Carol was having trouble staying awake. Too many years in charity work had left her jaded. She had simply heard too many horror stories, too many lies, to be touched by it any more.
It was closing on thanksgiving and the line of people wanting handouts just grew and grew as the festive time drew near. She HATED holidays and the line of people seeking help, when they did nothing for themselves.
She took a slurp on her luke warm coffee and sighed. Carol looked at the man across her desk and tried to listen, but she just couldn't. It was the same story she had heard a few minutes ago, just from a new client. She was starting to feel like Scrooge. She hated the holidays, there was so much more work than normal and so many more sob stories, most of which were pure fabrication. She was much too young to feel so old!
Sometimes she wished just one deserving person would cross her desk so she could feel like she had really done something good, instead of just passing out more handouts to those who milked the system.
Someone had to listen to all these sob stories, but right now, she looked out the glass front of her office at the line of Clients waiting for a handout and she squirmed in her chair. Carol looked at the clock and watched time drag.
She had seen it all, heard it all and she was just plain tired. She was only 27 years old but she had spent every year since her graduation from college giving out hand outs. First she had worked for the County as a social worker and while there was too much work, there had been too little money and half the department had been let go in a cost cutting move (your tax dollars at play). She had managed to find a job with the ministerial association giving out food and shelter to those who were rejected by the county.
After a couple years of that, she had seen an opening at the Neighborhood Association and she had hoped that that would involve some really needy people she could really help, but alas, just more of the same. For the most part it had been the same faces going in a circle to get as much free as they could grab. Most of them needed the services, but only because they had decided to make begging for handouts their life work. They were too busy preying on the charities and government assistance offices to work or do anything for themselves.
Carol had hoped this job would be different but she still saw many of the same old faces, just telling revised stories. The new clients, most of them were men, and most told the same story. It was getting boring.
She remembered when Tony had recruited her. It was June and she was less busy at the Neighborhood Association than usual, when Tony had come in.
Tony was tall and dark and handsome, about the same age as her and with a flashing smile that warmed her heart. Carol had little time for men in her life, something she thought she should change. Which of course meant that she hadn't had any in several months and she was horny as hell!
At first, Carol had looked at Tony with the same jaded disinterest she felt about all new clients. But he had been coming to make a deposit not to seek her services.
Carol looked in the box Tony brought and began to laugh. A box full of vibrators. All shapes, all sizes, all colors, all battery types. For a second she wondered what she would do with them. Then a wicked thought flashed through her mind. She would have to test them all!
The laughter had given way to introductions, and then an invitation to dinner. Charity workers are not know for their high pay and so they had only gone to Burger King (it was still a night of free food and no cooking). Tony had made it special. Despite the looks from the counter people, he had brought a linen tablecloth and some candles. She had never had a candle lit diner at Burger King before.
Each time the pimple studded counter washer came by with instructions from management to eliminate the fire hazard, they had answered the intrusion with a chorus of "Bug off". It had finally turned into a joke which had all three of them laughing. They were just finishing their dinner when the manager himself came expel them.
Carol had looked into Tony's expressive blue eyes and tried to keep her eyes off the rather large bulge in his blue jeans. Between those two physical attributes, she had found herself desiring a more intimate contact between them. This boy was HOT and she wanted him.
He, had seen that desire in her and taken her to his shabby apartment. They had shared a bottle of cheap wine while they each described their respective charities. Tony had told her that he had an opening for a sexy girl like her. At first, Carol had had trouble trying not to laugh, but finally Tony got through to her and she began to see the real need for his agency.
Carol had listened to his enthusiasm and his fun outlook on life. She was enthralled by his passion for it. She fell for the look in his eyes. It didn't take her long to fall into his arms and admit her lack of recent sexual experience.
Tony had proven to be a wonderful lover. He took his time and excited her to a point she had never known. He had her on fire when he raised himself over her. She had expected to feel him enter her but instead his hand reached his cock and he just rubbed it around her clit, occasionally getting it wet from the dripping juices from her leaking pussy. She was going wild with desire!
"I think Carol needs some sexual salvation," he said to her in a seductive voice. Carol could only moan and rotate her hips trying to get him in her. "Are you sure, you wouldn't like to work for the Sexual Salvation Society?", he asked her.
"Oh My God," Carol had nearly screamed. "I'll do anything, just fuck me!" And he had, and well too! She, being a girl of her word had gone to work for the Sexual Salvation Society.
It was better than the Neighborhood Association, at least she had Tony's cock to entertain her on occasion, and all the vibrators she could handle! The stories were a little more entertaining than she had heard before, but eventually the stories wore out.
