The Degradation Vanesa Was Looking for at the Mini-Mart

Vanesa was sitting in a corner of the kitchen, as she was almost every morning. In front of her, a plate with a piece of homemade sponge cake and a cup of coffee she had barely touched. Weak light came in through the window and the house smelled of toast and sleep.

—Pass me some juice, come on —she said, stretching out her arm with an empty tumbler toward her aunt.

Aunt Rosa, following a habit the two of them had invented long ago, opened the thin robe she was wearing. She spread her legs, held the glass a few inches from her body, and started to piss. A warm stream filled the glass halfway. Vanesa’s eyes lit up.

—Not much today —she said with a smile, her blonde mane tousled, as she took the glass from her aunt’s hand.

She drank it in one gulp, without blinking, and set the glass down hard on the table. She liked starting the day like that: with something no one else would understand, with a secret shared between the walls of that kitchen.

—Andrés! —she called, raising her voice toward the hallway—. I’m hungry.

Her uncle appeared humming, still in his pajamas, and slipped a hand under the loose sweater she was wearing that morning. Vanesa had not left the house planning to get filthy; she was dressed to go for a walk around the mall, jeans and a white T-shirt with nothing underneath. But in that house things happened on their own.

—I left your breakfast in the bathroom —Andrés said without stopping his hands from groping her breasts.

She laughed, grabbed the plate, and walked to the bathroom. That was part of the ritual, a way of starting the day that only made sense to the three of them. When she came back to the kitchen, her aunt and uncle were already waiting for her. Andrés stepped closer, held the back of her neck, and after a few minutes of rubbing, finished in her open mouth while Aunt Rosa squeezed one of her breasts from the side. Vanesa swallowed slowly, showed them her empty mouth, and wiped the corner with a finger.

—Have a good morning —Aunt Rosa told her, closing her robe.

***

The neighborhood mini-mart was three blocks away. It was run by two brothers, Ramón and Tomás, two men advanced in years and in weight, sweaty, with big hands and brusque manners. Ramón was the bald one, the one who treated her like shit. Tomás wore a gray mane stuck to the back of his neck and showered her with dirty old-man compliments. A neighborhood kid, Iván, rounded out the staff by stocking shelves.

Vanesa’s pulse raced every time she crossed that door. Not because of the store, but because of the way they looked at her: as if they knew something about her the rest of the neighborhood didn’t.

She went to the pastry shelf and took one filled with cocoa. Ramón was at the register; Tomás was hanging up the phone in the back. Iván was moving among the aisles, far away.

—Blondie, don’t mess up the shelf like always —Ramón snapped from the register, with contempt.

She jumped and walked over to pay.

—Jesus, you scared me.

—Don’t talk to her like that, she’s the prettiest thing that comes in here —Tomás said, approaching with a sticky smile. He wrinkled his nose—. Though today you’ve got a weird breath, girl.

—She must’ve eaten something bad —Ramón said—. Or one of her dirty little habits.

Vanesa felt her face heat up, and also how, under her jeans, her underwear began to grow wet. That contempt did something to her inside she couldn’t explain and didn’t want to stop feeling.

—I’d feed you something else, to get that taste out of your mouth —Ramón added, staring straight at her.

She usually didn’t show her most submissive side outside the house, and less so in a place that was the neighborhood’s rumor mill. But the heat got the better of her.

—That’s how I like it, fresh and from the one who’s in charge —she said, holding his gaze.

Ramón’s face changed. He motioned to his brother to stay at the register.

—You, come with me —he ordered, and started walking toward the back without waiting for her.

***

The stockroom was a medium-sized room filled with boxes to the ceiling. Ramón didn’t even hold the door for her; she had to hurry so it wouldn’t close in her face. She was still carrying the pastry in her hand, without realizing it.

The man dropped his pants without ceremony. Under his open shirt a flabby body coated in a layer of sweat showed through, and between his legs a bulge was already pushing against the fabric. Vanesa looked at him with a different kind of hunger, knelt on a piece of cardboard, and pulled down his underwear.

