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Stanley ran his hand down your back, and a shiver followed his finger tips like a cat follows a flickering red light - mindlessly and with the purpose of stirring up a big, fat mess.

You almost turned around and gave him the safeword, thinking you might not be build for this after all, but when you twisted your neck and looked at Stan's face, he leaned in, and kissed you on the lips. It was wet, and a little clumsy with the awkward angle that you had to work with, but when he pulled away, you didn't think, not even for a minute, that there is a memory of a safeword in your mind.

You can do this.

Stan puts a hand around your waist ,,Ya alright there, toots?"

,,Wha - yeah, yeah, I'm - I'm fine," you huff, and spread your legs to get into a stance that does have the toy pressing down against you too hard ,,A little nervous, maybe," you confess.

,,Remember the safeword for when you need it,"

You nod, and put your hands down on the counter, glancing over at the cash register ,,Yes, I will,"

He leans in closer, and his playful tone gets a whole lot sweeter, making him sound affectionate, and kind as be whispers in your ear ,,Ya can use the safeword now if you think it's gonna be too much,"

You didn't hesitate this time as you shook your head and gave him a firm ,,No,"

He kissed the spot where your neck met your shoulder, pulling away the fabric of your shirt to get access to your shoulder - the soft kiss sends a shiver down your back, and your knees go a little weak.

Stan steps back, and then lightly smacks your ass. You giggle at his antics, turning around to strike him a fake glare. He ignores it.

,,Alright then," he claps, excited to finally have someone to do this with - he never managed to convince anyone to engage in this sort of play with him, and this is pretty much proof that you belong together at this point. Stan smirks ,,Get ready for the most intense day of your life,"

,,Oh, I am ready," you turn around and grin at him as he heads for the museum. You giggle upon seeing him walk backwards - he kept a flirty look on his face as he went ,,You're such a bad influence on me,"

Stan stops in his tracks for a second, cocking an eyebrow ,,I could say the same about you, sweetie,"

A blush flashed your face, and your cheeks were now so dark you had to look away from him.

Stanley left the room and ran off into the museum, already having a hunch that customers might be coming. He puts his hand in his suit jacket's pocket, and grips the remote to the toy, making sure he still has it.

When Stan is finally gone, you release the breath you've been holding in for a while, attempting to relax. You've got this, of course you do. You stand around behind the counter, switching weight from one leg to the other, reminding yourself that a vibrator is strapped tightly to your clit, getting little to not pleasure from the act itself, but feeling yourself get a little wet from the knowledge alone.

You jump when the toy buzzes to life, feeling pleasure creeping up your back as it stimulates you in slow motions. It was gentle, but it had you biting down into your lip for a second.

At a time like this, customers tend to be low - it's usually people on a roadtrip looking for a bathroom and some coffee, who are willing to suffer through Stan's tours for it. You had the gift shop to yourself for a while now, and you used it to squirm against the toy experimentally, even taking a few steps over to the other side of the room to see how it feels - your legs were weak, and you made a mental note to remember that you shouldn't walk a lot when it's on.

It turned off after a while - Stan was obviously only testing it out, having his own ways to know how you're reacting to the toy.

There's a camera pointing right at the front counter, from which he could see if he were sitting in his office, and he could always sneak up into the gift shop, since sneaking around is something he's very good at.

He definitely wasn't in the office, because there was a car pulling up into the parking lot and he wouldn't want to miss the tourists, so your money is on him being in the hallway, looking out for your satiafied sighs and little groans to prove to him that the toy is working properly - and he got enough to have a grin on his face as he finally takes off into the museum and gets on with his work.

You tap your fingers against the counter, getting a little bored and frustrated without the toy's movements - you didn't expect him to make you come right away, but it would have been a nice surprise to start the day off with.

You open the cash register and count up the money to make sure you have enough for when a customer decides to flail around a hundred dollars on a twelve dollar purchase. You can't slack off at work just because you're fucking the boss, not even while you're fucking the boss.

You lick your lips, and sit down in your chair, grimacing when the new position pushes the vibrator against you hard. You roll over closer to the counter and put your elbows on the table, opening up a newspaper that was already near the register and began to read, occupying yourself until the first customers came in.

It was two young pairs, text-book horror movie college kids that you should now warn of the cabin in the woods - Stan messes with them like that, and sometimes he gets you on the gag.

You suppose he has already told then of a mysterious spot in the woods that they'll be checking out, because they were mumbling something about an 'old house' and about how they 'shouldn't go at night'

You look up from the newspapers, not really reading anything just skimming through articles about local news, and you glance at the kids to let them know that you've overheard them talking about something that they should not be talking about.

They walked up with a handful of merchandise, looking tired and broken, just the was they should look after a night of driving.

One of the men speaks up, looking down into your newspaper ,,Hey, excuse me, uh, could tell us something?"

You jump up from your chair when the toy buzzes to life, holding back a groan - the guy flinched, but now he seemed intrigued. He must have thought that you were ready to answer any question he has on his mind the way you've thrown yourself against the counter.

,,Yes, sure," you strain your voice, still a little shocked by the rolling pleasure that's taking over you.

The guy breathes in, and looks over at the curtained hallway to the museum ,,That weird guy, he, uh, talked about an abandoned building in the woods, uh, said that a guy lived there that got possessed by a demon, went mad and then disappeared -" his presumed girlfriend elbowed him into the ribs, giving him a nasty look, but he continued talking ,,- you know where we could find that place? He said that it's top secret,"

,,Uh," you gulp - it wasn't hard to keep it together physically, you're sure you didn't look less professional than you do normally, but fuck, your head was screaming 'what if someone knows?' and it was all you could focus on. Thankfully, your long pause during which you just glanced from one person to another was appropriate considering that you're trying to be menacing ,,Well, I suppose I do know,"

,,Alright, could you tell us where it is?"

You stare blankly at him, then shake your head to come back to your senses - you clench your thighs, and clear your throat, hoping that'll help to ease off the embarrassment.

,,Yes I could -" the toy suddenly began to vibrate at a higher setting, and you can't help but grunt - you quickly cover your mouth, but put your hands down on the counter immediately, blushing hard. What the hell is Stan trying to do?

,,- wait no, I couldn't -" the toy went to an even higher setting - this was still one of the few settings that you've experienced, and you can't help but think about what will happen if you get to the stronger ones that you haven't felt before. You squirm, and curl your hands into tight fists. Your eyes were already glassy and you felt the urge to hump against the toy.

