Work

It's 8:30 by the time I get to the Glory sex toy factory where I work. 

Being thirty minutes late was already bad enough. Being thrirty minutes late after losing a girlfriend was worse.

I had barely settled in my tiny cubicle, to do some paperwork before getting up on to do the physical work by ten, when I'm on duty when I felt a hard pat on my back.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't fire you right this moment!" 

I turn around to see my manager with his huge arms crossed around his chest, as he frowns heavily at me, his distain for my lateness could be seen all over his face.

"I'm not in the mood Ben. I just lost Stella…," I informed him, shaking my head at my manager and bestfriend who joked about everything including work.

He instantly bursted into laughter chuckling out loud, loud enough for others around my cubicle to hear, before he continued to talk in his usual tone, without making any efforts to lower it.

"It was only a matter of time. She lasted longer than the others right? I mean, I 'm sure it was a shock to discover that a cock can actually fuck you to death,"

At that point, I couldn't help but lower my head a little, as I felt a few people turn to stare at me.

It was obvious that they were paying rapt attention to our conversation.

"That's not what happened," I countered, looking at the papers in front of me, and shuffling them together even though I had no intention of touching them anytime soon.

"Really? Then tell me what happened then,"

"No…" I told him in a clear and firm tone, looking around as I did, trying to communicate that we were at work and it wasn't something we could openly discuss.

"No, you can't speak because that's exactly happened or No, you don't want to explain because I'm right and there's nothing to say?" Ben asked and I instantly knew that if he continued, he wouldn't let it go.

"No, I'll come to your office later to report my findings to you," I replied in a professional tone, and Ben merely chuckled, undoing an additional button on his shirt right before winking at the woman's cubicle right in front of me.

Her name is Anna and I watched her blush scarlet as she stared right down Ben's shirt almost like her eyes were begging for more.

"I expect you to come to my office by noon. Your shift should be over by then," Ben said in his best managerial tone even though, I couldn't tell whether or not he was talking to me, or Anna, whose shirt was just as open as Ben's own.

The only difference was that her boobs we're almost on full display, as she wiggled them slightly for attention, her eyes straying slightly to mine as she clasped her hands in front of her and squeezed slightly, just enough to squeeze them further out of her bra.

Anymore and I was confident that I would be able to see her nipples.

I heard Ben lick his lips, and I couldn't help but gulp as I imagine how they would look even as I bent my head back to the papers in front of me.

I touched them and scrolled past each word with my pen, without reading a single word.

"I can't get hard at work…I can't get hard at work," I muttered to myself as I continued to stare at the sheets in front of me, slowly focusing my attention on the numbers on them until they were all I could think about.

I worked at a sex toy factory, and the dressing was pretty lax as long as the people assigned to a particular job did it well, something I was thankful for since it meant that we didn't need to wear suits or formal clothing.

I was good at my job, or I was hardworking enough to be considered a good worker.

The time for my shift came and I stood up to leave. Arranging the plastic dildos and butt plugs were something I quite enjoyed.

Simply by putting specific tails on them, and I could easily imagine a woman's butt being pluged with a cat butt plug, as she wiggled her butt back and forth, while I'm pounding ber from behind in preparation for her asshole being filled.

I sighed and dropped the plug I'd been fiddling with in my hand.

"Kong…you're not a pervert," I thought to myself mentally slapping myself to concentrate on the work, I currently had to do without allowing my mind wander back and forth.

I continued working at my given station and the moment I was off duty, I packed up and left, allowing the person after me to replace me before heading straight for Ben's office.

I was a little heartbroken since I had high hopes for Stella, after we had sex the first time and the second time. 

At a point, I was sure that she was the one for her, only for her to suddenly break up with me.

Ben's office was located on the tenth floor of the factory and getting there was easy as long as I took the elevator, compared to when I once needed to take the stairs when the elevator was out of commission.

I walked quickly with hopes that we could both go to the cafeteria for lunch where I would be able to unload all my troubles on him, only to get in front of his office and find it deserted.

"Where is his secretary?" I wondered to myself, confident that everytime I came to see him, she was always sitting in front, especially since secretaries had a different break time compared to everyone else.

I looked around what was supposed to be her office, which was the small space before the door that led straight to Ben's own.

"Should I just go straight in?" I thought to myself, knowing Melissa enough to know how seriously she took her job, and how she wouldn't want Ben finding out that she had stepped out, outside of her work hours.