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I’ve never been happier to look at a schedule than during that time. If Alan or Sarah was working, I knew I would be having fun, either gossiping about the crazy sex they were having or having some of my own later that night. There was a issue though. Sarah and I both had boyfriends. In fact, I was living with mine. He was used to me not coming home after shifts because I’d crash with coworkers lots, but there’s no hiding the aura of having gotten double teamed by men like I did with Alan and Lou or getting the best head of my life from Sarah. He knew something was up. My main concern was putting it off for long enough that I’d get to enjoy my new sex life. In my head, he’d figure out, we’d argue, I’d promise to stop, and I would. Things would go back to ordinary. But it didn’t happen that way.

Part of the issue was that it wasn’t just Alan and me and Sarah anymore. Alan was still hooking up with that bitch Kay, but it was more than that. Everybody was noticing us sneak off to fondle each other during shift. Performance was slipping, but it was still within acceptable parameters. All sorts of guys had been hitting on me. Lou; I sucked his dick in his car every time he gave me a ride home, and I let him fuck in the back seat a few times, too. I played it cooler around Mike and Rick, but that didn’t work. Me and Rick ended up doing it in the abandoned bathroom upstairs way after shift once when we drank together. He really liked that I had a boyfriend. He’d talk about it when he slapped me in the face with his cock or spit on my tits.

Sarah was still the star of the show. She was in a LTR with her bf, so she was hosting frequently. Alan fucked her almost every night after work. He and Lou had double teamed her a few times. She had a threesome with Alan and Kay. That made me VERY jealous. I just couldn’t compete. She was sexually deranged. The hottest dirty talk I had ever heard. “Make my asshole your cocksleeve baby.” And she made good on it, too. She had a smaller ass than mine, and she said she was jealous of me, but she gave up the ass like it was nothing. She would suck dick behind the event hall… during shift. Based on what I’d overhear the boys talking about, she was the THROAT GOAT. She’d make them cum fast enough that they’d be back in the hall before break was over with a dreamy look on their face.

I didn’t want to be left behind. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be as nasty as her, I just wasn’t as innovative. When I get dick the most I can say is “holy fucking shit!” So I played to my strengths. I started thirst trapping more; I’d hide the posts from my BF and bask in the attention from men. Especially the men on shift with me. And when they DMed me about it I would take it further. Yeah, stupid. I’d sext all through the day. Dirty talk and pictures too, old ones I’d sent to my BF or new ones when I was feeling really spicy. My favorite was the one I took buck naked and bent over the sink in the staff bathroom, pointing to the hickey on my tit that Rick had left the day before. I almost got caught taking that one. By a manager, too.

Another great one was a video I took of myself rubbing my asshole. I was still a little scared of anal, but I loved having my ass eaten, so it was fun to play with. My BF saw that one, but I didn’t mention that I’d sent it to my group chat with Sarah and Alan already. Or that it had been taken on Lou’s phone originally.

The issue with being mistress of nudes is that it’s a lot more hard evidence than cum down the throat. If I had wondered about it properly I would have kept it to my coworkers. They had no reason to tell my boyfriend since they were sampling the wares of my throat on the regular. But I’d ONLY blocked my BF from seeing them online. Which meant that some of his friends saw them and noticed he wasn’t liking them. So they told him about it. And one night he went through my phone and saw all the pics he wasn’t seeing. The thirst traps and the videos of me smacking my naked ass in OUR bathroom. Not a good look, I admit. Not only that but he found the conversations with guys like Mike who were begging for me to swallow them… and how I was barely playing coy.

So yeah, he was mad. I got kicked out of our apartment. I don’t blame him. What I did was shitty. I should have ended things after the night of the truth or dare game.

But it wasn’t the end of the world. While I looked for a new apartment I stayed with Sarah. She had gotten me into this mess, so she wondered she owed me. Her boyfriend wondered my relationship had ended because of “different priorities.” Yeah, you could say that. The few times he did visit he didn’t ask many questions because he liked having two voracious women under one roof. So Sarah got away with it, but I didn’t. I was just glad to be fully, completely free.

It was around then that we discovered we weren’t the only slutty women on staff.

NSFW: yes

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