Kirby Can't Clean That Carpet
So, way back in the early days of my adult-hood, when I was a sexy, barely legal to drink 21 year old, I worked for a branch of the Kirby Company in their call center. The manager had recently been fired by the owner, along with everyone else in the call center, apart from me. The owner (let's call him Dick), had all sorts of excuses for firing them, but they all boiled down to, he was paying them more than me and couldn't afford it anymore. So I figured it was only a matter of time before he fired me, but he hadn't yet, and in the meantime, I was working completely alone in an isolated office with no neighbors in the alleyway.
We were in a cute, little small town, with a great main street, and beautiful weather, and honestly, the place wasn't that bad despite my preference for cities. And living with my brother, my rent was pretty cheap, so I had a decent amount of income in spite of my shitty job.
About four doors down from the alleyway the Kirby office was in was the only sex shop in town. One day, during the three hour break between my morning and evening shifts, I popped in there, and I bought myself a vibrating dildo, along with some of those bullet vibes. I went a little overboard, but I hadn't had privacy in over a year, and the idea of being alone in the office was such a turn-on that I didn't really care what the repercussions were. I mean, Dick was gonna fire me anyway, so why not have some fun with it?
So I get back into the building later on, after a nice lunch and a cup of coffee, and I grab a roll of duct tape, and step into the "managers only" restroom as soon as the sales guys' vans make it down to the end of the road, and I strip down, and tape a couple of the bullet vibes to my nipples, and press the other one against my clit, and I'm already good and wet, so I'm able to give the dildo a nice quick clean, and shove it in me. My jeans keep it in place, and I can fiddle with the twisty dial thing if I keep them unzipped, and then I go back to my phone in the dimmed back room, all wired up with the bullet remotes in my pocket.
I've got my script memorized, and it's easy to do, and honestly, I'm a lot more cheerful while I've got my wet pussy and hard nipples buzzing away. I get about the usual amount of appointments, and end the day as usual, and it all went so well, I decided to do it again!
So the next day I go into work, and they gave me the keys, and left first thing, so I get myself all wired up again, and I'm young, and have untreated depression at this point, so my brain is just shutting off, craving those feel good chemicals. That night I cum hard in the manager's chair, after edging all day, thinking about getting caught and gangbanged by the salesteam.
This goes on a few days, when finally someone on the phone cuts me off mid spiel, saying, "You're no better that a fucking whore, aren't you?"
I think I'm caught, but my c**t absolutely FLOODS. I almost moan, and before this point, no one had ever spoken to me like that, but I swallow it down, blushing as red as my hair, and reply, "I-I'm sorry, sir? What do you mean?"
"You. You're no better than a no good, nasty slut, callin' people all hours of the day to sell your scam vacuums. Why don't you get a real job? You probably suck more than they do."
Now, if I wasn't about to cum already, I would probably have been super insulted. No hate to sex workers, but the man MEANT to offend, and there was a part of me that was humiliated because of it. And that humiliation turned me on more than anything else I'd done up to that point. I should probably have hung up, but I had my appointment minimum for the day, and I wasn't thinking clear.
So I said, kinda quiet, like I was afraid of someone hearing me, "I am a slut."
Guy seemed pretty taken aback, and I thought he hung up, but then he answered, "Say that again."
"I'm a slut."
I hear some shuffling around on his end, and he asks, "Who else is in that office, whore?"
I hesitate, cuz I already told him exactly where I am with the intro spiel, and I only know what city he's in, IF his area code is correct, but I'm too horny to think, so I admit that I'm working alone, not even a manager, and the owner is out of town again.
He goes real quiet again, and eventually he tells me to strip. I ask him if I can keep the vibes, and he says yea and tells me to turn them up as high as they go, but I'm not allowed to cum until he does.
He calls me all kinds of names, and teases me whenever I ask to cum, and makes me feel like I'm living my purpose, hearing the slapping sound of him jacking off on the other end of the line, and eventually I can't hold back anymore, and I cum hard, and loud right before he does.
He tells me I'm slightly more useful as a fuckhole than as a salesbitch, but that I need more practice, and hangs up.
I kept playing until I got fired a couple weeks later. I kept hoping it would happen again, but no one caught me. Including my boss. I came on every damn surface that I could in that office, and I still wish the sales team had fucked me during one of their motivational meetings.