,,- or I could, but -" the toy's setting dropped. You take a deep breath, and look around to try and see what Stan would want you to do. You slap the counter lightly, making all the customers flinch.

Oh, right.

,,- but only for money," you say, and the toy drops back to its lowest setting, which now seems like nothing compared to the other two. You feel like a puppet honestly, and this was a sick and twisted puppet show with Stan as the puppet master.

Those kids look at each other, exchange a few shrugs, and then turn back to you. The other guy speaks up now ,,Alright, how much?"

You huff, looking into the camera pointing at you - if he's watching from his office, you want to let him know that you hate him for this. And also love him and cherish him so much.

,,Fifteen -" the vibrator's setting goes up, and you squeak like a toy, biting down into your lip ,,- fifty -" it goes even higher and you fight the urge to roll your eyes back - you felt something slowly creeping up your ankles, eyes flying wide open when you realize that you're about to come.

All the kids are looking at your weird, probably wondering if you're alright. You straighten up and to regain some control over the situation, you slap the counter again, this time hard ,,Fuck it, hundred bucks, and you can't tell my boss I told you where the house is,"

The toy falls fully quiet, and the muscles in your legs spasm, trying to push your orgasm through - you focus on not moving, knowing that pushing the toy against your clit would probably have you moaning at this point.

The first one of the men to speak reaches into his pocket for his wallet, shrugging casually ,,Fine, deal,"

Oh, so the looks they were giving you were only in your imagination.

,,Hey," one of the girls looks you up and down, and your heart jumps ,,Are you alright?"

You sniffle and nod ,,Yes, of course," you say, and so that you don't have to explain yourself further, you grab a notepad and a pen that you keep at the counter at all times.

The guy handed you a hundred dollars, and you pocketed it, scribbling together a half coherent map, explaining to them that the big line at the top is the main road, and that the squiggly line that leads off of it leads to the Mystery Shack - you then direct them to an actual abandoned house that you know is in these woods, remembering vaguely how to get there.

There isn't actually anything in that house, just debris and cobwebs. And a lot of trash from the parties that teenagers throw there sometimes.

They thanked you, promised not to tell anyone, and now it kind of makes sense why all the kids in those movies always die - like, really? Not even a single person outside the circle? You just asked of them to not snitch to your boss! Anyways, they left then, and you dropped down to your chair with a low moan on your lips.

You cuss out a couple times, leaning back and trying to relax. Now you have a new problem - you kind of want to come. You need to come, and not even gritting your teeth as hard as possible is helping you to get it out of your head.

Stan walked in a few seconds after the kids left, leaning against the counter and grinning at you. You glance at him, noticing an obvious bulge in his pants that he tries to hide by switching sides of the counter.

,,You did a good job there, toots,"

,,Yeah? Thanks. Now I know what puppets feel like," you laugh dryly, rolling closer to the counter in your chair.

Stan grimaced, and took the remote out of his pockets, stroking the buttons lovingly without actually pushing them ,,Yeah, I think I'm gonna have a lot of fun today, babe,"

,,You're evil,"

,,Don't say that," Stan leans over the counter, and puts his hand under your chin ,,You know I love you,"

You giggle, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and pushing his hand away ,,I love you too," you close your thighs when the toy starts buzzing again, your jaw falls slack and yet you still refuse to take your eyes off of him. You moaned, feeling heat rising up from between your legs rapidly fast, body rushing towards an orgasm. You bounce your legs, gritting your teeth to try and get your moans in check.

Stan turns the toy off, hiding the remote in his suit's pockets, and then steps away from the counter. You take a second to catch your breath, having to bring yourself down from the shudders and shivers that had you spasming.

Your face was hot, and you couldn't help but strike him a nasty look.

,,Keep up the good work, sweetie," Stan tapped the counter top and then started to walk towards the museum, fixing up his sloppy tie.

You stick out your tongue after him, cursing him out, and then put your head down on the counter to rest your heavy shoulders. One of your hands slides down and brushes against your pocket, where you feel a hundred dollar bill crinkling. You groan, remembering that you forgot to give it to him, but then, as your train of thought goes, you scowl, sneer, then nod, deciding to keep the money for yourself in the end.

As frustrated as you were, you simply couldn't leave work, not when it's possible that Stan will help you get rid of this frustration - oh, who are you lying to! He has complete control over whether you come, he'll do more than 'help', it would be better to say that he'll simply have mercy on you and give you what you need.

You've been watching the time ever since the last time the toy has been on, and it's going to be an hour since then. You've calmed down a little, but that doesn't change the fact that everytime you shift in your chair, you're filled reckless desire, mindlessly rubbing yourself against the padding before you finally get a hold of yourself and realize how shameful you must look - you've only started after all.

When a full hour passed, and you realized that Stan is just taking his time, you finally stood up, knowing you should go and check out the museum in case some of the tourists have left trash in there - standard procedure, every hour, or every two, or more even, it's really about how you're feeling that day, you go and clean up in the museum to make it look nicer for the upcoming row of tourists.

Your steps were a little wobbly, but soon enough you found a way at which you could walk without any trouble, and your way to the museun was smooth sailing.

You grabbed a broom that's always leaning against the same wall every single day, and start looking for any discarded wrappers and other mess that needs to be swept away.

It wasn't hard work, it was simply something that needed to be done, which is why it was hard to do on most days - but today, it was actually very nice to sweep through the whole museum. Stan was nowhere to be seen, and you're sure many exhibits actually cover you from the cameras, and you thought you were free of more torture for at least an another while.

When you were done, you leaned the broom back against its wall, right next to the mop, which you have no intention of using until closing time, and after fixing up your clothes a little, you start walking back to the gift shop.

The toy comes to life at its second setting, and you bit down into your lip to make sure you don't moan too loudly. You catch yourself against a wall, stopping yourself from falling, and shove two hands between your trembling thighs in an attempt to pull the toy off of you. You look around the hallway, staking out any lost tourist that might have left themself in through the front door, or a lost road-tripper walking into the gift shop looking for directions. Anyone could walk in, and you were stuck in this place, unable to straighten your back. The toy send waves of pleasure through your body, and it felt too good to try to stop it.

You felt your pussy clench around nothing - you were getting wetter and wetter as you humped your hands desperately, slowly sliding down the wall on your shoulder, and eventually falling to your knees.

You knew Stan was going to turn it off when he judges that it's enough, but you couldn't help but chase release nonetheless.

