Ok so I work in the men’s department of this crummy clothes shop, doesn’t mean I meet nice and decent guys. They’re either weird, gay, taken or a combination of the 3. I grab my black leggings, a top that’s a little tight against my breasts and my high top converse and throw them on after the quickest of quick showers, where I multitasked and brushed me teeth too (Hey don’t judge I’m pushed for time) I have to make a run for the bus but I get to work on time, I sort the till out as I do every morning, then we get some new trainee in and I’m left to teach her the basics, this makes the morning drag on by and I’m expected to do my normal job at the same time, unfortunately this means one minute I could be helping a gentleman (as we’re told to call them whereas this particular one was no gentleman! In fact he was bit of tosser!) then the next I’m running across the department because she’s done something wrong. I could have rocket powered skates and I still wouldn’t be as fast as I need. I’d seen it before, of course. Every night I’d watched her on the couch. It was nothing special, or so I’d thought. Turquoise colored glass with birds etched into it and some sort of writing in a strange alphabet meant to look mystical. She’d probably found it at a gift shop on a trip. Without ceremony she unsealed the Ziploc and upended it, dumping me along with the panties I had taken such pains to procure, into the box. The last thing I heard as I fell, seemingly forever, was her laughter, followed by two words.“Tick Tock.”A Year Later. 11:00 o’clock.She was sitting on the couch, facing the television, the only light in the room being that coming from the screen. I watched, full of dread, my face pressed against the thick turquoise glass. To either side of me dozens of men lined up as well. Just like me, their cocks were hard. Painfully hard. It always was when she masturbated. It would be for the next hour, growing more and more painful with each passing minute until I was on.
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