Mariel the Merry Mermaid Part II (Revised)

MARIEL THE MERRY MERMAID PART II

Bobby’s nana was called Mrs. Bumjoy.

She did not appear as ancient the next morning when Mariel headed out to look for a job to sustain her the next 364 days. Her hair was swept back off her face and she had added a moderate amount of facial paint to conceal the weathered lines of her 60 year old face. Mariel noticed that she was even wearing some moderately high heels that enhanced the still-shapely contours of her age-sagging ass cheeks. Mariel’s thought was that there were probably a lot of males that would give the old bag a go in a pinch.

It still mystified her that Mrs. Bumjoy was not visibly possessed of any teeth. She could not resist it any longer and asked her landlady point blank,

“I am sorry to inquire, Mrs. Bumjoy, but have you lost your dentures?”

The older woman looked a little miffed at first, but then smiled and replied,

“My boyfriend Oscar likes my mouth just this way, young Missy. He told me I give head better than any 18 year old cunt with sharp teeth.”

Mariel had not had much experience in this particular activity and she wanted to ask the now interesting woman some more questions, but she had to get on the road to finding suitable employment in her new land-based environment.

The newspaper in the coffee house revealed three interesting jobs that she felt qualified for.

The first was in a place called a “Repackaging Facility” and it called for a “no skills required shift worker”. It sounded like she should be able to land a job like that and she had no preference as to which shift they placed her on. In her underwater kingdom, there was no night or day and she only thought of time as an abstract concept of no interest to her at all.

The second job was “Cocktail Waitress. Minimum wage plus tips. Must be willing to wear Pirate-Girl costume on premises.” She liked the thought of wearing a pirate costume since her own father was a pirate of some fame and fortune. Mariel thought it was strange for this employer to require such dress unless they wanted to attract children. No, she could not picture children drinking cocktails. It was certainly not appropriate underwater or on dry land for that matter.

The third job was quite strange. “Girl wanted to assist in cosmetic repairs to faces of the recently departed for viewing by relatives. Straight Fee of $100. Per client. Estimate average 2 clients per day. Must be drug tested and sign health benefit waiver.” Mariel had absolutely no idea what the drug testing involved or what constituted a health benefit waiver, but the promise of $200 for a day’s work was quite tempting.

The first job was a bit of a let-down. The “facility” was a dirty old factory on the edge of town that smelled of decay and faulty sewer-lines. The repackaging was of eggs. White eggs, brown eggs, eggs of every size. There were tens of thousands of them sitting forlornly about the factory floor on pallets that had seen better days. She was advised the job was on the “Midnight shift” and she would be expected to work until 7AM with only five minute breaks for going to the potty and swigging a drink. The young man kept his eyes on her boobs the entire time he talked to her and she could see him lick his lips in anticipation of some fantasied sexual playtime using her nipples as his toys. When she bent over to show him she was strong enough to pick up a case of eggs from the floor, the interviewer took advantage of her barely covered bottom by running both of his hands over her trembling bottom.

Mariel did not object because she figured he did the same to all the females that worked the midnight shift. It was not entirely unpleasant to have the young man show attention to her rounded globes with such tender loving strokes. He whispered in her ear that his name was Derek and that she had a lovely ass that needed “lots of loving”. She opened her legs to allow him to slide his hand up her skirt all the way to her scantily clad pussy lips. Derek smiled at her knowingly when he felt how wet she was.

When he removed his hand, he showed her how sticky her juices were by stretching out her pussy juice slime between two of his fingers. Mariel had to smile when Derek put his fingers up to her nostrils to give her a whiff of her own sweet scented lust. She opened her lips to him and they kissed with tongues engaging in a contest of wills to determine whose mouth they would remain. Derek won and ravaged Mariel’s mouth with his enthusiastic saliva drenched tongue. The work might be hard but it looked like the job would come with some physical perks to keep it interesting.

She took the entry card just in case the other two jobs did not pan out. Mariel gave him her phone number because he did have a fairly decent looking outline of a hard cock underneath his tight fitting trousers.

The next job she checked was the Funeral Parlor advertisement for a cosmetics girl.

The girl behind the desk was very dark and had a number of piercing in odd places. Her black lipstick was strangely attractive to Mariel. She did not know why. The young girl of about 19 or 20 told her that her name was Adele and she loved working in the funeral parlor.

Adele led Mariel down a long staircase to the basement. She told her that is where all the “processing” took place. Mariel saw long metal tables, large basins with complicated looking hose connections and a stone floor with a big drain in the center. The next room was filled with empty coffins of all sorts. Adele told her that she would be “only mixing the cosmetics for the beautician to do the faces and the hair for the viewing by the family members.”

Mariel didn’t mind that.

She did not want anything to do with touching a dead body. This was a scary place but she felt she could handle it so long as she was tucked away in this back room away from any other activities.

Adele was blowing the face powder into the air.

