During Semela's week off, I keep myself entertained at the shop by playing the handheld poker machine and engaging in light conversation with customers. A half a hour before the shop was due to close, the phone rings. I quickly make my way to the back to answer it. For the first time, I wasn't scheduled to work with another. I was completely alone in the shop. I grab the receiver and not truly understanding why, remain silent. The person on the line also stays quiet, probably expecting me to say the required greeting. After a few seconds I whispered, "I miss you." I hear soft laughter and knew it was Semela.
"It's only been five days dear, but I miss you too."
"How is your week off?" I ask suddenly giddy.
"About to get a lot more stimulating."
A customer walks into the shop and begins rudely shouting, "Do you carry..."
"No!" I respond immediately.
Again I am blessed with her laughter.
"You know the safe in the back?"
"Yes," I reply.
We have two safes in the back of the shop, one that only managers and I know the code to and then one that only Semela knows the numbers too. Nobody else knows what is in there although we speculate. More than likely, just business reports and other important documents concerning the business that Semela wishes to keep safe. Although I have always imagined a giant vibrator in there that she uses after hours, but that might just be me.
"Once the shop closes, go into the back and open the safe. Since the first day you started working, I have had to use it often. Here's the code...See you soon dear."
The line disconnects and I am left standing behind the counter wondering if my speculation was indeed true. I stare at the clock and with only ten minutes left, I go ahead and close the security gate. I spin the appropriate combination and throw the safe door open. Sure enough, a pearl white vibrator was on top of a pile of brown folders.
"Ohhh god," I moan as I pick up the thick vibrator. It was at least eight inches long and so thick I was already doubting I could take it in. With her final words reverberating through my mind, I slide my black pants off and tear the damp thong from my body. I push the papers and notebooks aside and sit on top of the brown desk top. "Since the first day you started working, I have had to use it often."
I turned the vibe onto medium and slowly inserted it into my pussy, my walls stretching to accommodate the thick monster. My mouth opens wide, yet no sound escapes. Once my pussy was wet enough, I began working the vibe. Within no time, I was fucking my pussy hard.
"Fuck me baby, oh please let me cum?"
I envisioned Semela squatting between my legs bringing me to the edge and stopping for seconds at a time, my juices pooling out between my swollen lips. I looked directly between my legs and nearly screamed, "Please?" After sucking the vibe clean of my juices, I started walking to the bathroom to wash it, but upon reconsideration, I put the warm vibe back into the safe and locked it. While placing the papers back neatly on the table, I glimpsed next week's schedule. I quickly grabbed it and my breathing stopped when I realized Semela and I were alone on Tuesday night. My mind wandered as it tends to do. "Mistress?" I asked into the silent room.
Late Monday night, I received another call from Semela. This time the number was her cell phone number.
"How did you get along in the back by yourself the other night dear?"
My mind instantly returns to that evening. How it felt to have that huge monster inside of me.
"It was wonderful, thank you."
