ladies room.”

That was as far as I got before she grabbed my arm and scanned my QR. She pulled me toward the other end of the lobby as she called out, “Dottie, go get Amy.”

“Oh no. Amy works here? Oh fuck.” I wasn’t sure what her purpose was in dragging me in to see Amy, but I didn’t want to make trouble for her or myself since I’d already been scanned. I quailed at the thought of having to explain that I’d gotten a temp Rose to Amy. I hadn’t wanted Amy to know I was doing so.

Amy was hesitantly making her way toward the lobby when the lady that was dragging me along motioned Amy forward. Amy’s face brightened upon seeing me and my heart drooped. I thought maybe she hadn’t seen the temp sticker on my face when she said, “Polly? What are you doing here?”

I shrugged.

The lady that scanned me said, “Oh, so you know this Rose too and she knows you? Wonderful!”

As Amy said, “What?” with a quizzical look.

I had simultaneously mumbled, “Oh great.”

Another lady immediately took out her phone and scanned Amy and added, “Yippee! We get to see some Rose on Rose action! Woot!”

Amy and I both gasped, “What?”

A couple of voices commanded me, “Lie down on the bench there!” as they dragged me off balance. I was grabbed by my shoulders and spun around until I found myself face up on the bench and my skirt being tugged down my thighs while my tee was removed from my torso.

“Go on Amy, strip. You’re going to sit on her face and eat her out while she eats you out. Hurry!”

“But,” Amy started to protest.

“Do it now, or we’ll strip you with scissors.”

The threat galvanized Amy into action. And I tried to sit but hands that had pulled my tee over my head still had my wrists stretched out while others held my ankles.

I heard, “Wow, this girl is dripping of sex! She’s been fucking out there somewhere.”

Then a couple of fingers entered my pussy and started digging into my still sensitive g-spot making my back arch and stealing my breath. I squirmed and bucked and moaned, “Fuck. Oh no, oh fuck.”

Amy lowered her sex tenderly to my panting mouth as she found my clit with her tongue which then swirled gently around in contrast to the fingers doggedly plundering my now gaping slit. I whimpered. Someone grabbed my hair and pushed my head and mouth further into Amy’s pussy.

“Go on Rose, lick Amy. Lick her good. Give her a really good tongue fuck, NOW!”

My animal brain then screamed at me to get Amy to cum as quickly as possible so that I could do something, I don’t know what, just do something I had intended doing before I started this orgy. So I licked and sucked and panted.

And when they let my wrists go I grabbed Amy’s ass and hauled her pussy down on my face to bury myself in it. Grunting starving for her cum, come on Amy, give me your cum all over my face ran through my mind. I moaned into her slit as she moaned into mine. Our grunting went from syncopated to synchronized as we bucked and rocked against each other, closer and closer to detonation.

I don’t know which of us gushed and squirted first, but we both drenched each other as the orgasmic spasms shook us. I lay exhausted, temporarily purged of my need to fuck and be fucked.

“I’m still not bi,” I croaked, “and I’m not curious.”

Giggling, Amy added, “Kind of comes with the territory Polly.”

“Is everybody satisfied now ladies?” I asked.

“Wow, that was hot. I gotta show this to my hubby...” said one before she walked off.

“Geez, Louise you two are nasty!” quipped another, shaking her hands and sucking her teeth, “Woof”.

Another was straightening her skirt from having been jilling off while watching us, a tiny puddle at her feet.

Amy stood up then and helped me to my feet. “Come home with me Polly, we both need a shower and food. Oh, and you can wash your sticker and QR off before we leave if you want. I’m driving.”

“Okay. Let’s just go now if you’re ready. I didn’t know you had a car. I didn’t know you worked at the library. Oh God. This is going to be on Rosewatch isn’t it?”

“Most likely. I’m going to grab my purse, here hold my clothing.”

I looked at my own cum soaked clothing lying on the floor. I gathered it up, too tired to put it back on again. The two of us walked out to her car naked, sweaty and smelling of sex. At least it wasn’t an overly fancy car that we needed to worry about ruining the seat coverings.

