Night Shift

by Joanna Angel

  “Now just relax! Feel around a little.” Maya jerked her hand around, she sort of looked like she had a nervous twitch. But she was gaining more comfort in her own way, and at her own pace.

  Krissy left Maya to her business and quickly stripped off all her clothing. I don’t know how she did that. Were they Velcro? She was definitely an exhibitionist, so maybe it was all practice. She bared her nakedness proudly, her perky, small boobs, tight stomach, and creamy-white skin gleaming enticingly under the soft lights. Her mess of pastel, multicolored hair was pulled up into a chaotic bun; she was art erotic. She sauntered over to the stripper pole, and began to dance around it to the tune of her own drum and bass song in her head that was most likely mixed and remixed by Jimmy. I hoped that lucky bastard appreciated what he had with her.

  Meanwhile, Maya worked up the courage to pull her jeans slightly down. Not down to her ankles, but to her thighs. I could see her fingers move around like bugs underneath her cotton panties. Her dark pubic hair stuck out from the sides. Her glasses were beginning to fog up. She breathed quickly in and out and in and out. Krissy stopped pole twirling for a second to check on her, and clapped in approval at the sight, like a proper masturbation elf helper. On the other side of the room, Lucy continued to thrust away, hitting her inside with the round side of the toy. I could hear the wet moisture coming from her vagina. Her pussy lips looked so hungry; so many layers of meaty flaps clenched onto the silicone steel toy, swallowing it like a straw. It was so hot to watch.

  Suddenly, Krissy stopped dancing, grabbed her Hitachi wand, and walked over to Maya, a devious look in her eyes. She grabbed Maya’s hand and pulled it out of her underwear, replacing her manual stimulation with the whirring Hitachi. Maya’s eyes lit up, she let out a loud noise, and I could see drops of moisture sweating through the cotton. Finally.

  Elated, Krissy confidently wrapped her naked legs around Maya’s crotch, so that the Hitachi wand suspended between them, vibrating them both. Krissy took Maya’s hands and placed them on her tiny nipples.

  “You can squeeze them, bite them, slap them, do whatever you want,” Krissy said with a smirk. Maya smiled; she was on a sensory overload. Their legs tightened up around each other; Maya’s panties still on. Krissy hit a button on the wand and upped the speed on it, making it stronger and stronger. Their moans got louder and more simultaneous. They were beginning to morph together into one orgasmic creature.

  I watched everyone and got lost in the entertainment, forgetting about my own pussy for a moment. Or so I thought. My hand reached down and I was incredibly wet, and it wasn’t from the lube. I was aroused. The mixture of different personalities coming together and cumming together was just so sexy.

  I grabbed a rabbit masturbator. I learned that my pussy was a bit stubborn and needed both clitoral and internal stimulation at the same time, so those rabbit toys were perfect for me. The little tentacle at the end tickled my clit and then the vibrating dildo pulsed against my G-spot. It was a multitasking toy that paired perfectly with lube and some imagination, but today I didn’t need any imagination because I had a fantasy happening before my eyes. I still held onto Lucy’s hand, I whispered to her, “Cum for me. I want to see you cum. I want you to cum.”

  I could tell she was getting close. Perhaps, with her marriage situation being what it was, she wanted someone to give her permission or encouragement to climax. I don’t know. I really did want to see her cum, her body was so thirsty for an orgasm. Her pelvis shook, she thrusted the toy so deeply and strongly inside herself I was worried it might break in half. She held my hand tightly. My own vagina got looser and looser and welcomed my rabbit masturbator deep inside me. Harder and harder she went on herself, her legs began to shake and her toes wiggled around. Her large thighs were wet with sweat and pussy juices dripping down from inside her. She let out a loud, deep moan, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, she held my hand tighter and tighter, and, yes! She was cumming. It was a long climax, I think this was multiple orgasms. She jolted and quivered, again and again, and finally melted into the couch. She slowly took the toy out of herself and it was covered in thick, beautiful juices. I was so happy for her. She smiled, and said, “Thank you.” She rested her eyes, and sat in a post orgasm coma, in her frilly costume.

