The day went on. Lori kept flashing her panties and cleavage to me at every chance she got till her son returned. My black dick swelled in my pants every single time, suffering in silence, but I also earned survival points each time.
In the evening, my shift ended. At 5 o'clock, I booked another service car and left the shop with 140 points as my reward. Added with 10 extra I already had from this morning—total 150 points. I still needed to earn 50 more before sunrise so I could live another day.
Needless to say, this world was both a heaven and a hell for me.
The car dropped me off outside a bar called Vinni's Bunker. The bar was moderately crowded. From 5.30 in the evening to 10.30 at night, I worked here. My job was simply to open private room doors on time and remind people to leave.
Prostitution as a business was illegal. But a woman could legally exchange money for sex in private. People could still meet ladies freely in the bar and rent a room for a private 'Drinking Session'.
With just two people in the room, they cared about nothing in the world and unleashed their lust without any restraint. Forgetting their jobs, homes, families, problems, duties, everything. From ten minutes to closing time, the rent varied with duration.
People drowning in carnal activities barely cared for the time limit, even when they were exhausted and dehydrated. So it was a job assigned to someone unfortunate like me to keep them alive, stop them on time, and get them to leave.
For the people of this world, it was the most shameful thing. So much so that I was paid triple what was a normal wage for just five hours.
Money was not the reason I did this job though. It was the points. This place was a survival point farm for me. If it were a full-time job, I would never leave this place, but it only operated in the evening. And this small town only had two such places with a similar schedule.
"Roy! You are here! Thank goodness. Room 2's session has ended. Please get them to leave." Rick, the manager, said.
The slight desperation in his voice was not fake. This was normal. Every day, they waited eagerly for me to arrive and do this unpleasant job. Well, for them at least. Since I had no mental block, it was the best job for me.
I nodded, then stored my bag in a locker and changed into the club's uniform, and got to work.