After short while of squirming and whimpering on the floor like some sort of an animal, your mouth opens with a small squeal and you come despite thinking you won't even be allowed to. You cover your groin with your hand to try and push the toy closer to your clit, riding the pleasure out as your aftershocks get to you.

The toy was off as soon as you fell still. You sigh, and look behind yourself to make sure that no one was watching, even though you know you would have probably heard the door open. You climbed up on your feet, feeling a horrible tension build up in your shoulders.

You think that was a reward for how well you've cleaned up.

Just a few minutes after you've made your way back to your designated spot, and finally got back to your senses, you heard muffled talking coming out of the museum, blushing hard when you remember what you had just done in the hallway - what Stan had done to you.

You're sure he got as much satisfaction from watching it as you did experiencing it. What a sick bastard.

While you're sitting around, mindlessly switching from staring at the newspaper that you don't care about to thinking how good it felt to come in your pants knowing anyone could walk in on you on a loop. You were licking your lips and staring off into space, wondering what else Stan has in stock for you, and right then a few tourists walked in, catching you with your thinking face on.

You clear your throat and sit upright in your chair, looking down at the newspaper splayed across the counter and pretending that's all that you care about right now. Your thighs are still tense, and you feel dirty all across, as if everyone who spared you a glance to make sure there's a cashier available simply knew what has happened to you a few minutes ago.

You find yourself blushing so hard it's definitely visible, and all you can do is lift the newspapers and cover your face with them.

The toy buzzed once, making you yelp and jump up to your feet out of surprise. Once you're standing, you realize that there were three customers standing in a lie, with the woman at the front glaring at you - but no one could blame you, since someone's car was playing music so loudly in the parking lot that you not listening and then suddenly being distraught was understandable.

You give the row of people an awkward smile, and start ringing up their merchandise, moving so fast you might have broken a record - your legs feel strange when you stand, and you've wedged your pants right against the toy when you stood up, meaning that standing was an overstimulating nightmare for you.

You keep gritting your teeth, trying to get on with it as soon as possible.

When you're done with the row of customers, you sit down, and roll closer to the register in your chair. After a few minutes of sitting, you find yourself sighing with relief, spreading your legs to fight the urge to grind down against the toy - you've already came, and yet your body's still needy.

Stan struts in with a big, show-y grin on his face after he finished the long tour, giving you a nod that you weren't sure what meant, but gave back nonetheless.

You continue treating the customers with a fake smile while subtly changing position on the chair every few minutes, since the wetness in your underwear became more and more uncomfortable as time passed, and Stan walked around with that dumb grin and talked as if straight out of an ad for his merchandise.

It was normal.

For a while.

Then he started giving you small glances across the room which you think you shouldn't have noticed - you knew he was up no good when he left the gift shop to deal with a short tour, and when he came back a couple long minutes later, he didn't spare you a single look, just dipped his hand into his pockets and turned the toy to its lowest setting.

Customers followed him out of the museum, and you whined, thankfully not loudly enough for anyone but Stan to register. He leans in, whispering: ,,No slackin' off, sweetie,"

He left you by the register, vibrator gently pressing against your clit, turning into the only thing you can focus on - you stayed sitting, thankfully he didn't ask of you to stand up, he's not that cruel, but you sure as hell were suffering as you sat, unable to escape the buzzing.

It wasn't intense enough to make you actually show anything on the outside, but the amount resolve it took you to control yourself made you sweat. It was somewhat pleasant, but still oh so stressful, you just didn't know what to do with yourself.

There were so many customers. Two were already at the front counter picking out Mystery Shack themed fridge magnets and you had to just sit there, heart beating all the way in your throat, and do your work.

You crumpled up the newspapers with one hand as you worked, relieving the tension in your body just a little. You got your breathing in check, and fully focused on the cash register, not daring to actually look up at the customers.

Your thighs were flexing until it hurt, but at least the pain helped you get your mind off the pleasure - it's more appropriate to look like you're in pain when at work than literally gush in your pants in a room full of people. Not even Stan would be so cruel that he'd force you to come right now - you know that, because he's carefully glancing over at your every once in a while to make sure that you're alright.

Stan walks up to you, and puts his hand down on your shoulder, sitting down on an empty barrel that is placed down next to the counter for decorative purposes.

,,Look at ya -" he whispers, looking behind his back at the gift shop to make sure no one's listening, and then he leans in anyways, just for privacy's sake ,,Fuck, I bet you're melting already, huh babe?"

You gulp, trying to glare through your watery eyes, and failing ,,I hate you," you rasp out as quietly as you can, spreading your legs apart. You do chuckle a little after you say it though, letting him know that it's all just in good fun.

Stan takes it as an invitation, and puts a hand down on your thigh - your lower half and his was hidden behind the counter, and there was no one who could see unless they actively peeked. He grins ,,I hate you too,"

You start bouncing your leg, the one that's now hosting his hand, nervously looking around as people pick out toys for their kids and weird college aged dudes get themselves figurines of bigfoot. You bite down into your bottom lip ,,I hate you more,"

Stan puts his hand into his pocket, and cradles the remote, wondering which setting he should force onto you ,,Say it with feeling, now, or else -" he threatens, taking out the remote to show you how his thumb hovers over setting number three.

You move your lips slowly as you speak, making sure that if he won't hear your whispers he'll knows to read your lips then ,,I hope you die,"

,,Eh, I don't think ya mean that,"

Your eyes widen, and you swear you started to vibrate in your chair as the toy went to its fourth setting. You cover your mouth, looking down in your lap, almost afraid you might have soaked through your pants.

You want to moan so bad that your throat hurts from how hard you're trying to hold it in.

Stanley just watched you, tilting his head from one side to the other and then back again, trying to get a better look at your face as it contorts and twists. Your hands were on the counter, clenched in fists, and you shut your eyes, letting a whine.

Stanley turns the vibrator off upon hearing you lose control, and hides it in his pocket - he wouldn't want anyone to notice, he just wanted to mess around.

,,That's my baby," Stan pats your shoulder, not wanting to do anything suspicious in front of so many people, not when there's a customer approaching the counter ,,You're so good, sweetie, so fucking hot -"

Stan bolts upright on his feet and claps, mostly just to let you know that there is someone within eavesdropping range. You take your hands off of the counter and stroll a little further back in your chair.

,,Hello there!" he cheerfully greets a customer that just walked up to the counter, deciding you need a moment to yourself to get back to your senses. Stan puts on his customer service voice ,,What can I help you with today?"

