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‘Alright Charlie, see you in an hour.’ My last colleague disconnects and I’m alone on a Zoom call in my apartment looking at myself.
‘The Batchelor Pad,’ my colleague Dean had just called it during the meeting. He got his laugh, but he couldn’t see what I could out of frame: a microwave promoted to both oven and kettle. A single window that lets in all the chills and none of the light. A bed that folds out of the wall.
I study myself on the webcam. Slim; too slim, really, and too fresh faced to be taken seriously. Scruffy brown hair and a wispy ghost of a beard. Dark brown eyes underlined with deep bags. Another day in a cheap shirt working for a cheap company. I do data entry; a job that is at once beneath me and apparently the only one I can get.
I disconnect and check my phone. Nothing. I put it down and have a drink of water. I check it again. Still nothing. I don’t know what I’m waiting for. My two best friends live abroad in other timezones and I’m too new in town to know anyone else. My family doesn’t call, and I don’t call them. The less said about that the better.
Time to dress for the outside world I guess. I go to the clothes rail that acts as a wardrobe and select a beige pullover from a range of similar greys and neutral colours. With this office dress code I’ve become an oatmeal buffet of a person. I promise myself I’ll buy something interesting to wear with my next pay packet; not socks though. I don’t want to be the wacky socks guy.
I tie my shoes and rise up to slip on my peacoat; at 5’11 I like the way it makes me look taller. As the employee working closest to the office it’s apparently my responsibility to walk the 20 minutes door to door to accept delivery of some supplies. So much for a working from home day…
Still, it’s a cool, pleasant day for a walk. I buy a coffee to expense later and say good morning to a cat. I ruminate on recent events as I stroll. This had been my life for a few months now. When was something exciting going to happen?
Almost immediately, it seems. As I round the corner onto the main street my eye is drawn immediately to a bright pink truck. Even from this distance I can tell it’s a drinks company promotion; the livery tells me that much but the dead giveaway is the enormous model can on its roof: Pink Juice.
That’s not why I’m interested though.
Dozens of hot girls line the plaza, all dressed in skimpy shorts and branded polo tops, handing out free samples to walkers by. I relish the idea of even saying hello to one of these girls. I catch myself staring, my gaze is less than subtle as I check them out, mind racing düziçi escort with inappropriate thoughts.
‘You going to stand there and drool or come over here and grab a can there, lurker?’ Comes a voice. The gaggle of beauties giggle and point at me as I approach one of the more confident girls, possibly the group leader. I try my best not to blush.
‘I’m Violet’ she says, holding out her hand for a greeting. Up close these women were even more attractive, if that were possible. ‘We’re offering samples of our new energy drink, a product of the M denying her request would likely hurt her feelings.
‘Oh, um, sure. Yes, I can take one for later, thanks. Hey, what’s the M pumping and pumping to them fucking and being fucked, sucking and being cummed on. And in. Every one of them begs me to lose it but I have energy and stamina like I’ve never had before. I feel alive with sexual energy, my mind is a cloud of lust but my body wants nothing more than to give every one of these girls my hot load.
It’s coming. I can’t fight it any more. I don’t want to. I grab several tissues this time, I know it’s going to be messy and I fucking want it to be. I want it. The girls want it too. I think of Violet. I can almost hear her saying she wants it. “Give it to me!”
Nghghgnnnghghghhhhg
Every part of me pulses and an eruption of pleasure roars across my entire being. I can’t see anything. My ears are ringing. My whole body is shaking. My knees buckle and I stumble forwards as blast after blast after blast of my boiling cum surges out of me, each shot as powerful and satisfying as the first. A sound escapes me, a primal word without consonants that means ‘YES’
I actually gasp for air like a deep swimmer. Cock still hard and dripping in one hand I have to steady myself with the other. I open my eyes to feel a tear trickle down my cheek. FUCK that was good.
My mind is a lusty fog and I’m lost in it. I look for something familiar. A digital clock reads 11:24 pm. I’ve wanked away the whole evening, and I don’t have a single regret. That was my best sexual experience and it wasn’t even with a girl, not directly anyway.
I can barely think, every atom in my body wants me to FUCK someone, or to palm myself to bliss again and again. Fuck that drink is good. I have the stamina. I have the energy. But I don’t have the time. I clean up and eat some dry toast in a vain attempt to calm myself down. Will I be able to sleep like this?
A shower cleanses me and washes my naughty juices from me, but my prick finds itself teased by the shower spray. I turn it to cold, edirne escort thank god that seems to work.
Lying in bed I find myself somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, in a cloudy pink world of no real thoughts at all. When something does materialise it takes the shape of Violet, or one of her giggling friends. My dick throbs a little each time.