  Meanwhile, I was inspired. I took some lube and put it all over my vagina and ventured further down to my other hole. It was uncharted territory. There was an unflattering ring of hair around my butthole. I never noticed it until now. It wasn’t terrible, I suppose my razor just needed to go further than it was.

  My vagina felt incredibly relaxed, like it took its own tab of acid and was in a lucid state. The rabbit toy really heightened the erogenous nerves all over my lower area. I felt like I could touch the side of my thigh and it might work me up to an orgasm. It was like I plugged my body into an erotic wall socket and I was one wet vagina from head to toe. That was perfect; it was time. I took the little butt plug and placed it at the entrance to my anus. I pushed, just a little. To my surprise, it slid right in! Krissy glanced over at me and cheered, like she had some kind of Jedi anal super powers, with the ability to know when anyone anywhere was sticking something inside their ass. I enjoyed her encouragement.

  It was a neat feeling—with a dildo in my pussy and a butt plug in my ass, I felt stuffed in a wonderful way. They felt like special gifts inside me. My clit, my G-spot, and now the inside of my ass were all being massaged at once, and I felt wonderful. The butt plug fit so nicely inside! It was snug and stayed put while I pampered my pussy.

  I looked over at Maya, who had taken possession of the Hitachi all to herself! She still wasn’t confident enough to take her panties off but you could see parts of her pure pussy sticking out from the sides of her panties. I wish I had come to something like this before I had sex for the first time. I would have been so much better at it. I don’t know when the hell I will ever have sex again or who it will be with, but I know it will be entirely new next time it happens. I’m basically a born-again virgin, who recently found dildos and lube instead of god.

  Krissy was vigorously using her fingers. She clearly knew what to do. We were all hard at work, touching our own respective pussies in our own ways, and I was getting to understand my ass a bit. Maya looked so doe-eyed. She was getting close, I could tell, but she panicked and took the Hitachi off her clit.

  “Don’t stop!” Krissy yelled. “You’re scared! Just keep going, it will feel so good!”

  She grabbed the Hitachi and raised it to the highest decibel it could go, placing it back in Maya’s hand. A devious smile appeared on Maya’s face; she had definitely never felt anything like this before. She breathed in and out, and adorable, high-pitched moans came out of her mouth.

  Krissy rubbed her own clit with one hand, and used her other hand to stuff a few fingers inside her pussy. I let the rabbit do its job inside and outside of me, while the butt plug filled up my asshole.

  It was like the ending of a magical fairytale; we all looked at each other, and motivated each other. Even Lucy woke back up and rubbed her clit, too, for good measure. It was so beautiful. And one, two, three, like someone conducting an orgasm orchestra, one after another, we finished.

  I was first, a giant amazing dual orgasm on my inside and out. My pussy loosened while my ass tightened up on the little plug. I looked down and loved the way my decorated ass looked. It was so cool! Like a big crescendo, my body built up and let go. Lucy held my hand as I came.

  Then was Krissy’s turn. Her masturbation reminded me of the men I had spied on in here. It’s like she was jerking off, and then came when she felt like cumming. Men asserted a sense of control over their orgasms in a way that women didn’t—except Krissy had this control. She was cumming because she wanted to cum, while for the rest of us the orgasm came when it was ready. It was like she could push a certain button on her clit and let out an orgasm.

  She shook her fingers furiously at the top of her clitoris, and shook and shook and let
out incredibly glamorous sounds from her mouth. She was truly sexual. She stared at me, she stared at Maya, she continued to climax and her eyes went to the back of her head.

  Finally, it was Maya’s turn, the climax of our climaxes! She wasn’t nearly as graceful as the rest of us, but it was just so damn exciting! Her very first orgasm and she was giving it to herself. Such a wonderful, powerful thing was happening before my eyes. The Hitachi vibrated on her so strongly, and she thrust herself against it, pushed herself into the white pulsating ball as hard as she could, and let out a big cry. It was so raw and innocent, she looked like she was in pain and pleasure simultaneously. It continued for several minutes, while we all cheered her on.