He puts his hands on the counter, blocking customer's view of you, leaning in to make sure the woman can only think of looking at him.

She leans in, speaking with in a low voice ,,I just wanted to ask where the restrooms are,"

,,Ah," Stan turns to you, and your heart jumps - you've already fixed yourself up, wiped sweat off of your forehead and sat upright in the chair and the like, but that didn't mean you were in a fit position to do what he asks of you next: ,,Hey, toots, can ya show this nice lady the restrooms?"

You fight the urge to shake your head and tell him to fuck off, masquerading the motions of your head as a nod, and you turn to the lady to giver her a polite smile ,,Y - yeah, sure, follow me,"

You blow out a deep breath, bracing yourself hard for the simple action of standing up. With no place to support yourself on with your hands, it's all or nothing as you rise to your feet. You were successful, only buckling over twice, which might have looked a little concerning to the passerby's, but the important thing is that you're walking and not falling while doing so.

The woman follows you gladly, not even glancing down when you go weak in the knees, vibrator pressing down against you at a torturous and yet amazing angle.

You lead her to the hallway that separates the museum and gift shop, and pat the door, stepping away to let her take a look for herself ,,Here we are,"

,,Oh! I didn't notice before," she chuckles, putting a hand on her chest. She touched the door handle and opened the restroom door ,,Thank you,"

You shrug ,,No problem,"

When the door shuts closed after the lady, you grunt and lean back against the wall. Your hands slide down your thighs to your knees, and you bend over, catching your breath so desperately someone might think you've just ran a marathon.

There was a hand on the wall, and you squealed in surprise, straightening up just in time to duck Stan as he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours. You put your hands on his chest, stopping him from coming closer - you had a hard time registering anything besides his eyes staring you down, and the cheeky grin on his face - you don't know if you're alone, and certainly wouldn't want anyone to catch you two fooling around right now.

Stan caught your lips in a sweet kiss, his other hand sneaking into his pocket - the low buzzing comes back, and your eyes fly wide open, hands clawing at his shoulders.

,,S - Stan -" you stuttered out his name, writhing underneath him as he pressed his body against yours, helping you stay up on your feet by keeping you tight against the wall.

You could feel his clothed cock rubbing against you, growing into fullness, and the customers were right there behind the curtains and fuck - thank god he at least closed them to cut off the view into the hallway, because if he hadn't, you'd be in so much trouble if someone glanced in and caught you.

Stan shoved a knee between your legs, spreading them apart, and you immediately started to hump against him, forcing the toy that already throbbed hard and without mercy closer to your clit, pressing it down until it hurt.

You couldn't hold back the sounds that left you, throat flexing around small moans and breathless gasps. You wanted it to stop, and you wanted more, and you wanted just a little less and maybe you wanted this exact thing but somewhere more private.

You held onto Stan's shoulders, shutting your eyes as your stomach clenched, and you were hurrying towards a second orgasm of the day, unable to think about anything other than the red curtains that swung around everytime someone walked by and headed to the vending machine.

Stan turns the toy off, watching you slump down against the wall, knowing you would have fallen down had he not been holding you upright by pressing his own body against yours.

,,Oh, baby," he kisses you, bringing back feeling to the nerve endings on your face by stroking your cheek gently.

He steps back, pulling away from the lazy kiss and taking a proper look at you. Your thighs were trembling and your eyes were unfocused and blank - you were mostly concentrating on standing and breathing, remembering how to do it like a normal person, and Stan patiently watched you come back to your own body.

,,Fuck ..." you curse out, and then straighten up. Your aching back left the trusty wall behind you, and you swayed around a little, feeling like your head was too large for the body and was bringing you down to the ground.

,,There's more to where that came from too," Stan laughs, and grabs his hard cock, adjusting it in his pants to get it out of view for when he gets back to the museum for an another tour. It made you shudder seeing him move his erection around, tilting it and moving it around under the fabric.

You look up at him, hoping that he sees your desperation in your eyes, but he just shakes his head, grabbing your chin as he leans in for you to hear him whisper: ,,Nuh-uh, baby, no cummin' for ya," his eyes flicker downwards where your hips are rolling and thrusting in thin air - you squirm like you won't be able to stand for any longer ,,Ya gotta wait for it,"

You whine, reaching out to try and catch him, pull him closer, but he manages to get away before you get a chance to present your argument - your lips quiver and you stare after him like a lost puppy. But you should leave this hallway soon, you know that you can't wait here until he decides to have mercy on you.

You pull your shirt down, straightening the crinkles and folds you've made when you so shamelessly rubbed yourself against Stan, and you limp all the way back to the gift shop, shivering each time the sweet bliss of the toy pressing down against you washes over your spine. You walked fast and with every step, you had to choke back a moan or a whimper - you dropped down into the chair as soon as your eyes found it, and groaned when relief didn't come.

You were wet and horny again, and you're not sure there's much you can do about it now, not to mention that Stan won't be around to help, and even if he was, he wouldn't - you could do something nice or good for the museum and earn an orgasm, but that would be playing his game, which you're unwilling to participate in. Not for any reason though, only because you think it would be fun to show him that he can't boss you around just because he's your boss. Or something along those lines - god, you're fucked in the brain after that stunt he just pulled.

As you rolled over to the register, you were met with more disgruntled customers that have been waiting for a cashier for a while now, each person looking angrier as your eyes grazed across the line.

You quickly start ringing up items, speaking with a cracked and raspy voice whenever they bring up small talk that you're forced to engage in in order to keep the environment friendly.

You recovered soon. It was a bumpy road, quite literally as whenever you rolled in your chair and hit a bump in the floorboards, you were forcefully reminded of the vibrator that was strapped to you, but in the end you managed to catch up with the schedule and everything went smooth.

But you stayed stressed and irritated, constantly picking at your lips and doing whatever else you do when you really need something, like badly, and just can't get it. The flames between your legs died, but the fire was still cackling, refusing to disappear like you need it to - you were constantly reminded of how horny you are, even when you're not moving you feel your pussy pulse as it desperately begs for an another orgasm.

It was frustrating, and you kept looking around for something you could do that could earn you an another sweet moment of bliss shaking you up to your core.

You look at the clock after a few long minutes of yanking your head around like a lunatic to count up the customers and make sure that there's enough privacy for you to lean back comfortably and let yourself relax, you realize that you've been sitting here for two hours now.

