I woke late, I would need to rush in order to arrive at work even remotely close to my expected start time. First priority, I lit up a comforting cigarette whilst still lying in bed, drawing in a satisfying lungful and expelling a nice big plume. I studied the pretty rays of morning sunshine streaking through my swirling smoke which was now polluting the air. A number of further puffs quenched my craving, a lovely haze was backlit by the light leaking past the spartan curtains that dressed the small, old style window, all that dirty smoke expelled from my hot little body, nice.
The wet sensation between my legs reminded me it was that special time of the month, the glory of my womanhood! I remember being so very pleased when it first arrived as a pre-teen, proudly telling all my friends the wonderful news, being the subject of envy from the less mature girls that hadn't started bleeding. Adding to my maturity credentials I skipped pads and went straight to tampons. Such a fun novelty for a brief time.
It was the second day, when my girl's flow got serious, but on the bright side yours truly was assured that she wasn't pregnant again, abortions are such an unpleasant business. To the toilet post haste. I placed my little bum onto the seat, my tampon slipped easily out of my pussy with a gentle tug on the string. I briefly examined the waste product of my reproductive system, it was completely saturated, with meaty looking clots stuck to it. I drop it in the toilet bowl. Yes, I know, bad for the environment as well as the plumbing, I don't care, it's just so easy and convenient to flush the disgusting things away with the rest of my bodily wastes, I preferred to not have to touch them and deal with their disposal. A large amount of blood drained out after I had unplugged, quite impressive, I gently massaged my pelvic area to encourage the discharge. My bladder drained it's smelly liquid as I finished my smoke. I was really in need of a shower as I could smell my ripe pussy, alas there was no time, a wet wipe would have to do, then a new tampon was inserted. All done, looking down between my legs I observed the bloody mess below, my unsightly used tampon, the colourful plastic wrapper from the fresh one, as well as my ciggy butt floated in the crimson water that stunk with my strong morning piss. I flush, making the whole nasty ensemble disappear, my toilet now pristine again.
I donned my unattractive work uniform, the loose fitting pants and blouse mostly concealed my smokin hot little eighteen year old body, my tight little bum, perfectly flat abs and perky natural tits all disappointingly hidden from a world crying for beauty. To try and mask my period funk I sprayed myself with perfume, not that I cared too much, I enjoyed offending my cunty old boss, I took solace in the assumption that it had been many a year since her dried-up post-menopausal vag had bled or had a cock in it, I hoped she was jealous of my young, hot little fertile body.
"Good morning Mary, so glad you could finally grace us with your presence." My boss, Wendy, greeted me as I walked through the door.
"Yeah, sorry, had a little car trouble." I lied. She just looked at me, there no possibility she had believed my flimsy excuse, she just shook her head and focused her attention back to her laptop computer. Wendy ran an upmarket kitchen and homewares store, over-priced items for bored, rich housewives, well those that didn't order their stuff from the internet, I was amazed the business was still sustainable. I retained my employment mostly because my mother was her landlord, the two women had an unspoken agreement whereby Wendy tolerated my tardiness together with other minor transgressions, and my mum kept her rent low. "You can make up the time during your lunch break." She added, a purely punitive measure as it wasn't like we were exceptionally busy and losing a few minutes of my labour would make a difference to the business' bottom line. Her pettiness annoyed and angered me, I would find a way to inflict retribution.
Morning break time, ten AM. Wendy relieved me at point of sale, she was punctual almost to the second, probably trying to make a point, what ever. I went to the break room, hastily poured a mug of coffee and dashed outside for a cigarette. I caught the pathetic old pawnbroker dude watching me smoke, as he often did. His shop was just across the road. I made a point of taking a deep drag and smiling at him before exhaling a nice big plume, he was further acknowledged with a friendly wave. An exceptionally unattractive man, but I still enjoyed his attention, another lustful but unworthy male that enjoyed seeing a cute little teen puffing on a cigarette. Realising he had been caught out he turned away and pretended to be busy. Break time was over, I flicked by my ciggy butt and returned to the drudgery that was my job, feeling better as a result of the nicotine and coffee.
It was almost mid day and my stomach reminded my I had not eaten for sometime, having subsisted on ciggies, coffee, energy drinks, and alcohol during the preceding weekend, peppered with a few lines of coke. In addition to my stomach needing food, my smelly little puss cried out for attention again, her odor was now plainly obvious, anyone who had of been in my vicinity would have noticed the offensive stench emanating from between my legs. I feel the sticky juice leaking, obviously my poor little white fella downstairs had drowned in the red river. Time for my little pussy to purge it's nasty contents.
My shortened lunch break had to be taken early on account of my pressing feminine hygiene needs, Bitch Wendy hadn't questioned my request after I mentioned that I was having my monthly woe, which had likely already been noted due to it's odor. She screwed up her face in disgust, she would have considered it most un-ladylike to mention such topics, it pleased me that Wendy seemed offended. She had left the shop for the day after assigning her daughter Jo to cover for me. I retrieved a tampon and pack of wet wipes from my hand bag in the break room then proceeded quickly to the staff facilities located at the rear of the building.
To Wendy's credit the bathroom was excellent, the nicest part of store, it was adorned with quality updated fittings, newly tiled floor. A large, deep bowl American style toilet, scented soaps and lotion were available at the basin, the air had a pleasant floral scent. Best of all it was kept meticulously clean. I entered the stall and closed the door. I pulled my pants down, I hadn't bothered with panties this morning, then plonked my bum onto the seat.
I looked down at the curly little string dangling from my messy pussy, blood had soaked through most of it's length, I could tell it was going to be nice and messy! With just a gently tug the slick, soaked tampon started moving, I let it drop out of me into the bowl, in spite of the polite notice posted on the wall asking staff to use the sanitary bin. As with the morning a big gob of thick, dark blood trickled out once the tampon was expelled, again I impressed and proud of the large quantity of menses coming from my body.
