Long weekend vacations are nice. Exactly what you need to mentally unwind. By taking Thursday and Friday off last week, I had four days of relaxation and enjoyed it very much. Work Monday morning came far too quickly, but even that was a nice change from the weekend so I can't really complain too much.
Wendy was a bit late coming in, and seemed a bit odd when she said hi. She seemed embarrassed for some reason and just sat at her desk doing some paperwork. Usually, our service tech intern is very outgoing and friendly, and first thing in the morning will take a trip around the office and see who needs a bit more of a morning perking up beyond their first cup of coffee. She usually logs a dozen oral calls in the first 90 minutes on a Monday morning. She was also dressed more conservatively usual. I had talked to her about dressing down a bit last week, and she seemed reluctant to do it. She enjoyed her low cut blouses and short skirts, saying that both helped give her easy access when Servicing someone. She wasn't even wearing her normal high heels to show off her legs.
I started to get worried that someone had taken someone had taken advantage of my being gone and done something they shouldn't have. A quick check over the service logs from Thursday and Friday showed a lower-then-normal number of calls. And then I noticed that the number was slowly going up. She must have been busy last week if she had gotten behind on her activity report.
"How were things while I was gone?" I asked her. She was startled from her typing, and answered quietly "Um... it was busy. There were a lot of Servicings. I'm still getting caught up with logging them."
"So I see. Any problems?"
Wendy turned red and couldn't look me in the eye as she said "Well.. no real problems. Everything went well. I serviced everyone that came in. The only kinda problem was... um... I ah... kinda ... lost control." The blush deepened, and she said very quietly "And it kinda happened so that everyone knows about it."
Ah. Now I understood why she was uncomfortable. One of the important aspects of Servicing is that you are there for your partner's enjoyment and release. Not your own. For most male service tech, reaching orgasm means that you need a set refractory period before you can begin Servicing again. For female service techs, they can grow over-sensitive and need a cooling off period. So you make an effort to control your orgasm, so you aren't a limiting factor in the Service. That control is fairly legendary among the profession, and it is not unusual for someone to make an effort to cause the tech to lose it. Making a tech orgasm is huge bragging rights for the person responsible.
Of course, there are exceptions. Sometimes, someone will request that they be allowed to felate a service tech to orgasm. They enjoy the sensations and the act, or the taste. So that is different, though uncommon.
Wendy's losing control definitely is a bit of embarrassment for her. Making a service tech orgasm is like being able to correct the IT person on a computer issue, or tell an auditor they made a mistake. It is being able to show that you can beat the pro at their own game. Of course, no one is perfect and everyone makes mistakes, but being able to say you made the woman who never comes orgasm is a pretty high point. And knowing that everyone knew she lost it just makes it that much worse.
"I see." I said. "How did that happen? And happen so that everyone knows?"
She got quiet and still couldn't look at me. "Well... I was here in the office and John and Larry came in. They said they had to head out to a customer meeting shortly and wanted Servicing before they took off. They asked if... um... the Service could be done at the same time so they could get there on time. I hadn't Serviced two before- well, outside of the couple times in school where we had to try it for class. But I couldn't think of a reason not to and they were in a rush, so I said ok. I bent over the service bench to take John orally and Larry vaginally."
The service bench is a helpful piece of equipment. It is about waist high and adjustable so it can be raised or lowered with a switch. It is padded with rounded edges so you could lay on it comfortably. And it has all sorts of attachments from vibrators and massaging units to cameras to restraints, depending on what you wanted. Anything and everything you would want to make Servicing easier.
"They were in a rush, so they went fast. John took out his cock, grabbed my head and pulled my mouth over it. He had a handful of hair to guide me bobbing up and down on it. At the same time, Larry pulled my skirt up and just rammed his cock in. Hard. You... ah... remember how I told you that I kinda like it hard at home? But that no one here really pushed the right mental buttons? These two taking me hard like that hit all the buttons. And kept hitting them. I was able to control it, but just barely. And then Larry started slapping my ass. After the second hard slap, I couldn't help myself. I wasn't Servicing them anymore. I was fucking them. I came hard after Larry slapped my ass again, screaming around John's cock. Larry knew what happened and started in even faster. I know I came again just before he did. After he withdrew, I was able to devote my full attention to John, and he came in my mouth after a minute or so."
"I thought I would have a chance to come down from that, but I found out the door was open and others saw what happened. And the bulges in their pants showed that they needed to be serviced after that show. So without much talking, they formed lines- one to take me from behind and one to enter my mouth. I was still in a bit of a haze when the second cock entered me. I can't even tell you who it was. All I know is that it was large. And that is another one of my buttons. I was so keyed up that I came again just from him entering me. Another cock was at my lips and I started sucking on it."