You actually feel a surge of pride come over you - you just worked for two hours straight, all while this horrible distraction dwelled at the back of your mind. That deserves a reward, right? Stan must give you a reward for this, it's only fair, you didn't even give him shit for his little public indulgence back in the hallway, he could give you this.

You spent an another ten minutes or so grimacing and frowning, losing the cheery tone you try to keep in your voice when you serve customers, feeling too irritated to actually keep a kind facade now. It's not just the need - you just feel wet and dirty, constantly having to find an excuse to look down to make sure you haven't soaked through your pants, even if you know that's probably impossible.

When the gift shop emptied a little, and Stan was in the museum giving a long tour, you finally let yourself relax a bit - but relaxation wasn't all that you had in mind when you leaned back. You spread your legs, and a slide a hand down your thigh to press your palm against the front of your pants.

Your eyes dart around, catching a glimpse of a young pair picking up snow globes, but other than them, there was no one in the room with you.

It's one thing to have a toy on you that Stan controls, but it's an another thing to willingly rub yourself through your pants in public - but the line is blurred between these two very wrong things now that you're actually touching yourself and it feels good. Heat rises from between your legs, causing droplets of sweat to sheet your skin as you throw a hand around the back of your chair and grip it.

You shut your eyes, and let your hand slither back up your thigh, fingers tapping rhythmically against the fabric of your pants as you try to resist your urges.

The pair left without buying anything, and you were ready to sigh in relief but as soon as the bell rang and the door shut closed, the toy began to buzz against you gently - Stan was taking his time, wanting you to simmer until you're properly cooked, just the way he likes it.

You whimper, putting a hand over your eyes and fully leaning your back against the chair, thighs tense and shivering.

The worst thing about this is that it's delicious - you, alone in the gift shop, with Stan watching from somewhere, with voices down the hallway merging in with your tiny moans, and you're close to coming again. You chew on your bottom lip, panting hard as you continue to fall apart in your chair, aching for some release, for some closure.

The vibrator went up to setting two for a second, and then turned off, the only purpose of the gesture being that Stan wanted to ruin your poor little heart and have it beating 60 miles an hour for when be struts in proudly after his tour, throwing himself down at the chair next to you.

Stanley's hand is immediately at your leg, rubbing your thigh gently. He grins ,,Havin' fun, babe?"

No, in fact, you're not.

,,No," is what you say, upper lip twitching in anger. It's both pretend, and a little bit of the truth - he's so mean to you today, and you hate him and yet the safeword doesn't come to mind, because you love everything that he's doing to you.

,,Aww, come on, don't be like that. Listen, sweetie -" he stops himself when you straighten up in your chair and give him a confused eyebrow raise. He rolls his tongue inside his mouth and stares you up head to toe ,,- I need ya to go the storage room and pick the box with the green hats, can ya do that for me?"

You nod right away ,,Sure thing," you lean in, startling him by placing a tiny peck of a kiss on his lips - oh, you know you just can't help it. But then, when the sweet gestures are done with, you scoff ,,I'll get it done, boss,"

,,That's not the kinda attitude I wanna hear from ya, babe, ya know that," Stan reached into his pockets right as you shot upright from your chair.

It took you a lot of effort to stand on your own legs, and you know you don't look as menacing and in control as you'd like to, not with your hair as messy as it is and with your thighs subtly shaking, knees almost buckling over under your weight.

,,What are you gonna do about it?" you taunt, slamming a hand down against the counter for support.

Stan's hand left his pocket, and he let both of his hands rest obediently on his thighs. He bit his lip, one corner of his mouth curling his lips upwards into a smirk ,,C'mere, sweetie," he gestures with his finger, waiting for you to follow his order.

You didn't hesitate as you leaned in yet again, secretly staking out the archway to the museum to ensure that you aren't caught kissing - Stan grabbed the collar of your shirt and dragged you into a sloppy make out session, still refusing to take out the remote or even sneak in and turn it on.

You beg for it with your lips, swallowing his tongue as your hands make their way across the sides of his face, tracing every single inch of the hot skin coaxed in a dark pink blush - he gets like that whenever you really dig into him, whenever you show him how much you like him, whenever you try to eat him alive during a kiss, he turns into a blushing mess.

Stanley breaks the kiss when he realizes that he doesn't have any control over it anymore, and takes a moment to catch his breath, which ends up being his demise. You use the quiet pause between the two of you to storm off into the storage room, knowing he has no real or rational reason to stop you from leaving. You're just following his orders, after all.

The storage room was dusty and dark, but at least you had enough privacy to stumble and limp around as much as you wanted to, evading the toy like it's a fucking cyanide packet jammed into your tooth. It's hard to focus on your task when your body keeps trying to re-live the memory of the sweet buzzing, so ... which box was it again? Red - no, the word red was only in your head when you saw the way Stan was blushing after you pulled away.

There weren't many boxes, you can figure it out - hats, green hats, right? You aim for the box that you know for a fact yields the green hats, since it was labelled 'hats' and under it was 'green' written in pen. Easy.

You pick up the light box, only realizing how quiet the room is when you grunt with the first step you take towards the exit. When you come back to the gift shop, it's brimming with customers again, and Stan is the one working the cashier, meaning that you've got the time to walk all the way over to the shelves and put the hats on display. That's a task you can accomplish on most days, but with Stan eyeing you the way he does from the distance, you know that this'll be the start of more shenanigans of his.

You stuck your tongue out at him when you accidentally locked gazes, and he looked down with a fond smile, hoping you didn't see it.

You set the box down and cut it open with a box cutter you found lying around on one of the shelves - oh, they should stop leaving that in the gift shop where people can freely access it, like, who even leaves it here? Stan, probably, because you usually take it back to the storage room at the end of your shift.

You pick up a stack of hats, separating it in two and placing it down on the shelf in front of you, not even budging when the vibrator started buzzing at its lowest setting.

You puffed out your cheeks as a moan filled your mouth, and you swallowed it back down right away. It was no point looking back at Stan, because you knew he was subtly or not so subtly watching you from far away, enjoying every little change in your posture and flexing of your muscles that he registers.

Your stomach was churning and twisting, causing a surge of warmth to spill right out of it, coating your entire body, and then you felt a hand down on your back. You snapped around, worried that a customer was getting handsy with you after noticing your struggle, but you were just met with Stanley's eyes, and that sweet smile he had on his face.

,,Ya alright, babe?" he grabs the remote in his pocket, and squeezes it without pushing any buttons, waiting for your answer.