  “Let it all out!” Krissy said. She was so horny for her innocence. It was incredible.

  We came and we came. It was an unforgettable experience of mere strangers coming together. It was like we entered some kind of sweat lodge and were blessed by a shaman, only we were actually in a working-class city forty miles outside of Tampa in a sex shop. But everything is relative. This was my own kind of spiritual awakening.

  We laughed and looked at each other. We gathered our clothing, speechless for the moment, all reveling in the power of pleasure we shared.

  “Good job, ladies!” I said. We all couldn’t stop smiling. My orgasm summer camp experience turned out better than I expected.

  Now it was time to go back out into the “real” world. My real world isn’t quite like everyone else’s—it consisted of lingerie, fluorescent lighting, and sleep during the day time. Everything was pretty surreal at the moment. But regardless, the night turned out to be a success!

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  Continue with Taryn in this fantasy, Click Here.

  A few hours later the store was silent. Krissy went home, to meet Jimmy probably, and I’m sure they were doing some kind of uppers and engaging in incredibly acrobatic sex. Lucy reunited with her grumpy husband. Maya went home happy, having purchased two Hitachi wands, along with a porn DVD that caught her eye!

  With the seminar/workshop/whatever over, my brain had climaxed. My big project that I had been thinking of for so long was done! Not only that, but it was a roaring success.

  So of course, the question started looming in my mind: What do I do next? Start planning the next class? Should this be a monthly thing? I had no idea. My boss hadn’t been around in a while so I didn’t have anyone to pat me on the back, or scold me. I wonder what Dr. Erica would have thought of this class. Would she ever masturbate with her students?

  It was 3:30 A.M. I had about five more hours of work left. I began looking through some wholesale catalogs that I took it upon myself to request. I looked at the prices of different products; I now had a vague understanding of which sex toys were worthwhile and which were a rip-off, so it was easier to pick out new items. If I ordered some different products there was a chance that could trickle into different kinds of customers coming into the store. If I had more of these classes, I bet it could lead to more sales for women’s toys. From seeing what products customers spent money on and what prices they had shear panic attacks over, I had a pretty good idea on what price range we could be comfortable with. I realized some of the products in the store were marked up too high from the wholesale price and some products weren’t marked up high enough. Sandy had to be losing money off some of these products—and it was probably just due to mislabeling the prices or forgetting what she paid for them or something. I mean, the “Orgasmic Thrusting 7-Speed Rabbit Vibrator” that just a few hours ago got me off so nicely was being sold here for thirty-four dollars and its wholesale price was thirty-two. That makes no sense! We should be making more than a two-dollar profit when someone wants the option to masturbate at seven different speeds. I took it upon myself to reprice it at sixty-four dollars and ninety-nine cents.

  I wasn’t making a commission off the novelties so why did I care so much? I don’t know. But I did. I had this new, deep concern for the lack of orgasms in Pasco County, Florida, and I think this store could solve the problem.

  I began my routine floor sweeping around 4:00 A.M. I felt like I mostly just circulated dust around the store as I did it, rather than actually pick anything up; my mind was on so many other things. At 5:00 A.M. I decided to re-lace up all the corsets in the store. They were looking a bit sloppy. I couldn’t help but imagine Lucy stuffed into one of these bad girls, her breasts puffed up beneath metal boning and lace; an alluring thought, for sure.

  Around 6:00 A.M., the doorbell rang and in walked Sandy wearing a tight black top, bright red pants, black patent-leather heels, and fuck-me red lipstick.

  “Sandy!” I ran over and gave her a hug. “Where the hell have you been?!”

  Before she had a chance to answer, Amir walked in behind her, grinning stupidly. He put his arm around Sandy and gave her a peck on the cheek.

  “Well hello, Amir.” I paused. “Good to see you! Your pills haven’t come in yet. I’m sorry.”

  “Oh, that’s okay. They’re not even available anymore. They were already pulled by the FDA.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry about that.”

  Before I could register what was happening, Amir pulled Sandy’s face toward him and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips—one that would have definitely qualified as “first base” in middle school. After a few seconds of aggressive tongue, Sandy pulled away.

