Skanky Town
Chapter 13 — Back to Work
There was a quick knock at Charlie Willingham’s door and when the hotel manager looked up, he found Sara McKinley standing there and looking at him. “Ah, Sara,” the man said. “Come on in.”
“You wanted to see me?” the girl asked.
“Yes, I did. Have a seat. I wanted to talk to you about that incident that happened the other day.”
The shop clerk looked at the hotel man even as she took her seat. “It won’t happen again, Mr. Willingham.”
“Oh, Sara. Come on. We both know that isn’t true.”
Sara wished she could tell the man that he was wrong. She wished she could tell the man that it really was all a fluke. She wished she could say it wouldn’t happen again, and she wished she could mean it. The only thing was she couldn’t.
It had started simply enough. A hotel guest had come into the shop looking for a bikini. That was hardly out of the ordinary. People did that all the time. Sometimes, it was because they’d left what they had at home. Sometimes, it was because they were looking for something different. It happened all the time.
But one thing had led to another, and before she’d known what was happening to her, she’d found herself practically undressing the other woman and then she was undressing herself, and it was like Mr. Willingham had said. This wasn’t the first time.
The police had come and they’d arrested her and the other woman. Susan, Sara thought. That was what the other woman’s name was. She hadn’t seen what had happened to Susan, but they’d taken her before the judge and they’d charged her with indecent exposure, and no, it wasn’t like that was the first time that had ever happened either. It was just that ... it was just that sometimes, she got these urges, and it was like she just couldn’t control herself.
Mr. Willingham had told her to take a couple of days off and when she’d tried to tell him that she didn’t want to do that, he’d told her in no uncertain terms that this was not a request.
So she’d done as he’d said and she’d taken a couple of days off and this was her first day back on the job and now here she was back in front of Mr. Willingham, and she was hoping that something bad wasn’t about to happen.
“Y-y-you’re not going to fire me, are you?”
“No, I’m not going to fire you, but,” and just as quickly as Sara had begun to let herself feel like maybe everything would be all right, just as quickly as that, she could feel herself tense up again, “but we’ve talked about this before. We can’t have you molesting the customers.”
“I’m really sorry, Mr. Willingham. It won’t happen again.”
The hotel man just waved that away. “I’m afraid I’ve heard that same old song one too many times before.”
It was true, Sara knew. The time with that woman had only been her most recent transgression. “What are you going to do?” Sara asked again.
The manager smiled. “Relax. I’m not going to fire you.”
Just the hint of an easing of the tenseness seemed to cross Sara’s face.
“But,” the man continued, “we have to do something.”
“I’m trying,” Sara said.
“I know you are, but I think I have a way to help.”
“What?”
“The problem, of course, is that you’re having sex with the customers in your shop. I’m sure you’d agree with that.”
Sara nodded.
“What you need this is something which keeps you from engaging in that unwanted behavior.”
Again, Sara nodded. That seemed obvious enough.
The hotel manager opened a drawer in his desk. “I was talking about this with Doc Welker and he had a suggestion. Do you know what this is?”
What Charlie Willingham had brought out was a little silver cylinder and a device that looked like some sort of remote control.
Sara shook her head.
“This,” said the man as he picked up the the silver object, “this is a vibrator, and this,” he said as he picked up the other part, “this is the remote that controls it.”
Sara nodded. She still didn’t really know what the hotel manager had in mind.
“Now what Doc Welker was suggesting was finding a replacement for the urges that get you in trouble. Do you understand?”
Sara shook her head.
“Doc Welker’s idea is if we give you something else to think about, maybe you won’t be so distracted on the job.”
“I don’t know,” the clerk said. “It sounds kind of crazy if you ask me.”
“How about we try it out and if this doesn’t work, maybe we can think of something else to do. What do you say to that?”
“I guess it’s worth a try,” the clerk admitted hesitantly. “This isn’t going to hurt me though, is it?”
“Quite the contrary,” the man said. “I think in the end you might find it rather enjoyable.”
“All right. So what do I have to do.”
“Well, for starters, the first thing we need to do is to have you close that door.”
“Why?”
The man just cocked his head but he said nothing.
“Fine,” the girl said finally. “Fine. I’m closing the door.”
“Good. Now I’d like you to come over here to my desk and I’d like you to remove your skirt.”