I babbled while she drove. “I jilled off in the quadrant in back of the State Office. Sold my cum soaked panties for ten dollars cash. Rode the 17 bus. Or maybe it was the 17 bus that rode me. I was seriously fucked. And you’ll never guess what happened at the library,” and that last bit started us both giggling.

“So,” I started, “You and Jake, how’s that working out?”

“We’re taking it slow, only on the days I’m off from the Library. Are you thinking about becoming a Rose Polly?”

How do you explain to a full Rose who loves her Civil Duty that you’re going to be a counterfeit Rose to provide cover for being a prostitute? “I dunno. Do you and Jake stay in mostly for dates, or do you go out? I think it might be kind of awkward getting fucked by a customer while you’re out on a date.”

“Actually Jake is cool with it if it happens while we’re out. But we’ve stayed in most of the time. The case worker is a cutie, huh?”

Of course, that pervert Jake would be okay watching his date get fucked in front of him, “Yeah. Too bad he won’t date us, eh?”

“You asked him?” queried Amy, “I didn’t have the nerve.”

“Well, he said he wouldn’t scan my QR after it was activated. I suppose I could go back and ask him while I’m not a temp Rose. So, you’re a librarian?”

“Intern currently. I’ll have a degree in Library Sciences by the time I’m done being a Rose.”

“That’s great Amy! I flunked out. I’ll still be paying off student loans until I’m 40.” I was silent the next few blocks. “Sorry to be a downer.”

After Amy parked the car she looked at me. “Maybe you should consider being a full Rose.”

“Nah, I got a better idea. I’m going to make porn of me cumming in my panties that I’ll sell online, porn and dirty panties. Combo pack for 25 dollars.”

“I know you aren’t bi Polly, but would you mind taking a shower with me? I’d like a hug. I don’t get much after care after sex. We’ll just scrub each other’s backs, and no sex, please?”

“Oh… um, okay. I won’t even make you scan me,” I teased. When Amy frowned, “Okay. Lame joke. Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay, I was just thinking it’s just over two hours until my office hours. We’ll just be finishing dinner by then. Hopefully I won’t get any customers, but there is still that chance. Are you okay hanging around during office hours?”

I hesitated while I considered her request. “Sure, I will.”

We left her car and quickly made our way into her apartment and into the shower. I scrubbed the sticker and QR code off and helped Amy scrub her back after she scrubbed mine. She didn’t really hug me while we were in the shower. The hug happened after we dried off and I had borrowed her bathrobe and she had dressed.

I washed our clothes in the machine while Amy prepared dinner. The girl could cook! I’ll give her that. It was amazing what she did with a can of beans, some rice, shredded chicken and some spice. Dinner was eaten and dishes cleaned by the time her office hours started.

Before our clothes were dry, somebody rang the doorbell while I was still in the bathrobe. Amy started undressing and I motioned for Amy to go answer it while I nursed my after dinner cup of coffee. I heard Amy at the door, she had Chad scan her before letting him in. When they walked into the living area Chad ogled me and quipped, “A twofer?”

“That’s not gonna fly Chad,” I said waving my phone in the air. “I’ve got proof I’m not interfering. You want to enjoy Amy’s services, go right ahead. You already scanned her anyway, right?”

“What if I wanna see you naked while I fuck her?”

“You okay with that Amy?” I queried. “You’re the Rose, I’m just visiting. I can go in the other room if you want his full attention.”

“I guess it’s okay if you get undressed too, I don’t mind. Might be fun to look at you during sex.”

“Okay then, Chad, this is the way it’s going to go. You want to see me without clothes, you gotta pay ten cash up front. No touching, no camera, you want anything else you gotta pay more.”

Chad mulls it over a second and then adds, “I want you naked, and I want Amy to eat your pussy while I fuck her.”