You give him a nod, and bend over, masking your need to rest your knees as you picking up an another stack of hats. The two second break wasn't enough, but at least you got to have it - you straighten up, and start placing the merchandise down on the shelves.

A raggedy gasp leaves you when the toy's buzzing intensifies, and you feel yourself go numb from the waist down. You grab Stan by the shoulder, not caring who's watching the two of you as you stand in the corner of the shop, not bothered by the customers that were left alone by the cash register.

,,Woah, ya sure you're alright?" Stan looks back, making sure no one is staring your way, and then wraps his hand around your waist, letting you know that there aren't any invasive eyes pointing at you ,,Want me to turn it off?"

You gasp, gripping the sleeve of his jacket ,,Fuck, don't you dare -" you were painfully close to an another orgasm, and this time you won't let him ruin it for you.

Normally, you'd probably look around and see if you're safe to let go, but you know Stan has your back, and that you have nothing to worry about when his warm body is right at your side and you can smell his cologne in the air, hear his breathing, and glancing down, you can see that he got a little hard watching you squirm.

You shut your eyes, and your mouth opens with a silent scream - you come, and it's Stan's job to hold you upright as your legs lose all feeling in them. It felt like what you would think being squeezed under a hydraulic press would feel like, you didn't have lungs or limbs or a throat to moan through, you just had this horrible, crushing bliss forcing itself through every muscle in your body and that's all you could feel for a few very long seconds.

,,Fuck," Stan cursed, leaning in - while this is pretty much what he wanted to see, it still filled him with anxiety to have you shivering in his arms with so many eyes around that could focus on you and him any time now. He can't help but voice his shock ,,Right here? Holy Moses, babe, there's so many people around -"

,,I know -" you breathe out, cutting yourself off when you realize that you're not speaking at a normal volume. You drop your voice to a quiet wheeze ,,I know, fuck, I know -"

Stan considers your babbling a hint that he should turn the vibrator off, realizing he's forgotten about it. As soon as he pushes the 'off' button, you slump in his hold, going limp as you body gives in to the exhaustion.

The chatter around your became louder as the ringing in your ears passed, and you realized that you're actually in a room full of people. You straighten up, letting go of Stan's shoulder, and then you look down into the box of hats that you're supposed to restock. The box spins, and your feet seem to twist on the floor.

Stanley pressed his lips to your ear, eyes flickering the gift shop's direction to make sure you're not watched, and he starts to whisper: ,,You're so good for me, heh -" he chuckles quietly, the sound as if slipping right down your ear and causing you to shudder ,,- so good, babe, you've done so good,"

You huff, and look at him with a cocky smile stretching your lips ,,I know,"

Stan laughs, kissing you on the cheek before he draws back and steps to the side so that you don't look too suspicious cuddling in a corner.

Standing upright hurts and tires your body and you've just barely gotten through the first half of the work day and you feel like a mess. There's so many fucking people all around you and he just made you come - not only that, but he's rock hard in his pants in public just from watching you.

Stan clears his throat, and fixes up the sleeve that you've crumbled up, brushing off the memory of your grip off of his shoulder with his hand, and as you stand near, clinging to the last of your dignity, you catch him grabbing his hard cock and adjusting it in his pants - he looks behind himself, trying to figure out whether it's safe to walk back to the register, since it doesn't seem like he is able to hide most of the mess stirring up in his pants.

You crouch next to the box, and pick up an another stack of hats, separating it in the middle and putting it down on the shelf, fixing up the tangled price tag briefly as you place them.

You have to start working, or else someone might start getting suspicious about why the employees are just standing around with their backs turned to the shop.

Stan puts his hand down on the wall, and sighs, gritting his teeth as the erection in his pants throbs and refuses to go down - he should be heading off to the other side of the room to man the cash register, but is too afraid to walk with such a visible hard-on.

,,You're just gonna leave the customers wait?" you tease, realizing that he's not going anywhere anytime soon. It's got your veins going ice cold to think that someone might walk up to you with an 'excuse me' and ask why isn't anyone working in the store. Stan would probably have an amazing excuse, but still.

,,Fuck babe, I can't walk around like this," he gestures at the bulge in his pants that strained against his thigh, and bit into his lip as he weighted his options.

,,You can," you turn to him on your wobbly legs, and lean your shoulder against the sturdy shelf. You play with the brim of a hat, running a finger across it ,,I want you to,"

Stanley scoffs, and brings a hand to his face to scratch the bridge of his nose ,,No fuckin' way. Ya got an idea how embarrassing that would be?"

You grab him by the collar of his suit jacket, and while you know you don't have the strength to actually pull him in, he allows you to drag him closer, stumbling forwards in shock. You lick your lips with a long flick of your tongue ,,I just fucking came in my pants in front of all these people -" you hiss out ,,- this is the least you can do for me,"

He didn't notice your hand sneaking downwards, and yelped in surprise when you patted his hard cock - it wasn't even a sweet encouraging pat, you just groped him and then let go, forcing him to flinch and step back.

,,Come on, Stan - babe, please," you turn to begging when he starts shaking his head - it's only fair, you reason, that he does this for you.

Stan's shoulder slouch as he gives in - it's not that bad of a request, and now that he knows that it turns you on, he really has no choice but do it. He mutters under his breath: ,,Ah, forget about it,"

You let go of his jacket, and straighten up the fabric that you mangled with your grip ,,Go get 'em tiger,"

Stanley turns on his heel and acts as casual as possible while he walks over to the counter - he feels like everyone is looking at him, all the mortified mothers and the teens eyeing him, disgusted that a respectable business like this has a man like this working in it. No one was actually, actively looking - you watched the customers, and only found about two or three pairs of eyes giving Stan a glance that could have been directed at the hard-on in his pants, but other than that, everything was fine.

Stan got to the cash register without any remarks pointed at him, and sat down to hide his embarrassment from the rest of the world. He struck you a glare first, and then resumed working, treating the disgruntled customers as nicely as possible as he finally experiences the level of frustration you've been going through for the past few hours.

You actually feel satisfied, and not only physically, but you feel proud of not getting caught, and it has you feeling a little more confident in yourself. And then there is the sick satisfaction of knowing that Stan is now as horny as you, and has no outlet for it, just like you.

Around afternoon, the customers pool in like bees to honey, tired parents with their kids who pestered them when they saw the sign and curious young pairs visiting family that lives upstate passing by, so after lunch time, it's a bit of a rush hour, and work leaves no free time for you, or Stan.