“Why?” the salesgirl asked again. “Because right now, this seems to be less about me keeping my job and more about you getting in my panties.”
The manager grinned. “It might be a little of both but I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“I didn’t say I minded,” the girl said. “I was just asking what it was for.”
“Well now you know.”
Sara slipped off her skirt. “What do you want me to do with this?” she asked.
“You can pretty much put that anywhere,” the man said as he got up out of his chair and came over to the salesclerk. “Now, let’s see what we have here.”
Sara couldn’t help but moan as she felt the man’s hand stroke her panties against her cunt.
“Oh my, someone is wet, isn’t she?”
Sara moaned again. Of course, she was wet. Who wouldn’t be. She was getting her pussy stroked right there in her boss’s office. Even with the door closed, still, someone could walk in at any time. Who wouldn’t be wet in a situation like that?
“Would you mind if I ...”
The hotel manager didn’t finish his thought but then he didn’t have to because his hands were finishing it for him.
“Mmm,” Sara moaned as she felt the man take her panties down. Mmm yeah. That was what she wanted.
Mmm, no, that wasn’t right. She shouldn’t be doing this. This was how things got screwed up when you started to have relationships at work.
He didn’t want a relationship, Sara corrected herself. He wanted to fuck.
Yeah, well, that could be a problem, too.
His hand was stroking her between her legs. “I see you’re wet,” the manager said.
Oh geez, Sara told herself. Just shut up. Don’t say anything.
“Well, you know how it is, Mr. Willingham. A girl has needs you know.”
“Maybe we don’t need to break you of your habit just yet.”
“What habit is that, Mr. Willingham?”
“Oh you know the one. The one where you show your pussy to just about anyone who wants to see it.”
“Not anyone,” the clerk said with a pout.
“Now, Sara,” the man said, even as his hand continued to stroke her between her legs.
“Not anyone,” the clerk whimpered but it was getting harder for her to believe her own words.
“Not anyone,” the hotel manageer questioned again even as he slid a finger into Sara’s pussy.
The clerk couldn’t help but gasp. “Oh, Mr. Willingham,” she moaned.
“Are you going to tell me you don’t want to do this?”
This was the time, Sara knew. This was the time where she should tell her boss no. This was the time to do it.
“I want you to fuck me, Mr. Willingham.”
Oh crap. Why had she said that. Worse yet, why had she said and she meant it. She shouldn’t be wanting this. She shouldn’t be wanting her boss to fuck her.
But she did, and there was his finger still there between her legs. “You want me to fuck you,” the man said even as his finger continued to tease her.
“I want you to fuck me, Mr. Willingham.”
The man pulled his finger free from her pussy and Sara couldn’t help but sigh at it’s removal. She didn’t want to like it, but she did.
She heard the sound of something that sounded rather much like the sound of a zipper being taken down and then there was a dull thud of something and she felt the man’s hands on her ass and then without warning, she felt his cock sliding in between her legs. “Oh geez, Mr. Willingham. Oh geez.”
“Yes?”
“I want ... I want ...”
“You want what?”
“I want you to fuck me, Mr. Willingham.”
She almost thought she could hear the man grin as he drove his cock even harder between her legs. “That’s what I thought you wanted,” the man said.
Sara couldn’t help but moan to herself. It didn’t matter what she should or shouldn’t do. She knew what she was going to do and what she was going to do was she was going to let her boss fuck her.
“Yeah,” the manager said. “Yeah, we both know what you want, don’t we? You’d do this all day long if you could.”
All day long, Sara thought. Yeah. That would be good. All day long.
“You’d fuck every customer who came in your shop, wouldn’t you?”
Oh God, Sara thought. She needed to fuck. She needed it bad.
“And it’s all because you need this.”
Sara couldn’t help but groan as she felt the man’s cock cum inside her and when it did, mmm, when it did, she could feel her body respond in kind. It was so good to have a cock cum inside her.
The hotel man left his cock buried between her legs until her cunt had finally drained him of his cum and it was only then that he pulled his cock free. “You see, Sara, that’s the reason you can’t be left to your own devices. You just have no will power.”
It had all been a test, Sara realized, and she’d failed the test.
“Now hold still,” her employer told her.