“Heh, did you tip Amy, huh? Cause you need to tip her at least 25 for that, right Amy? And I’m going to need at least 15 more also. So like, you tip her 25 and give me 25 cash, and if Amy is okay with it, she can eat my pussy while you fuck her. But you gotta make sure she’s okay with that, got it?”

Amy’s mouth gaped as all of that just came rattling out of my mouth. Chad’s jaw was working up and down too for a few seconds until it looked like he came to some sort of conclusion. I thought he was going to be a cheapskate. Amy was still silent, but it looked like she was starting to think about what I just said.

Then he held his phone over Amy’s QR and showed her the added tip. He took out some cash and counted out 25, holding it out for me to take. When Amy shook her head I grabbed the cash and put it in my purse.

I looked back over my shoulder and started, “So Chad, should I go slow like this?” as I slipped the robe off the shoulder I was looking over. Turning to look back over my other shoulder, I slipped the robe off of that one as well and wiggled my hips. I pulled the robe back onto my shoulders and asked, “Should I be a big flirt?” and flipped up the hem in back so that he had a quick glimpse of my bare ass.

“Don’t care, just get naked.”

When I turned around he was shucking his pants in a hurry, so I just let the robe slip off to the floor. “Where do you want me Amy? I want to make this easy for you.”

“This ottoman, lay down here,” she directed moving toward one end. When I was in position as she directed, Amy rested her upper torso on my slightly spread thighs and pulled my legs wider to get better access to my sex. “Start when you’re ready Chad,” she instructed before nuzzling the hood of my clit with her nose.

She was telling the truth that first day we met. She said she had gotten pretty good at licking pussy. The library episode had proven that to me, at least in the 69 position. Tonight I was in the supine position, but this time instead of straddling me she was in an anterior position. She slowly probed my lips with her tongue.

I could see Chad sucking on two fingers briefly before he starting working them into her from behind. I felt the vibrations from her mouth as she moaned and mewled, her tongue becoming more persistent in exploring my vagina. The heat rose in my sex. Amy gasped when Chad started pistoning his fingers in and out, then her tongue matched the action on me.

“Woo, wow!” My hips rolled forward to a better position for receiving her tongue. “Oh, girl, that’s good,” I panted. I grabbed my nipples and rolled them and squeezed my breasts as I started losing myself in the sensation.

Chad, apparently satisfied that Amy was lubricated enough decided it was time to pull his fingers out. When he did, Amy’s tongue shot deep into me and curled up toward my g-spot making me gasp. I pinched my tits and squealed. My eyes started rolling back. I was so close my orgasm was about to blossom.

I heard Chad groan and strain to insert himself while Amy squirmed and squealed and her upper teeth ground against my clit hood as she was digging into my g-spot from below. All that would come out of my mouth was, “Oh… Sh… Oh… D… Oh… Oh… Ah…” and my back bucked as my orgasm crashed over me.

“Oh FUCK, your ass is so tight Amy!” as he suddenly surged forward having finally plunged past her anal barrier.

Amy slowly started rocking back onto his organ while she toned down on my now soaked pussy. Chad wasn’t done with her, and apparently she was going to keep on tongue fucking me all the while. I tried catching my breath but I was too late. Another orgasm was beginning to brew in my loins, and I found one hand on top of her head while the other still tightly grasped my tit with white knuckles.

As soon as Chad was able to move faster and faster into and out of Amy, she relaxed and started enjoying herself. I could tell she was getting closer and closer to her own climax. I was a little bit ahead of her though. I thrashed about beneath her still busy mouth and tongue until I came again. I stroked her hair as Chad kept railing her.

When Amy’s orgasm washed over her she moaned and squeaked and it triggered Chad’s explosive noisy grunting finish and he slowly quit thrusting. Amy leaned on my thighs while Chad pulled out and got dressed. But a few moments later she pushed herself up to walk him out.

I brought the two of us some washcloths to clean ourselves up. Her office hours would last until midnight, and it was still hours away. She didn’t put her clothes back on, so I didn’t bother with the bathrobe either.