—You like what you see, huh? —he said, holding the base.

—I like anything that comes out of a guy like you —she answered, and started sucking him eagerly, both hands dug into those hairy buttocks.

The session was quick and dirty. She leaned her body back so the threads of saliva would fall onto the cardboard and not on her clothes: she had a whole morning of shopping ahead of her and didn’t want to get dirty.

—Where do you want it? —Ramón panted, almost there.

Vanesa straightened up, took the pastry out of the plastic, and split it lengthwise, exposing the cocoa filling. She held it under the man’s crotch.

—Let it go here, I’m going to eat it in front of you —she said, her voice hoarse with lust.

He jerked off while staring into her eyes until he emptied himself over the pastry, layer after layer, until the chocolate was covered. Vanesa brought the two halves together, took a bite from the most loaded side, and chewed slowly, never taking her eyes off his face. In two bites, nothing was left.

—Come on, get out —Ramón said, pulling up his pants—. But you’re not leaving today without what you deserve.

She went to the register, paid for the pastry as if nothing had happened, and said goodbye.

—See you later.

Tomás, who had no idea what his brother had plotted, smiled delightedly when he heard that.

—See you later, pretty girl. Come back whenever you want.

***

The plan was simple. The shop closed at three, they ate at a nearby bar, and reopened at five. That afternoon they were going to close early, in Vanesa’s honor, to have more time. They told Iván to go away and not show up until five; the kid nodded, but he was dead set on not missing it.

Vanesa parked near her house at half past three. They had arranged to meet at four, but she was so eager she tried her luck early. She’d been waiting five minutes when she saw them turn the corner. If they had gotten her hot that morning, now, just seeing them arrive, she felt her whole body open up.

They were coming with their pants half down, shirts open, sweat stains under their arms, and a heavy walk that gave away a lunch well watered by beer. They were exactly the opposite of what any woman would want, and that was precisely why she could barely contain herself.

—Look how pretty she is, my blondie, coming to spend the afternoon with us —Tomás said.

—Look at the desperate girl, coming back for what I gave her this morning —Ramón added.

They went in through a back door. A blast of heat hit her face: it was a large room adjoining the stockroom, also full of boxes. As soon as she crossed the threshold, Vanesa yanked off her sweater. Within seconds her breasts were bare in front of the two men.

The brothers stood on either side of her and began massaging her breasts. Ramón had already warned his brother that this woman had no limits, and Tomás believed him instantly: no sane woman would give herself like that to them.

Vanesa held their sweaty heads, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. When they moved from groping her breasts to sucking them with those big, tooth-light mouths, she got fully turned on. She began kissing them one after the other, slipping her tongue into their mouths, tracing their necks and shoulders, burying her nose in their armpits to breathe in deep that unwashed man-smell that drove her wild.

—What the hell have you eaten, bastards? —she asked, licking Ramón’s side.

—Stew —Tomás answered, laughing.

—And I haven’t eaten anything all day —she said, and it was true: after that morning she had gotten so hot wandering around the mall that she had forgotten lunch.

—You’re not leaving hungry today —Ramón promised.

Tomás stripped completely, revealing a body just as flabby and sweaty as his brother’s. Vanesa lunged for his armpits, sucking and licking, gathering with her tongue the beads of sweat running down his sides. Beside her, Ramón finished taking off his clothes.

—This needs draining —Ramón said, stroking his belly—. I can’t fuck with my body full.

—What I’ve got is a good piss saved up —Tomás said.

A side door led to a small, filthy bathroom. Vanesa guided them there, sat them in their places, and settled herself on the rim of the toilet, determined not to miss a single drop. She threw her mane back, squeezed her breasts, and waited.

The two streams burst out at the same time, hot and strong-smelling. Her mouth couldn’t keep up; what escaped her slid down her neck, and she used it to massage her body. When they emptied, the two men came closer to drip over her face.

