I realize that my readers must feel frustrated at this point; you were certainly expecting a story about the world of publishing and I only talk about my sex life. But appreciate that my sex life has driven my thoughts much more than my employment has, and that it has affected the quality of my work. And consequences will follow.
This part of the story starts a few weeks after the previous chapter, it's now March I really tried to focus on my job since then. If you do not remember, I am employed in a publishing company at a junior position and my job consists mostly in doing all the little tasks that bores everyone. It's basically like a secretary, only more unpleasant. I spend most of my time preparing administrative documents, arranging appointments, posting the mail -- just posting it, not even typing it -- and I even had to replace the receptionist when he was absent. The only task they do not give me is making the coffee, and that's only because I make a terrible coffee!
It had to happen, and it did happen, I was summoned by human resources. At first, I was hoping that it would be a joke from Pierrick, a part of me even believed -- briefly -- that I would get promoted, but I quickly had to face reality when I saw my interviewers. They were three, one man and two women, and I can tell from their face that pleasure is for them a foreign language. They make me seat and start by telling me that my standard six-month trial period comes to its end, and it's time to assess the situation. At that moment, I know that it's not going to end well. They begin with some compliments on a few trivial things before quickly firing at me about my frequent mistakes, my repeated lateness, I even have an insinuation about my naughty games, but they do not get into details. And I prefer not to ask what they had seen.
Fifteen minutes later, I'm free to leave the building and go home. It's a hard blow to take, even if I entirely acknowledge that they were totally right about everything. They could have charged me even more actually. On these six months, I rarely had any fun in what I was doing, and I never had the feeling that any evolution would make things more interesting. When I was looking at my direct coworkers, their job seemed just as boring, just more complicated and more stressful. I know you have to start at the bottom, but I would not have spent so much time masturbating during my toilet breaks, or playing hide-and-seek-the-panties with Pierrick if I had felt a little passion in what I was doing. In the end, the only things I enjoyed there were the salary, the erotic opportunities and my meeting with Pierrick.
But it's still a difficult moment for me, I was not prepared for that. I'm still on the parking lot when I receive a call from Pierrick. He is at his window and looks at me, he says that he is sorry and he could not intervene for me. He tries to comfort me and offers to have dinner at his place soon, which I accept without much enthusiasm. I hang up and starts walking around at random, I don't want to go home but I have nowhere to go. My steps get me in front of Lola's sex-shop and I'm thinking that I could use a friend to clear my head. I feel a bit hungry too, so I visit the pastry shop nearby and buy a couple of chocolate éclairs. The sex-shop is completely empty, which is not a surprise given that it's still early in the day, so Lola lightens up when she sees me.
- Claire, what a pleasure, it has been so long!
- Hi Lola, so nice to see you! And I brought some éclairs!
- You had to choose a phallic pastry for your lesbian friend, have you? She says with a blink.
- They are not that big, I reply with a smile. No man would be proud to have an erection of that size. It's more like a very long clitoris.
- You know me so well Claire, let me show you how I treat a chocolate clitoris like that.
Putting words into action, she grabs an éclair and slowly starts to lick it, sucking the pastry as if it was an intimate friend. Then she bites the éclair and finds herself with some sort of vulva-shaped pastry from which flows a delicious chocolate filling. Lola puts herself on display as she demonstrates her cunnilingus skills to me, while I'm laughing my ass off as I see a chocolate beard growing from the mess that she is doing with the icing and filling. On my side, the eating is more traditional, even though Lola's show really added something to the sweet taste of the éclair. We start chatting and I tell her about my day and my new status of unemployed. It makes her turn serious in a flash and immediately tells me to spend the day here with her. She says that even if she cannot find me a job, she can at least put a smile on my face.
Lola has to stay near the counter in case a customer would come in, but she walks me through the lingerie section of the store and makes a selection of outfits for me to try. At first, I'm puzzled, since I know I will not buy anything today, but I realize that I'm actually enjoying it. I switch from one sexy outfit to another in the fitting room, sometimes a naughty set of clothes, sometimes just a sexy bra and panty, sometimes it's very revealing, I even get to try a latex suit. And every time I offer a sexy fashion show to my favorite seller. Sometimes, as I'm changing clothes, I hear a customer entering the store, at the beginning I was not really in the mood for a public show. Lola tries to help me by saluting the customer, giving me an oral indication on whether it's a man, a woman or a couple, and I soon feel a bit more confident and dare to show myself in front of some people. After a moment and with Lola's support, I am brave enough to leave the fitting room without even checking if someone is there or not.
It goes to a point where I end up leaving the fitting room entirely naked, just because I wanted to see Lola's reaction. She is obviously pleased and challenges me to put all the clothes I've tried back on the shelves, while being naked. If you have read my story so far, you already know that I love a kinky challenge when I'm excited and I spend a long time completely naked in the store, even after completing my challenge. I don't even hide when a couple enters the store, they are not too old, around thirsty years old I'd say, and I greet them as they are wandering through the store, asking them if I can of assistance. It's a weird situation; they seem to believe that I work here and they are amused and aroused by my nudity, and I pretend that everything is normal. Lola is still at her counter, watching us through the CCTV, I hope she is enjoying my performance! And she should as I manage to convince the man and the woman to buy more products than they originally wanted. They were just looking for some toys and they leave the store with toys and lingerie and lubricant and even a DVD. I made them believe that I appeared in a scene of a random DVD and they believed it. I thought it would just be a funny lie but they asked to take a picture with me -- each one pinching one of my nipples -- and they had me sign their DVD. How could I refuse, after all they spent because of me!
The afternoon goes on the same way, Lola never short on ideas and challenges for me, even some that I did not dare to accept -- she tried to make me go out naked. When Lola closes the shop at the end of the day, she insists that I stay with her. Now that she is not stuck by the counter, she wants her part of fun too! She brings me to the back of the shop where a small photo studio has been set up. She tells me that she is practicing to become a real photographer and she would like me to pose for her. She does not have to mention that it would be erotic photographs, I am already agreeing to be a model for her. After what she has done for me today, I just want to be nice to her.
My experience in photo shoots is limited to friends and family pictures, and what I've seen in the movies. But posing happens to be much more complicated than anticipated! First, Lola has to prepare the lights, she also puts on make up on me and asks me to start taking some poses for her. I thought she would have wanted me to undress for her but it's just the opposite, she wants me fully dressed for now. And I quickly realize that posing is not as intuitive as I thought. I have to find new poses all the time, I have to stay perfectly still when a picture is taken, the hardest part is to be aware of the relation between the camera and my entire body, especially my hands and what they cover and what they do not cover. Hopefully Lola does her best to make me feel at ease, as she takes dozens of pictures of me, maybe hundreds. And regularly, she makes me remove a piece of clothing.
I end up completely naked when she starts suggesting more daring poses. That's the part that I prefer and I really enjoy showing off my body from every angle. I spread my legs to reveal a very wet crotch, I turn around spread my ass to offer my anus to the camera, I take the most vulgar poses I can think of, hoping to please my beloved photographer. She does not even have to ask me to masturbate, it comes naturally and I caress my body while staring at the camera. My fingers travelling all over my body, diving into my vagina, digging into my butt hole, making my orifices gaping for eternity. I hope that Lola's camera is fully charged because I don't want to stop! But after a while, she congratulates me and tells me that the shoot is over.
- Claire, you were incredible! You were quite stiff at first but you quickly got into it. Most girls I've photographed had taken much longer to accept the camera. Some never managed.