When I went into the kitchen to refresh my cup of coffee, she followed. “Thank you Amy. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a good pussy licking.”

“I should be thanking you Polly. I would never have thought of demanding a tip for that. You really handled him tonight. Wow. You are tough. A lot tougher even than that day at the Riverside Street market. You’ve given me a lot to think about.”

“Heh, well I guess the pussy turned into a tiger today. That was one of Dean’s friends, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, Dean sends one of them over every so often to make sure I’m getting business as a Rose.”

“Dean’s way different than my brother. You do love your brother though, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah, and he loves me too. Tries to look after me in his own way. He’d just graduated with a business degree when our parents passed away. He was looking after me until it was my turn in the Lottery. Once I finish my civil duty, I’m probably going to get a job as a librarian. I’ll be set then, and he won’t have to look after me any more.”

“I guess you spend a lot of time studying? During office hours too?”

“Sometimes. I’m all caught up on my assigned work at the moment.”

“What else have you got to do around here? Video games? Online games? Checkers?”

“I sketch mostly. Pencil, pen, charcoal, that kind of thing. I could sketch you…” Amy offered, “if you would be okay sitting still for it.”

“I’m not really one for sitting still, but okay, I’ll give it a shot.”

I tried, I really tried, but it was impossible for me to sit still for Amy longer than 15 minutes. She got started sketching me in the nude. Mostly roughing in my profile or visage or whatever it’s called, the shape of my shoulders and breasts, neck and head and face. She gave up after I got too fidgety. It felt a bit awkward trying to find common ground with her, we were both so different.

From the first moment I saw her in the Riverside Street market I was drawn to her, but I couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was her effortless grace compared to my chaotic rambunctiousness. Maybe I needed a calming influence. Whatever it was, she accepted it with a peace of mind that baffled me.

Amy didn’t receive any more business that evening. It was past time for the last bus and I didn’t want her out having to drive me home. I decided to stay overnight. She let me sleep in since I didn’t need to go to work. She did have to though.

After showering again I went shopping on the way home. My dirty gusset porn and panty website would require more pairs of underpants. Even though I was commando in a short skirt while I shopped, I wasn’t quite ready to go around like that all the time. The frequent soft breezes kept sneaking up between my legs. They would caress my buttocks and tender pussy and made sure I stayed aroused.

Climbing up into the bus for the ride home made me weak in the knees remembering what had happened just the day before. If an urge for wild sex ever struck me again, all that would be necessary would be a counterfeit Rose sticker and QR on bus 17. There was a puddle left in the seat when I exited at my stop.

I should probably learn how to be more functional while getting my brains screwed out, otherwise I’d be a piss poor prostitute, counterfeit Rose cover or not. I spent the next week trying not to think about sex and instead getting my cover website and sideline working.

Jake helped me finish the API and tested that a QR scan would allow funding to be deposited. If he even mentioned anything about it to anybody else, all he would be able to talk about was how people could buy my porn and cum soaked panties with a QR scan. He never saw the parts I worked on for my counterfeit Rose cover.

One month of web hosting was purchased so I could run my cover website. My hope was that it would earn enough money to allow me to make arrangements for permanent web hosting. But I couldn’t wait around just hoping that the money would start rolling in. That would have been like sitting in one spot waiting on Amy to finish sketching me.

I made plans for a trial run as a counterfeit Rose for my next scheduled two days off from the copy center. One sheet of Rose stickers, and one sheet of QR code would allow me to wear them six times before having to print more.

Mondays… I hated Mondays, especially when they were my end of week getting ready for two days off supposed to be Friday-like Mondays. If anything was going to go wrong on any particular day of the week, those days are double whammy days.

It was an hour to close of business, an hour before I could escape to two days of sex for money. Maybe I was looking forward to my endeavor too much. Had I let my hunger for the life of leisure get the better of me? Nah, not a chance. I’m only going to be a counterfeit Rose long enough to pay off my debt.