You came back to work the register, and Stan returned to the museum to give tours, partially forgetting about you as work takes over every part of his brain, even the horny one, as surprising as that is.

The work is not as hard as it could be though - the toy stayed off for a while and it didn't even bother you, since the last time you came was enough for you to keep a clear head for the rest of the day, that is, of course, unless Stan teases you again, which you're pretty sure will happen in near future.

This is the last part of your shift during which you actually only have to sit and ring up items, and then as the work day will come to an end, you'll have to restock - Stan always tells you when you should cut everything off and go get the restocking done, and you have no doubt that he'll get creative with how he will inform you of the closing hours.

Thinking about it, you felt a hard throb in your clit, almost worried the toy was on for a second, when you realized that you just tricked yourself back into that terrible frustration that ate you up from the inside this morning. He didn't even need to tease you, just the memory of him walking around with a hard cock poking in his slacks and the stupid grin he gave you when you kissed him senseless had you going weak.

You grimaced as you handled a mothman plushie, realizing that the discomfort in your stomach and the tingling between your legs is now back in full force, and you can't do anything about it, only wait. You hand the stuffed toy back to the customer, forgetting to smile at them, and then lean back in your chair since you have the counter for yourself now, with a few customers tucked away in different corners, looking around, and many of them simply walked out of the museum and then of the gift shop without even buying anything.

You thought about touching yourself, but understand that that could be a little way too over the line - still, you kept wondering, what if you just slid a hand down your pants again? Stan definitely has his eyes on you, no way he doesn't, and he'd surely drool over himself watching you fall apart.

But you don't do anything, just think your little fantasies to relieve the pressure down in your gut somehow, if not with an orgasm - it makes everything so much worse, and yet you feel like it's also making the arousal more bearable.

You're torn out of your thoughts by an aggravated ,,Excuse me?" coming from a young lady that just popped by the counter.

,,Uh, yes?" you roll closer over to the counter, and look at the figurine she's holding in her hand ,,What can I help you with?" you remember to be polite.

,,This one doesn't play music when you pull the string -" she demonstrates by pulling said string that hung off stand glued to the figurine's feet ,,- see?"

You nod, but aren't actually sure what you should do about it. Thankfully, she quickly explains her point.

,,Can I get a discount on it?" she asks, hopeful.

Well, this figurine is of the more expensive merchandise - every gift shop has them, you know, the kinda stuff that no one really buys, but everyone glances at for a second too long.

,,I suppose yes -" you purse your lips, cutting off a squeal as the toy buzzes hard against you, but only once, and then turns off - that was a warning, and you listened to it intently ,,- actually, no - no, you can't, no discounts,"

She sighs and puts it down on the counter, and rolled her eyes ,,Aw man,"

,,I'm sorry," you squeak out, trying hard to not grimace in pleasure.

,,Yeah, thank you," she mumbled, and then began to walk towards the exit, finally leaving you alone.

You glare at the camera, betting good money he's watching from his office - tours are done for today, you realize upon looking at a clock that hung on the wall, and Stan is probably taking a small break. Oh, now who knows what he's doing locked away in that small room, you would bet he's rubbing one out watching you struggle to complete the simple task of sitting.

One single buzz and it's as if you haven't even come twice today, body overreacting to the stimulation in such a distasteful manner that you had to put a hand down on your groin, and push just to feel the toy rub against you. Fuck this is filthy, even for you, and you've done crazy things with Stan.

The vibrator buzzed again, and you grip the underside of your chair, worried you might slip with how high you jumped in surprise. It began to buzz against your aching clit without any restraint, setting number four doing wonders to your numb body.

You cover your mouth, and look around the store, realizing that a customer is heading for the front counter, holding a magnet and a pamphlet in hand - they approached you with a quiet greeting, and then placed the items down in favour of fumbling through their wallet.

You look down to check the prizes, and quickly add up the numbers to tell them the final cost, just so that you can have them out of your hair as possible.

And then, behind them went an another customer, and then another, and you worked as if nothing was wrong, not allowed a single break to moan or roll your eyes and thrust back into the toy's vibrations - you were forced to endure the vibrations without a way to relieve yourself.

You were breathing heavily through your nose by the time you were on the third customer, reacting to each unexpected sound that'd scare you hard enough to bring you down from bliss with irritation, meaning that you frowned and glared around as customers shut the door too hard or spoke too loudly with each other.

This was the last batch, you remind yourself, and after this, the worst is over and all that'll be left for your work day is an hour or two, depending on how big of a mess there is in the museum.

You can do this, right?

A hearty twitch in your pants proved to you that apparently, you cannot - you're going to come soon, and this time it won't go as smoothly as it did when Stan was holding you, hiding you from view. You have to worm your way out of this mess somehow, and the only thing you can think to do to avoid humiliation and disgusted glares is to leave your post and hide in a room where no one can see you.

You excuse yourself, telling the customers to wait up, and carry yourself to the storage room on wobbly legs, constantly buckling over as the toy vibrates restlessly against your wet pussy. You're soaking through your underwear, cursing under your breath when you see the door labeled 'storage' in front of you, realizing you won't last any longer.

The moment the door shuts after you, you slide down and spread your legs, curling your toes in your shoes. You moan out, voice embarrassingly high pitched - something bubbled and boiled between your legs, and you had a feeling that you're losing control of the heat down in your gut. No, it was not just a feeling, not just a hunch, you knew you were not in control anymore, and with the camera blicking in the corner, clearly watching you, you knew that Stan is the one who chooses what happens now.

And he chose to bring everything to a halt. The toy was off, and you were panting on the floor, feeling hot and wet. You furrow your eyebrows and clench your jaw, unsure what to do now - but before you could consider your options and the likeness of each possibility, the toy buzzes once, forcing you to jolt up and moan out.

He turned the toy on and then right off at the most unpredictable moment, never giving you enough pleasure to make you come, and you realize that he's nudging you to come back to the cash register - your lousy theory was proven when you stood up, and the relentless bullying stopped.

There was sweat in your hair and you looked like a mess when you made your way back to the cash register. You apologized for the hold-up, and continued doing your job with your legs closed and ankles locked around each other under the chair.

The minutes dragged on and on, up until the gift shop was empty, and all you could do was close your eyes and try to fall asleep, get some rest before Stan decides to com here and fuck around.

It didn't take long for him to find you in the shop, and it didn't take any effort for him to be able to sneak around you so quietly that you didn't notice him until he was right at your side, and that was only because he caused a shadow to drop as he stood in front of the window.

