Store Clerks Raid the Stock After Hours

If you think because I work in a sex-toy store that I have the best job in the world, I would say you were right. When I graduated from college, I imagined myself getting some high-powered executive position, but all I saw were entry-level secretarial jobs. I took one, but couldn’t stand it. So when I went to my favorite adult store to buy a vibrator to help relieve some stress and saw that they were hiring, I immediately applied for the position. Lo and behold, the staff knew me as a loyal customer and trusted that I was familiar with their products. That was two years ago, and I have never been happier.

The best thing about my job, aside from the discount on toys and talking about sex all day, is that sometimes, when our boss is out of town, the girls and I throw little parties for ourselves after hours. She knows we do it and is fine with it, as long as all the customers have gone. We clean up, lock the door, and then head into the private back room. Last week, there were four of us because it was the weekend. Sometimes those busy days exhaust us, but sometimes they get us so giddy and excited we can’t even wait long enough to rush home and use our favorite toys. All of us usually have boyfriends, but they never mind if we indulge in a little girl-on-girl action once in a while—as long as we tell them all about our evenings later.

My friend Megan has a short pixie cut to complement her five-foot-tall body. She’s tiny, but incredibly energetic and acrobatic, and has the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever seen. She can take a lot, too, and that night was no exception. I’d no sooner picked out which toys I wanted to try than I turned around to find her stark naked, her bare breasts topped with pink, erect nipples. I was holding a toy in each hand, a tall silver vibrator and a double-sided red dildo, when she curled her index finger toward me. I was drawn toward her like a magnet and brought my treats over to her.

The other girls were still gossiping, but Megan and I were ready to get serious. I pulled her onto the couch with me, then turned on the vibrator and ran it over her nipples. They immediately hardened under the whirring touch of the toy, and she grinned at me. Her breasts are small in proportion with the rest of her body, but that doesn’t mean they’re any less sensitive. I let the vibe buzz against her buds while bringing the dildo to her pussy. I teased her with it, rubbing it along her thighs and pressing lightly against her wet slit, but not pushing it inside. “Please, Kate,” she said, her breath getting shallow as I turned the knob on the vibe, taking things up a notch.

I stroked her folds with the curved toy, getting wet as I looked at the other end of it, waiting just for me. “Soon, Megan, soon,” I assured her as I moved above her, taking the vibe and running it along her stomach while I humped the other end of the dildo. “I need to get undressed, so I’m gonna let you play with these for a minute—I’m sure you can figure out what to do with them,” I said as she took the toys from me.

Almost as soon as I let go, she had the dildo deep inside her and the vibrator jittering against her clit. She was rocking against the toys, her small body practically bouncing. I ripped off my clothes, then put on the harness I’d picked out that went with the dildo, before rejoining her on the couch. I tweaked her buds between my fingers, tugging and teasing them until she moaned. The dildo was still inside her, just hanging there, waiting for me. I gave one final pinch to her nubs, then took the cock out of her pussy and put it inside the O-ring of the harness, sliding one end of it into my pussy.

I looked down, seeing the toy protruding from my hips even as it invaded my hole. Then I pounced on her, getting on top and shoving the other end deep into her cunt. “Oh!” she cried out as our bodies slapped against each other, even though she was more than ready. This dual-sided toy was different from straightforward fucking with a regular dildo. I perfected a rocking motion as I pushed my hips against hers, knowing that we were both feeling the same kind of pounding in our hot cunts. Her tiny body jiggled beneath me, and she turned off the vibrator to focus on the sensation of getting plowed by my crimson cock.

Fucking Megan is always exciting because she holds nothing back. Instead of waiting for me to slam the dick into her, she reached down and began manipulating the toy, doing both of us at once with a few flicks of her wrist. Then she let go and flipped her tiny body over so I was facing her back and could see the huge star she’d had tattooed on her ass. I rammed the dildo into her as hard as I could, hampered because every time I shifted, waves of pleasure rocked through me. “Megan, you are so hot. I don’t know if I’m fucking you or you’re fucking me,” I said, as my orgasm overtook me, my cunt clasping tightly around the toy. I had to stop moving, my face flushed and my body trembling. I slid the cock out of her and replaced it with the buzzing vibrator, pushing the long, slim toy deep inside her. This time, I slammed it hard into her, letting its pulsations arouse her while she pinched her own nipples.

“Harder!” she cried out, and I didn’t hold back. I pulled the silver device out and then roughly pushed it back into her. I rocked against her, my pussy swelling again as I looked at the glistening toy probing her slickness. She was bucking up against the vibe, and I realized that I could set it to rumble more intensely. The minute I did, a wail erupted from her, and she pushed the vibe out of her pussy with the force of her orgasmic contractions. I marveled at the strength of her spasms and held one of her hips down with my hand before shoving the toy back into her. “Yes,” she moaned as the vibe refused to be stopped, wringing every drop of juice out of her.

After her climax, I looked over to see Lauren and Mandy entangled in a lusty embrace. Lauren is as girlie as you can get. She styles her blonde hair fashionably and always wears the perfect outfit and makeup. Her naturally stunning looks aside, she’s one of our most successful salesgirls. That night she was riding high after having sold our most deluxe toy—a fur-trimmed vibrator—to a well-heeled debutante. Lauren decided to use her generous commission to purchase a riding crop with the image of a cat on the business end and pink furry handcuffs. She presented these to Mandy, who loves nothing more than punishing a deserving bad girl.

Mandy grabbed Lauren’s wrists and fastened the cuffs around them so they rested against the small of her back. Then she moved her near us, pushing her head toward the couch while we made room. “You know, Lauren, some girls like to celebrate when they’ve had a good day at work, but not you—you like to get smacked,” she said, smiling wickedly as she took the crop, its head a combination of leather and suede. These girls had been playing this way for years, so she didn’t bother warming up Lauren’s ass. Instead, Mandy simply started in on her, the loud whacks punctuated by cries of pleasure from Lauren. Somehow, she still manages to look sweet and demure, even when her ass cheeks are turning red.

Lauren turned to us, smiling in between sighs, as Mandy made sure that her superstar salesgirl’s ass was dutifully rewarded for all her hard work. The noise seemed to have a stimulating effect on the whole room, and soon my dildo was back inside Megan as she turned me over and coaxed it into her cunt. We pumped against each other to the sounds of Lauren’s spanking, four happy girls who love their jobs—and the fringe benefits. Lauren’s handcuffs jingled noisily as she jerked all around, her greedy ass taking blow after blow. Mandy finally paused, leaning down to kiss Lauren’s reddened skin and then lick her steaming cunt. She gobbled up Lauren’s juices as she came against her friend’s mouth, and then Lauren, still cuffed, did the same for Mandy, kneeling in front of her and tonguing our favorite spanker until she gushed. Megan and I each climaxed quickly after that. I was glad I’d used my employee discount and was looking forward to taking my new crimson plaything home with me.

While some people relax with a nice cold beer after work, we like to relax in our own special way. None of our customers would guess from our daytime demeanor that we have these all-girl sex-toy parties, and we like it that way—if they knew, they’d surely want an invitation.

—Ms. Kate V., Via Email