I don’t remember falling asleep but I do recall the alarm clock rousing me from something that felt a lot like it. My head is still very cloudy – from lack of sleep, surely. I get dressed on autopilot, pack my work bag for the day, force myself to drink some coffee and brush my teeth twice. I feel dazed but in the mirror I looked dynamic and lively. My skin feels flush and even a little tingly. Putting my jacket on I take one last look at the empty can, still on the table. I see the damp stain on the carpet where I’d dabbed away at last night’s ‘evidence’. I blush and feel a little sheepish, yet I recall vividly how satisfying it had felt, and how much I couldn’t wait to do it again.
But I’d have to wait. I had a whole day to get through first. I lock up and head out.
I’m moving slower than usual walking to work, but the excitement of getting closer to the energy drink girls rouses me, and arouses me. As I approaches the group they hoot and holler at me, phrases like ‘Hey there hot stuf!f’ and ‘Aww look at how cute he is!’ echo around the plaza, and my brain. Violet emerges from the throng, hushes them and approaches me with a smug smile. ‘Rough night hot stuff? How did you like the drink?’
H-hot stuff? She means me! ‘Um, yeah, good thanks. Yeah, actually. Yes. Yes it was great. Your drink is great!’
‘What did you think about the flavors? Was it easy to drink?’
‘Um, yeah, yeah I liked the flavours, yeah.’ Why won’t my mouth work? She’s so hot! ‘And I drank it.’
‘I’m going to need you to do better than that, silly. Did it give you a lot of powerful energy? Did it give you a rush? Make you excited? Make you feel good?’
Focus, come on boy. ‘Um, yes. Yes. I liked the taste, was it guava? It’s either that or strawberry and something. Yes, it did give me a lot of powerful energy. Quite a lot in fact. And it felt SO good.’ Oh crap, that ‘SO good’ sounded a bit sexual…
‘You nailed it! Pink Guava is the main flavour. There are other juices in there but that’s the dominant flavour. Im soooo happy it made you feel good! Would you like another can, sweetie? What’s your name?’
‘Charlie! My name’s Charlie, oh, yes please! Yes! How many do you have?’
‘What a sweet name Charlie. I knew a Charlie edremit escort in grade schoo,l but she was a girl. I suppose that name can go both ways?’
‘Oh um, yes it can be short for Charlotte, I guess. It’s a pretty name, I like yours too.’
‘We only give out one can at a time.’ She holds it up, but as I reach out she pulls it away ‘Buuuuuut, we really aren’t supposed to give out a free second sample. I suppose I can overlook the rules if you’re willing to do something for me?’
‘Um, well, I’d really like another one, do you not charge for them? How much do they cost?’
‘We can’t legally Charge for them because they aren’t available to the public yet, but perhaps a favour for a favour? We could work something out?’ Is she flirting with me? God, this girl could easily make me do just about anything….
‘Um, sure, yes please. What do you have in mind?’
‘Why don’t you beg me for a kiss cutie?’
‘…what?’
‘All the girls think you’re adorable and bet me I could kiss you. But it would be so much more fun for me if you begged for it loudly, so they know it’s not a fake.’
‘Wha-?! You want me to kiss you?!’ Holy fuck I want to.
‘Beg nicely and loudly then. Make it believable for the other girls. I’m afraid you have to ask sooo very nicely for it to seem legit!’
I can’t believe this is happening. I certainly can’t believe what I hear myself saying.
‘Please kiss me Violet.’
‘Louder.’
‘Please kiss me! Please kiss me Violet!’
‘I can’t hear you!’ She can, she’s teasing. I like it.
‘PLEASE! Please kiss me!’
She smirks as the other girls stare in surprise. She pushes me up against the side of the energy drink truck and gives me a deep and passionate kiss. It’s amazing. She takes my entire breath away. She smells like fresh lavender and her lips seem to be hot and soft with excitement. It’s the best kiss of my life.
Somehow she hands me the can whilst kissing me. She pulls away with a big, naughty smile. ‘Enjoy that second can, I hope to see you tomorrow!’ She gives me a tiny wave and a smile that breaks hearts, and pats my butt as I turn to walk away. The other girls all gasp and laugh. I can hear them cat calling as you walk away.
Oh my god.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.
I can still feel her lips on mine, even now as I walk away. I look back – of course – and Violet does a teasing little half wave. Her friends giggle and jeer, but to my shellshocked, post-kiss ears it feels like they’re echoing, or somewhere miles away. The ghost of her kiss on my mouth. The memory of her fingertips on my butt. The cold pink can in my hand.
Work snails by. I’m not alone in the office today so the can goes in the bag. I find myself checking on it every hour; precious cargo. I know I want nothing more than to taste its fruity succour and um, experience its effects, but I can’t. That can is N.S.F.W.
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