—Move, I’m shitting myself —Ramón ordered.

She knelt beside the toilet while he settled himself, offering her his ass. Tomás took the chance to go to the stockroom. Vanesa buried her face between those fleshy cheeks, eager, and what came next she received like a gift, with the same total surrender with which she did everything else. For her, it was the purest form of submission: giving her whole body, without reservations, to whoever treated her like an object.

Tomás came back with a can of whipped cream, laughing at what he saw.

—Yep, the blondie really is one of ours —he said.

***

Back in the large room, the two brothers stood in front of her, their cocks hard and dripping. Seated, Vanesa took turns sucking them into her mouth while they held her head and set the rhythm. When the gagging became obvious, they pulled the dick out and passed it to the other one.

—You’re going to have dessert taken care of —Tomás said, squirting whipped cream along the length of his shaft.

—I haven’t even had lunch —she laughed, and threw herself at it anyway.

—That’s why she sucks cock the way she does —Ramón said—. I’m going to bring her something to eat.

He came back with a plate and a carton of salmorejo. Meanwhile, Vanesa had gotten Tomás to lie down on the floor, spit on him, and straddle him, bouncing on him with all her strength. The man’s hands squeezed her breasts until she screamed; hers dug into that hairy chest. Her orgasm hit deep and she collapsed onto him for a few seconds, just long enough to lick his armpit one more time.

—Salmorejo, delicious —she said, dismounting.

Ramón filled the plate and, amid the three of them laughing, added his own spiteful touches. Vanesa laughed like a little girl, delighted at how low they were making her fall.

—That’s more like it —she said.

—Get over there, now I’m giving you some —Ramón ordered, shoving her against the table so she would arch her back. She rested on her elbows, brought the plate closer, and got ready.

Tomás, at the side, picked up a spoon.

—I’ll feed you, pretty girl. You just enjoy it.

Ramón spat on her ass as lubricant and entered her with one hard thrust. He started fucking her from behind with brutal rhythm, grabbing her by the hips, while his brother took advantage of every push to spoon food into her mouth. They were coming so fast that the cream dripped from the corners of her lips. Between the thrusts, the burps, and the orgasm climbing back up, pleasure and gagging blended together inside Vanesa.

There was no need for her to say anything. The trembling of her legs and her rolling eyes spoke for her. She came at the same time she vomited up part of what she’d swallowed, all of it soaking the floor beneath her feet, in a burst that left her breathless.

—I’m cumming —Ramón growled, pulling out abruptly and emptying himself over the plate, amid the brothers’ laughter.

Vanesa, without wasting a second, took the spoon back and scraped the plate clean down to the bottom, looking at them with that junkie face she couldn’t hide.

—Lie down —she told Tomás—, now it’s your turn.

She rode him on her own, bouncing on top of him, asking nothing of him. Tomás, exhausted and drunk, let her do as she pleased.

—If you keep going like that you’re going to make me lose even my lunch —he panted.

—Then give it to me —she teased, squeezing his belly with her hands—. Give your little whore everything you’ve got.

***

When they were done, the brothers got dressed and started tidying the room. Vanesa, seated on a chair with her legs spread, scraped up what was left on the plate with her fingers, smearing herself and bringing it to her mouth with a delirium that left them split between disgust and fascination. She was in her element: used, despised, and happy.

—Can I? —a voice said from a corner.

It was Iván. He had been hiding behind some boxes for a while, discreetly masturbating. He didn’t ask her for permission, but his bosses, and Vanesa liked that even more: she didn’t even count as a person in that room, and that was exactly what she had come looking for.

—Come on, quick, we have to open —Ramón grumbled.

As the brothers headed out to the shop, the kid came over and emptied himself over the blond’s chest, stream after stream. She spread it across her skin with her hands, every now and then gathering a drop with her fingers to bring to her mouth. And while she did, she was already thinking she was going to have to come by that neighborhood mini-mart a lot more often.