Mariel told her she was being naughty as this material was very good quality and very expensive. Adele gave her an obscene gesture and thumbed her nose at her. The Goth girl was listening to her God-awful music on her ear-phones and swinging her shapely ass provocatively right in front of Mariel’s face. The little bitch was actually trying to provoke Mariel into taking matters into her own hands.

In fact, she was being such a bad girl; Mariel had no other choice than to pull her over her knee and start spanking her taut little ass with her hands as hard as she could. Adele just groaned at the punishment and pushed her ass up higher to get her spanking good and proper. Mariel decided to poke her fingers into Adele’s wet vagina and her tight little pucker hole to let her know how humiliating it was to be probed in such a way. She was surprised at how wet Adele’s pussy was already. The young girl’s flimsy panties were trimmed with frilly lace. Her sturdy flanks were turning a nice shade of rose and she slurped her saliva back into her open mouth with each measured firm stroke of Mariel’s heavy hands.

Adele was gasping now just like one of the underwater nymphs Mariel used for sport when she wanted to have a pleasing orgasm.

Mariel stood up on her toes, and craned her neck down to kiss Adele’s black painted lips. She played with the Goth girl’s little tongue pearl letting it run smoothly over every part of her own searching tongue. Adele was shuddering with anticipation of her orgasm. She had already started to feel it churn deep inside her belly. Mariel sensed the young girl was on the edge of the pit of passion. She dropped down to her knees and pushed Adele’s legs wide open. The pink slit was the target for her relentless pointed tongue. Again and again she drove her wet tongue deep inside the Goth girl’s pretty pussy and was soon rewarded by a flood of pussy juice spurting in rhythm with her tortured groans of sexual release.

Jacob the director came into the basement just as Adele completed her orgasm. He smiled at the tableau and complimented Mariel at her pussy-licking expertise.

“You seem quite well-suited to this position, Miss Jones. May I call you Mariel?”

“Yes, sir. Is there any training I need before I start?”

“Just one thing to remember. What happens in this basement stays in this basement. You will also be required to tend me in the same way you took care of Adele’s needs just now. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, sir. Do you want to have a test ride to make sure I am qualified?”

“Not a bad idea at all. Get up on that table and take everything off. Lay flat on your stomach and pretend you are one of our clients. Remember not to move or make any noise at all.”

Adele was so excited; she was quivering with repressed sexual hunger. She watched Mariel get undressed all the way to her birthday suit. She helped Mariel get up onto the table and managed to get a number of her fingers into both her pussy slit and her tight little pucker hole.

Mariel followed Jacob’s instruction to the letter and pressed herself down onto the cold hard metal of the table. She closed her eyes and pretended she was in another existence.

The weight of Jacob’s body brought her back to reality.

He was so hairy that she felt every square inch of her back and legs being scratched by his matted hair. The heavyset director’s weight squeezed the breath from her body. His face was right on the side of her head and she could smell the scent of stale beer and garlic. Her stomach churned a little bit but his rock hard erection held her complete attention. She felt his thick cock pressing hard into her little poop hole. The bastard was not using any lubrication at all. It was so uncomfortable, she almost told him to stop. Before she could get the words out of her mouth, his insistent cock defeated the defensive action of her sphincter muscle rings and she was impaled on a thick cock of some 9 inches in length. It felt so delicious that she fought off the impulse to groan her approval.

She wanted desperately to hump her ass up to get it in deeper. She wanted to shout out some very depraved and nasty words of encouragement, but she kept silent and motionless. Jacob grunted each time he shoved himself deep into her core. His cock was sliding easily now because of the large amount of pre-cum he had coated onto her inner rectal walls.

Mariel opened her eyes and saw Adele right in front of her. She had one of her legs up on the table next to Mariel’s head and she could see the Goth girl’s pussy quivering with excitement as she pushed her fingers deep inside. Adele was almost drooling as she watched Jacob’s long thick shaft buggering Mariel’s tight anus. She reached down and scooped up a residue of cream from Mariel’s rim and licked her fingers like a slutty pussy cat. When Mariel looked up into Adele’s pretty face, she dribbled a mixture of her saliva and Mariel’s own pussy and ass juice right back into Mariel’s open mouth.

Jacob saw the two girls playing like little sluts and he began to yell at them.

“Adele, you are a nasty little pussy licker. You, Miss Jones, are just what I need. A little girl that knows how to take it good.”

Jacob started to spank Mariel hard on her ass cheeks. She trembled with the need to shout out her depraved thoughts. She had the overwhelming need to hump her ass up high for Jacob’s beautiful cock. The sound of her ass punishment was the final straw. Her orgasm swept her up into a state of complete euphoria that made her heart pump and her pussy quiver like a virgin being poked for the first time.

Mariel felt her lips being opened by Adele’s fingers as she pushed her own pussy juices into Mariel’s mouth. Mariel tasted the sweet scent of orgasmic passion on her taste-buds and wafting up to her sensitive nostrils.

The flood of Jacobs cum filled her rectum with sticky male juice and she squeezed her ass cheeks together to keep it from leaking out as she left the funeral parlor to check out the last job on her list.

Mariel wanted to see what kind of Pirate girl she would turn out to be.