Hold still, Sara told herself. What else was she going to do? After all, he’d just proven to her that she didn’t have any control over herself. She might as well let someone let take the reins because obviously, she couldn’t handle it.
“Now this won’t hurt a bit.”
Sara gasped. Maybe not, the clerk thought, but whatever it was the man was sliding inside her pussy was cold.
“You okay?” the manager asked.
Sara nodded.
“That’s a good girl,” the man told her. “Now, how about we give it a test.”
Sara just laid there, draped across the man’s desk and wondering what was going to happen next when suddenly, her pussy was beset by the most intense feelings she’d ever felt.
As quickly as the feelings had started, they stopped. “Sorry about that,” the man said. “That was the highest setting. We don’t want to to turn you into a horny, little fuck toy now, do we?”
Sara was still gasping from the pleasure she’d felt and while her boss’s words registered on some level for her, there was a part of her that was asking if being turned into a horny, little fuck toy felt like that, was that really such a bad thing?
“All right, let’s slide this all the way down to the lowest setting, and now, let’s try this again.”
Sara moaned as once more, her pussy flared to life but this time at least, it wasn’t as bad or as good as the pussy-shaking hammering that she’d been subjected to earlier.
“How’s that?” the manager asked.
“Good,” the girl panted.
“Good, huh ... and how’s this?”
Sara gasped as the intensity between her legs grew again. It still wasn’t as bad as it had been before, but ...
“Are you about to cum?”
“Oh yeah,” Sara moaned.
“It’s okay,” the man said. “Let it happen.”
Sara moaned. Let it happen. What the hell did that mean? She didn’t have a choice. She was already there right on the verge. Oh geez, she was going to ... to ... oh fuck.
“Did you cum?” the man asked.
“Yes,” the girl gasped.
“Was it good?”
“Yes!”
The buzzing between her legs suddenly stopped and suddenly, Sara was once more in control of herself. “And do you need to go out and get yourself fucked now?”
Sara shook her head. “I’m fine now.”
“You’re fine for now,” the manager corrected her, “but we both know the longer you go without, the greater your need will build.” He handed the controls over to Sara. “Go ahead and try this out,” he told her. “Whenever you feel like you might need a little pick me up, just go ahead and zap yourself. Just remember what the higher settings can do. I’d stay away from them at first until you’re sure you can handle them.”
Sara nodded.
“And I want you to report back here every day before work so we can assess your progress. Is that understood?”
Sara nodded again.
“All right then. Put your clothes on and you can go.”
Sara did as she was told and minutes later, she was opening up her shop and she was getting ready for the day’s activities.
She still wasn’t sure about this and she still wasn’t sure this was what she wanted. After all, she understood the hotel’s need to not have sex on the job but it wasn’t like she didn’t want to ever have sex. What if the vibrator trick worked too well? What if she decided she liked doing that better than having sex on her own? She didn’t want that.
And then there was the idea of her pussy being under remote control. What if someone else got hold of the frequency? They could be buzzing her all day long. Not that that would necessarily be a bad thing, mind you, but she just didn’t want the decision to be in someone else’s hands.
And now that she thought about it, she wondered. Did the remote really work? Oh sure, it had worked in Mr. Willingham’s office, but what if it didn’t work here.
There was, of course, one way to find it out. She picked up the remote and she hit the button.
She couldn’t help but moan. Oh fuck. It worked.
They’d suspended her for three days after she’d been caught with that woman but someone had been in here working the shop. Whoever it was was sloppy, Sara thought. Here was some stuff that was out of place and there was a delivery that had come in and the box hadn’t even been opened. The least the person could have done, Sara thought, was to open the box and make sure it contained the right stuff.
She’d just opened the box and she was starting to take out bottles of suntan lotion when the door to the shop opened. The guy was kind of lanky and awkward, maybe 19 or 20, Sara figured. “Are you open?” the kid asked.
“Sure are,” Sara replied. “What can I do for you?”
“I was wondering if you sold any condoms.”
Sara froze. There was only one reason why a person would need condoms, and ...
And so what? It wasn’t like she was going to fuck every customer who came into her shop. “Sure do,” she told the kid. “Let me show you.”
Sara led the kid over to a rack and even as she did, she let a hand slide into a pocket in her skirt.
“Will there be anything else?”