My manager called out to me, “Miss Bale, take care of the next customer in line please. Thank you.”

I walked up to the counter and took the man’s job sheet and the thumb drive he handed over. The order was for 150 copies of a document called ‘Lost and Found Flyer’ on heavy-weight white paper. When I plugged in the thumb drive and pulled up the document on the printer terminal, tunnel vision overcame me when I saw the content.

The caption read ‘Help me find this girl’ and the girl in the picture was me. One hand was squeezing my tit, the other on Amy’s head and I’ve got my O-face on with my eyes rolled back up into my head, mouth wide open. Damn you Chad, I said no photos! Son of a bitch, I’m going to rip your heart out the next time I see you. Yeah, that Chad, the one that railed Amy up the ass while she ate my pussy.

The very same Chad that Amy confirmed was a friend of Dean. No wonder that customer looked rather familiar, sort of similar to Amy’s face only heavier, with stubble and a smug look. My heart was pounding in my chest by then. Without looking up, I closed the file and pulled the thumb drive.

Back at the counter, I placed the thumb drive back on the counter. I wasn’t about to let myself get accused of stealing from a customer. I needed this job until I could pay off my debt to provide a little bit of legitimacy for when I’m out being a counterfeit Rose.

“I can’t print this.” I informed Dean, not really feeling apologetic and certainly not wanting to mention what was in the document in question.

Sasquatch grinned at me, that fucker grinned at me, and then motioned for somebody behind me to come over.

My manager walked up beside me, “What seems to be the problem sir?”

“Polly won’t print my job for me,” shockingly using my name.

Dean had learned my name somehow. Then I remembered, Oh yeah, it was on my uniform name tag. And on top of that, he’d also had my ident card after the Riverside Street market incident. I felt the heat of my blush rising from my neck. This man standing across the counter from me had instigated that incident just so he could mark my face!

“Miss Bale, why won’t you print this gentleman’s job?”

“I can’t. It’s against company policy Boss, it’s pornographic content.”

“Show me.”

“I can’t sir. That would be sexual harassment,” I added grasping at a straw, anything to get out of showing him that document.

“Now Miss Bale, I understand that you aren’t browsing pornographic material using company resources on company time, you won’t be subject to punitive action.”

“I still can’t, please don’t make me, Please?” I begged.

“Very well, I can handle it myself.” said my manager as he picked up the thumb drive and walked over to the print terminal.

“But…” escaped my mouth plaintively. All I could do at that point was stand there frozen while it felt like my world was crumbling around me, not able to look at either Dean or my manager. I wouldn’t be able to come back to work and face my manager again after today. I’d be too embarrassed to do so!

“Miss Bale,” the manager called after a half minute, “please come to the print station.”

At the station, I found it difficult to look at my manager, “Boss?”

“Miss Bale, I hope you will not use this predicament as an excuse to leave our employ. You are a valued CopyProMax employee. I’m aware that sometimes people occasionally have to resort to unorthodox methods to make ends meet. Such as your activities as a temporary Rose the other day at the library.”

My jaw dropped upon hearing that. Oh my God, how is everybody so interconnected with everybody else and I don’t even know it?

He continued, “Yes, my wife showed me a video of you and Amy in the Library. Please, rest assured I still have the utmost respect for you. I think fondly of you as I would a sister if I had one. Do you believe the customer is harassing you?”

“Uhuh, yes.”

“Very well, I can refuse his service, but I’m afraid I can’t do much more. He probably has another copy of this somewhere else. Please see to your cleanup and shutdown routine while I talk to him.”

“Yes Boss,” I replied quietly hoping this would be the end of the matter and yet believing that somehow it would not. So I started the cleanup routine. Which ended up taking longer than I wanted because how of hard it was to concentrate while waiting for the other shoe to drop.

When my manager returned after speaking at length with Dean, it filled me with apprehension. It didn’t help that Dean was still waiting at the counter. My eyes were close to watering, but I was determined not to cry. I refused to cry now no matter how badly things appeared to be going to go.

