[F]ucked my [f]antastic, a[m]azing, [m]agnificent, [m]arvellous coworkers | 2016

Ok kiddos gather round because your aunt Crystal has a story for you. If you're the kind that's easily offended you might want to move along because frankly I don't want to hear it. It happened when I was twenty-one. It was my first sales job: shilling database software for a multinational company. It was the nineties: our laptops were I.B.M. ThinkPads and our cell phones were clunky.

We were at a big trade show; the biggest of the year. That meant it was make or break time for us reps. There were five of us: Alan, Mark and John were all in their late twenties or early thirties. Experienced guys who had done it all a hundred times before. Joanna and me were the eye candy: it was our first year working the floor.

The show ran all week. After the first four days we had barely picked up any new customers. It was exhausting work, from early morning to late in the day, having to be always cheerful and happy, hustling fifty-year-old purchasing managers who kept staring conspicuously at my ass.

That Thursday night the five of us commiserated over a few bottles of wine. We had rented a suite at the hotel where the show took place, to entertain potential clients, but it hadn't seen much action. We had bought a lot of booze for guests that hadn't shown up. So that night, we took care of it.

We were all wasted, myself included. And desperate. We needed something to improve our sales for the last day of the trade show. Coming back to the head office with such a pitiful record would surely spell trouble for us. It'd be embarrassing at the very least.

We threw a few ideas around but nothing sounded good. It was too late to get new swag to hand out and we had already tried all our usual pitches: we needed something new. It was Alan that gave us the idea.

"When someone thinks about buying your product, they only think about one thing: how is this going to get me laid. That's the only thing anyone is after. Is that thing going to impress Jane from accounting? Will they all flock to my corner office with their panties all wet because I'm such a big shot? That's all they care about."

That's what gave us the idea. Alan started it, and then we pushed it further: let's cut the middle man. Make them think they're getting laid right now.

Joanna was in and as the new girl, I wasn't about to say no: I was in too. The hotel had a tailoring service and we coaxed the kid at the front desk into letting Joanna and me have access to their sewing machine. It took us an hour but when we were done our skirts were six inches shorter and the top button on our shirts was a couple of inches lower. We didn't sleep much and we were hungover, but the next morning we were ready for action.

Our strategy was simple: spend the morning on the floor talking and cajoling as many people as possible into paying us a visit at our suite later in the day. Alan, John and Mark would wait for us there and we'd join them as soon as our appointment book was full. It didn't take long. We were the only sexy things on that sales floor: dark haired Joanna with her wide hips and full breasts, swaying and bouncing from booth to booth, and me, with lighter hair and flatter than Joanna, but who somehow kept dropping her pen on the floor, and didn't mind showing off her ass when picking it up. After a couple of hours everyone was talking about those two database girls. Before noon we were all booked for the afternoon. We promised every client we'd be there to greet them personally.

The first fishes that came up to our suite wouldn't bite. They pretended to look at the demo set up on the laptops while stealing glances at us every ten seconds, but they wouldn't buy. A couple signed up for a follow up visit at their office sometime in the following weeks, but nothing else. Over a quick sandwich between two sessions we decided to up the ante.

At first I was nervous. I'm not a total whore just so you know. But a couple of shots of hard liquor from the minibar helped calm me down. When the next man walked in, my bra and panties were tucked away under the bathroom sink.

Our little act called for Joanna and me to alternately stand on the other side of the main laptop and bend down to look at the screen, and walk over to another laptop set up on a low coffee table across the room, and bend down low with our backs to the customers. Tits and asses. After a while we added another number: Mark or Alan or John would ask for their notebook, which they had conveniently forgotten on the bedside table in the other room. I would get on all fours on the bed to reach it, flashing my ass and pussy as I did.

I can't believe how obvious we were, and I can't believe it worked. We signed a first customer, then a second, then a third. After the fourth one we started doing celebratory shots. The guys were getting more and more excited after each sale, and so did I.

Everybody has a price. That day I found out that my price for flashing my pussy for a couple of seconds, in front of a total stranger, was ten thousand dollars. That was my commission on the sales we did that week. Not too shabby.

At first it wasn't easy. I was self-conscious and even a little scared. But when I saw the response Joanna and me got, and when I realized that none of those guys would try anything funny, I really got loose. Those were all family men who wouldn't want a word of this getting to their wives. They enjoyed the peek but everyone pretended none of this actually happened. So as the day went on a shirt button got undone, my skirt hiked up higher, and I got wetter and wetter.

Seeing a dozen men leer and stare, while knowing they can't touch, they can't do anything to act on whatever urge you're stirring up inside of them, it was a bigger rush than those shots we did after each sale. I had half a mind to lie down on that bed at some point and greet the next client with my shirt undone and my hand between my legs. But I didn't.

What I did do though is go out and celebrate at a nightclub. It was ten o'clock when the last customer left and we finished tallying up our sales. It was time to go spend some of that commission cash.

The guys insisted that Joanna and me keep our outfits on. I wasn't going to argue: it only seemed fitting. At the club the guys bought the booze and we paid them back by dancing with them. I was so horny, I don't think I'd ever had so many hands feel me up on a dance floor before. It at least was a close second--there was one high school dance that gave that night a run for its money.

But that Friday night I didn't have a bra on, or panties, so fingers found their way to places I hadn't let those high school boys touch. The club was hot, my pussy was on fire, and Alan, Mark and John all had to find somewhere inconspicuous to wipe their wet fingers.

Joanna was with me all the way. She was even more turned on then I was. She's the one who wanted to take one of the guys to the restroom for a quick fuck. I told her no, Joanna, we're not cheap dates and trust me, sex in a nightclub's toilet stall is way overrated. If we fuck we do it right.

All five of us went back to the hotel. The suite we had rented was just for entertaining clients; we had other rooms to sleep in. The boys came to the room I shared with Joanna. It had two double beds, which was plenty of room for all of us. That night was my first orgy.

What is there to say about five people having sex? I hate to be a tease, but your imagination is probably sexier and more fun than the reality. Sex is sex, even when there's more than two people present. I can tell you I fucked all three guys, or, more accurately, that all three guys fucked me. One at a time at first, then I blew one while another fucked me.

John fucked me first, then Mark, but neither of them finished. By the time it was Alan's turn I was so turned on and excited I came in no time at all. He slid in and thrusted a couple times and there it was: a first mind-blowing orgasm, all the excitement of the day wrapping itself up in one tight little ball and then exploding from my pussy to my tits and leaving me weak and shaking. I think that made the other two jealous. They wouldn't even give me time to recover before they started fucking me again, and they fucked a lot harder after that!

I came a second time later on, on all fours with one guy fucking me from behind while I watched the other two have their way with Joanna. I'd never seen another girl have sex before: the way she writhed and moaned was just beautiful.

Mark and John came first, so Joanna and me we finished off Alan together. Another reason for the other two to be jealous, but don't worry, they had had plenty to be happy about already. Most guys only wish they were so lucky.

Joanna and me barely slept all night. The boys went back to their rooms, but we had an early flight the next morning so we stayed up with the radio on. In the morning we did our hair and put on fresh clothes and looked fabulous when we met the guys for breakfast.

The story of the five of us got around, but believe me this is not the worst thing anyone has ever done at this company. I've heard much worse. Besides, it helped getting other even more experienced guys ask us on their team.

It was a long time ago, I was young and unattached, and it's still one my most fun memories.