  “Well Taryn,” she said breathlessly, gesturing at Amir. “This is where I’ve been.”

  My shock manifested in the form of an open-mouth, wide-eyed stare, and too many questions that caught in the back of my throat.

  Amir looked like a cross between a rapper and a forest ranger, with baggy pants, high-top sneakers, gold chains, a green khaki drill sergeant hat, and a flannel top, with his little bun on the top of his head. He had lipstick all over his face, his man bun, a collared shirt, and black pleated pants. He was about a foot taller and twenty-five years younger than Sandy, who firmly stuck to her own style of skin-tight clothes in black and bright colors. They were completely mismatched.

  “We’re in love!” Amir announced, putting his arm sweetly around Sandy’s shoulders.

  “After thirty years of dating and two marriages,” said Sandy, “I’ve found my soulmate.”

  “Wait—how did this happen?” I asked.

  “Well,” Amir started explaining. “I showed up to my ‘date’ and—it was Sandy.”

  “Holy shit!” I couldn’t stop laughing. “Sandy, you were catfishing him?”

  “I’m not really sure what that even means.”

  “It means you tricked him online by saying you were someone you weren’t. Sandy, that’s pretty sneaky. You must have spent a lot of time on this!”

  “For a while I thought I would never blow my cover. I thought I could just keep coming up with excuses not to meet him. It wasn’t something I planned, honestly! I just wanted to give him some confidence in himself. He was working so hard, and so selflessly, and I thought he deserved it, a nice, pretty girl giving him attention. But then...we started talking, actually talking, about life and plans and dreams. Taryn, Amir is amazing!” Sandy snuggled against her beau, showing sugary sweetness I’d never seen from her before. Amir blushed.

  “We formed a true connection over those chats; I knew I loved him and I had to let him know. I couldn’t keep waiting anymore. We made plans to meet at the county fair. I got there and I saw him looking around for the girl in the photo, and I just walked up to him and... “

  “She kissed me right there, didn’t even say hello,” said Amir. “But at that moment, I knew she was the one I’d gone there to meet. She was everything I’d ever needed, and everything I’ll ever want.”

  “And so, you know, we kind of disappeared for the last few months. The sex is—”

  “Okay, I get it!” I interrupted.

  Sandy started sliding her hand down Amir’s chest. “His cock is just so perfect!” A
mir grabbed her hand before she could go further.

  “I know!” I laughed. “I’ve seen it. So, Amir, are you still, uh, what was that called again? Jocking?”

  “Jelking!” He seemed offended. I had been so focused on vaginas the past month, I kind of forgot that penises existed. Amir’s was actually the only cock I had seen in the past few months, aside from ones that plugged into the wall or attached to holsters. I had to agree with Sandy— Amir had himself a nice cock.

  “I help him with the jelking!” Sandy said excitedly.

  “She’s got all the right moves,” Amir gushed. “It’s grown two quarters of a centimeter since she came along.”

  “Wow. That’s true love right there!”

  They kissed again and he grabbed her ass. They looked so wrong, yet so right.

  “Well, Sandy,” I started. I finally had her here, and needed to tell her what I’d been up to. Would she be mad? “I wanted to catch you up on some things I’ve been doing with the store.”

  “Yeah, sure,” she said distractedly, rubbing Amir’s chest.

  “I just—sales are good. I organized a workshop and it brought in some new customers; I hope that was ok! It went really well, and I got some sales out of it. I think it would be great if we could order some new products, like these.” I picked up the catalog with Post-it notes poking out of a third of the pages.

  “Actually Taryn, I wanted to talk to you.” She briefly tore herself away from her lover and looked at me hopefully. “I’ve been running this store for over thirty years. It’s the love of my life. Well, it was the love of my life, until now. I can’t imagine where I would be without it.”

  “Of course.”

  “But I could use a break, to be honest. I kind of can’t focus on anything right now but Amir’s growing cock.”

  “Oh! Well, I guess I can pick up more hours, but honestly, I think we’d need to hire another person, so I can at least get some sleep. But I do have ideas on that front—”