“Miss Bale,” he began quietly, “um, Polly, I’m at a cross roads…”

I stopped and looked at him, “You’re going to have to fire me aren’t you?”

“Come on now, it might not be that bad. He did threaten to cancel our contract with the State Office if I didn’t have you print his job order.”

Shit, I was aware he could make complaints against him and his friends disappear, but if he had enough influence to cancel a contract with my employer, I was fucked. I imagined I was going to be unemployed soon and sniffled and didn’t respond to the news. How could I respond to that kind of news?

“Yes, it is a lucrative contract for CopyMaxPro, and it would be a big loss, so I tried to resolve this issue by agreeing to a compromise. Unfortunately, the resolution he wants is beyond my control. I just can’t order you to go out on a date with him. That would be up to you. If you could maybe see your way to at least telling him you might think about it…”

And then it clicked in my head, like a great big slap on the back of my head! Prostitute Polly was about to fail another big test. Damn. I needed to reorder my thinking! That’s what the resolution was, as clear as day. They wanted me to prostitute myself. That single piercing thought blew the cobwebs of angst out of my mind.

“Okay Boss. I’ll talk to him. If I pull this off… do you think you might see your way to giving me a promotion? Wouldn’t have to be right away, but like within the next quarter?”

“Polly, that’s a deal. You save that contract then I will definitely put you in for a promotion next quarter. Not sure how big a promotion, but I’ll fight corporate for all I can get. Thanks!”

Okay girl, time to get your game face on I thought. I grinned back at my manager and responded, “I’ve got a contract to save Boss. Wish me luck.”

The uniform polo shirt that the employees wore had only three buttons, one of which was already undone on mine. It didn’t show any cleavage, but he was tall enough he’d be able to see where the swell of my breasts began. I undid the others before walking back to the front counter to make a deal with Dean. He looked like he believed he was holding all the cards.

“Dean.”

“What about it Polly? You going to go out with me?”

I deflected the question for a moment, “You really had me going there for a bit. I thought you were going to try to get me fired.”

“Now why would I do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know you from Sasquatch, Dean. To prove you could? Maybe to play a power game with me? Why do you want a date with me?”

“Because I like you.”

“Like me?” I scoffed, “You don’t even know me. Try again.”

“Okay, because you’re sassy and sexy and you look gorgeous without clothes.”

“Keep it in your pants bucko, we ain’t datin’ yet. What are you offering? Dinner? Drinks? Dancing? Movie, what?”

“All that. What more could you possibly want? Ball game? Concert?”

“Nah, No ball game or concert or dancing. Tell ya what. Buy me a dress and hire a limo to drive me all around town to show me off, and then I’ll give you a date.”

“Ooof. Chad said you were a tough negotiator.”

“Yeah, speaking of Chad… I told him no pics and here you show up with one only he could have taken. So you go slap him upside his head. And you tell him it’s from me, and if he’s going to fuck your sister in the ass again he better give her more than 25 bucks tip.”

“Amy didn’t mention that.”

“Yeah, well, sweet Amy likes it any way she can get it, but she ought to be making more for it. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Okay Polly, you drive a hard bargain. I’ll buy you a dress and I’ll hire a limo. When?”

Writing my phone number on a scratch pad, I gave it to Dean adding, “That’s my number, send me a text and I’ll send you a link for the dress I want and as soon as it’s in my hands we’ll talk about when. Deal?”

“Deal. Shake?”

When I held out my hand to shake, the big lug dragged me halfway across the counter and planted a kiss on my lips. Pushing my way off the counter and backing away out of reach, “That’s all you get for now Sasquatch. Text me.” I turned and went back to finish my job shutting down the printer.

When I was sure Dean had left I gave my manager a thumbs up signal. The anticipation of obtaining a little black dress had me giddy. Maybe I would even go try one or two dresses on tomorrow, on my way to an affluent part of town; with my counterfeit Rose sticker and QR code tucked in my purse.