The kid reached for a box of magnums and Sara felt her pussy twitch but that was all that happened. “No,” the kid said. “That will be all.”
For a moment there, Sara felt her hand twitch. She’d always liked guys with big dicks and it wasn’t the size, she told herself. It was something else. It was more the implication of what that dick could do to her, but it didn’t really matter because her pussy had stayed quiet. She didn’t need Mr. Willingham’s contraption after all. “Okay, if that will be all, I can ring you up over here.”
The boy followed her to the counter where Sara rang him up. He paid for his purchase and she gave him his change and absolutely nothing happened.
Sara smiled to herself after the boy had left. It was all so silly, she told herself. She didn’t need any help to control herself and that was exactly what she’d told Mr. Willingham.
Other customers came and went. Some were young and some were old. Some were good looking and others were not, but it didn’t really matter. Every time, the result was the same. They came and they went and not a one of them got fucked by Sara.
Around lunch, Sara closed the shop and slipped across the lobby to where the restaurant was. “Sara,” said one of the waitress’s. “Long time no see.”
She was pretty sure the waitress knew where she’d been but that didn’t mean she was going to tell her anything more. “I’ve been off,” she said.
“So I heard.”
What was that supposed to mean?
“You want the usual?” the waitress asked and Sara nodded. “All right. Go ahead and sit anywhere and I’ll bring it out to you.”
Sara slid into one of the booths and she slid the device out of her pocket. It was silly, she told herself. She didn’t really need this, and yet ...
And yet, she knew what she’d done, and there was a part of her that was wondering if anyone else was wearing one of these. Mr. Willingham had said it was something new, but did that really mean anything. Maybe he just said that so she wouldn’t be doing exactly what she was doing right now. Maybe he didn’t want her wondering who else might be wearing one of these.
Sara put the remote down on the table and almost immediately, she thought better of it. She didn’t want to advertise what she was doing.
The waitress brought her her salad and a glass of diet soda and Sara murmured her thanks. “It’s good to see you back,” the waitress said.
Sara nodded.
“I got to get back to work,” the waitress said, “but maybe we can talk later.”
Again, Sara nodded and the waitress walked away.
Sara ate her lunch in quiet but in the back of her mind, she was thinking about what had happened in the office. She took another bite of her salad as she continued to think about it. When Mr. Willingham had first turned it on, it had been on the maximum setting. She wondered ...
She took another bite of her salad. That was stupid, she told herself.
Yeah, but what if it wasn’t. After all, it had felt good.
Yeah, and she’d been totally consumed by lust. That wasn’t what it was for.
Yeah, but what if she did it anyway. What if she did it when no one else was around. She’d be able to get herself off and no one else would know.
That wasn’t what it was for.
Killjoy, she told herself. You never want to have any fun.
That’s not true.
Then try it out just once.
No.
Spoilsport.
Shut up.
You know I’m right.
I said shut up.
You know I won’t.
But I’m not listening.
You got no choice, her inner voice told her. You’ve got to listen.
By the time lunch was done, Sara was in a foul mood. It shouldn’t have been this way she told herself, but her mind just wouldn’t let it go and now that the idea was in her head, she was having a hard time getting rid of it. What would it hurt, her mind kept tormenting her. What would it hurt to just give it a try.
But she wasn’t going to do it, she told herself. She was halfway tempted to go to the bathroom and rip the whole thing out. The only thing that stopped her was that Mr. Willingham would be mad if she did.
By mid afternoon, the traffic through the gift shop had died down to no traffic at all. That was both good and bad. In the mood she was in, she was just as likely to snap at some customer just because she was mad at herself so it was good that no customer was there to hear her do that, but it was bad because it gave her more time to think about things that she really shouldn’t be thinking about.
She took the remote out of her pocket. It was easy. Right now, it was at the lowest setting, but just tick it up notch after notch after notch, and now ... now, it was at the highest setting, or it would be if I turned it on, she thought.
All you’d have to do would be to press this button here.
Of course, she didn’t press it ... but she wanted to.
The door to the shop opened and an older man stepped in. Older than her, that is, but not so old as to be her father, but he was kind of distinguished looking in a rugged, older guy sort of way. “Can I help you?” she asked.
“I hope so. I was looking for some newspapers.”
“Yes, sir. We have plenty of papers against the far wall.” God, this guy was hot and he had a fucking British accent that made him even hotter.
“You wouldn’t happen to have the London Financial Times, would you?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry, but we do carry the Wall Street Journal if that would work for you?”
“Hmm no. I was really looking for the Financial Times.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” Yeah, sorry. Sorry that you wouldn’t bend me over the counter here and fuck my brains out. That’s what I’m sorry about.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where I might be able to find a copy of the Financial Times?”
Sara shook her head in frustration. No. Couldn’t he see what she needed, but no, of course, he couldn’t ...
“Sorry to have taken up your time then, Miss.”
Nothing to be sorry about, Sara wanted to say. Just come on around the counter and fuck me.
“Good day.”
The man left the shop and as soon as he did, Sara’s finger mashed down on the start button on the remote control.
Too late, she remembered that she’d been toying with the remote’s settings. She felt as if she were about to cum. She wanted to cum. She wanted to cum right there in her shop.
There was still a part of her that knew. It was the device. All she had to do was turn it off, or at least she hoped that was all she had to do. All she had to do was ...
“Oh fuck,” she groaned as her pussy came. Damn, that felt so fucking good, but already her pussy was ramping up for another one. Oh fuck.
She was going to have to turn it off she realized or they’d be mopping her up off the floor with a sponge. She tried to focus on the little remote in her hand. All she had to do was ...
“Oh fuck.” Her body was wracked by another spasm of sexual energy and the remote slipped from her fingers. Worse, it skittered across the counter. It wasn’t quite out of range, but it might as well have been. There was no way she could get it now.
Oh fuck. There was someone in the shop. A man. He was asking her something but she was having trouble making it out.
Fuck. Why was he talking at all. Couldn’t he see what she needed?
“Are you okay?”
A British accent, Sara thought. Oh geez.
“I just came back,” the man said.
“Oh fuck,” the clerk groaned. Oh geez. Her pussy was so wet.
“Are you okay?” the man asked again.
“Do I look okay to you,” Sara moaned. “My pussy’s so wet and I need to be fucked so bad. Do you think you could help me?”
“I don’t know—”
“Please,” the clerk sobbed. “Please. My pussy’s so wet.”
“Well, never let it be said that I wasn’t available to help out a lady in trouble. What do you want me to do?”
“Oh fuck,” Sara moaned. “Come around the counter. Hurry.”
Sara knew the man was coming around the counter but she wasn’t even paying attention.
“Now what?”
Did she have to tell him everything, Sara wondered. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Come on. Fuck me.”
Oh geez, he was lifting up her skirt and now she could feel his hands on her panties. He had to know how wet she was, and now, oh geez, now he was taking her panties down. Should she tell him, Sara wondered. Should she tell him about the device in her pussy?
His hand was stroking her cunt. Oh geez, she was so wet. “And what have we here,” she heard the man exclaim.
Sara couldn’t help but moan as she felt the man slide a finger inside her pussy. Somehow, that just seemed to make her even hotter, to have a finger and a vibrator wedged up inside her.
“I think we see now why someone’s such a little slut,” the man said.
Well, that wasn’t the only reason, Sara thought, but she wasn’t going to tell him that.
“How about we leave that where it is.”
What did that mean, the girl thought. Was he going to leave her alone. “No,” she whimpered. “No, don’t leave me.”
She needn’t have worried because in the next instant, she felt the man’s cock enter her pussy.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Oh fuck.”
“I’d have to agree with that,” the man said, “I’ve never had my cock in a girl’s pussy while she was getting her pussy buzzed. I must say, it feels rather nice.”
That was a fucking understatement, Sara thought. It felt fucking great.
“Oh yes,” the man said again. “Oh yes.”
How many times had she come, Sara wondered. She’d lost count but she was cumming again.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah.”
He was cumming, Sara realized. He was cumming and it felt so incredibly great.
And the best part was he wasn’t stopping. Sara moaned again. Oh geez. He wasn’t stopping.
How many times had she cum that afternoon? Sara had lost count but the last thing the man had done before he left her there in her shop was to reach over and take the remote and finally turn the buzzer off and with her pussy finally relieved of the intensity she’d been forced to endure between her legs, Sara was finally free to slip off the counter where she landed in a crumpled mass behind the cash register, and her last thought before passing out was this was going to be tougher than she thought.