You yelp even before you open your eyes, and then shift in your chair, trying to play it cool.

He puts a hand down on the counter, fingers tapping as they fall one after the other onto the wood ,,Caught ya slackin' off back there, toots - you've got some real nerve," he curls his hand into a fist, and sticks out a single finger, tracing a scratch on the counter that he just found out about.

You pout, wrinkling your nose - so he was watching you after all ,,What was I supposed to do, then? I was gonna lose it right in front of the - ah! Fuck -" Stan cut you off by turning the vibrator on, and you regret not keeping your eyes on his hands as soon as you noticed that he's in the room - you could have avoided the embarrassing, shocked look on your face when he surprised you with the fourth setting mid-sentence.

,,I'll tell ya what, if ya do something for me, I'll end your shift early,"

,,D - do what?" you ask, watching Stan's hand as it slides down and grabs onto his cock, which easily grew hard over the past few seconds - with the frustration piling up inside of him, he better be ready to get rock hard anytime now.

Stan's eyes light up, and he looks over at the gift shop door, wondering whether he should go and flip the 'open' sign to ensure that there won't be any interruptions. But he can't bring himself to do something like that - the thrill of being caught is the point, after all. He turns back to you ,,I want ya to get on your knees for me - right here babe, come on,"

,,You - you want me to suck you off?" you lift an eyebrow, but oblige by slipping down from the chair and settling on the ground on your knees. As you moved, you managed to yank your underwear across the toy, wedging it in, and you moan out right as you raise your head and see Stan's hard bulge in front of your eyes.

Stan runs a hand through your hair, grabbing a fistful and forcing your head back ,,You've been ... you've been so sexy, today, babe, ya know that? Watchin' ya squirm, cum in your pants, watchin' ya make those cute lil' faces you make when ya feel good right in public -"

You were halfway through opening up his pants, just about to drag his zipper down, when you processed what was said to you - the praise was something you'll have to come back to thank him for after you're done fixating on a crucial point in his words ,,I was m - making faces?"

,,So many faces, toots - you looked like you were goin' through an fuckin' stroke every ten minutes," he teases, adding a malicious chuckle too.

You yank his pants down hard as revenge for not telling you something that important sooner, and his back hits the counter behind him as he stumbles back. His hard cock bounced out, and the leaking cockhead hit your cheek. You huffed in annoyance at the stain of pre-come it left behind on your flushed skin. The vibrator buzzed hard, and in this position, it had you feeling like you're vibrating with it.

,,Come on, babe, put that mouth to work, I'm dying over here,"

You lick the side of his cock, moving up to the root of his shaft with your tongue, burying your nose in the thick, grey pubes, pressing your lips down to his cock and kissing it, teasing ,,At least you know - ah, shit -" your rolled your hips and the toy hit you just right, dragging a moan out of you ,,- you know how I felt all day,"

,,Ah, forget about it -" he laughs nervously ,,Shit - ugh!" his laughter turns into a sigh when you take him into your mouth.

,,Fuck, baby, sweetheart, sweetie -" he starts mumbling out nosense ,,- you've been so good for me today, ya know that? So good," he repeats his previous words, breathing out a heavy puff of air every once in a while to make sure that he keeps the groans and moans inside, at least for now. He's been watching you all day, held on his own edge while you got all the fun - that's debatable, but at least you got to come a few times, and he sure as hell intends to let the toy wring out as many orgasms out as you want from it while you're blowing him.

You swallow his thick cock in one go, tasting salty sweat, and your lidded eyes point upward, watching his cheeks burn a bright pink. You hum, and to him it felt like the vibrations that were pressing down to your throbbing clit have moved up your body and reached your flexing throat.

He hums back, closing his eyes as he drops his elbows down onto the counter and gets ready to enjoy whatever happens to him.

You pull back, giving the head of his cock a gentle suck before fully taking it out of your mouth. You moan, and roll your hips, trying to wedge your underwear into your pussy and push the toy closer to your numb clit - it's been on you for so long, setting four is just not sufficient anymore ,,Fuck, can you - can you turn it up higher?"

,,Gettin' - ugh, gettin' needy?" Stan teased, but obeyed your request, reaching into his pocket and grabbing the smooth white remote. He doesn't take a look, just pushes the first button he finds under his finger, hitting the fifth setting through a lucky coincidence.

The vibrator has your hips rocking back and forth as you crouch, and your jaw falls slack with a moan - a perfect moment to take Stan's hard cock back into your mouth.

You press your tongue down against your bottom lip, keeping a smooth glide as you wrap your lips around his cock and start putting your neck into it. You grab his thighs, bracing yourself against them.

Stan groans, and one of his hands slides across your scalp, fingers curling and grasping a handful of your hair. He pushed, and forced his cock down your throat, the surprise had you in gags, and the toy in spasms, the momentary lack of air in your lungs forced you to roll your eyes back as your body shuddered with a jolt of pleasure crashing through you.

You moan, and his grip loosens, hand slipping out of your hair and rising up to serve as a silencer for his grunts - he bites down into his knuckles, the sensitive skin stretching as he pulls and yanks, hoping to distract himself just so that he can last longer, but he's been horny the whole day and it's hard to think about anything other than your mouth.

He takes a look at the door that was still screaming 'open' and 'welcome' on the front to the outside world, and wonders how you've held it together until now - you were truly sent by mother fate to him.

You swallow around his cock, and get his attention back in an instant - he moans, and starts to thrust back into your mouth. Your pussy was clenching down around nothing, pulsing against the vibrator and gushing out juices as you neared an another intense climax.

You snuck a hand down between your legs and pushed down against the vibrator, rubbing yourself roughly until your thighs were tingling.

Stan was panting, and his hand returned to your hair - forcing you to move at a different pace, he used your mouth like a fleshlight. Soon enough he had a blissed out look on his face, and when his gaze dropped down to catch you watching him, it dawns on him that he won't last much longer.

He gasps, and then pulls at your hair, yanking off of his cock - he starts stroking himself fast ,,Ugh babe, fuck - gonna cum soon, get ready -" he warns you just a second before his cock spills its load, squirting right into your open mouth, tainting your damp lips.

Your pelvis shudders and you come right as his load hits your tongue, rolling your eyes back into your head.

,,Ah - fuck! Goddamn it, sweetie, shit -" he throws his head back, unable to look at you without getting turned on again - he squeezed the remote in his sweaty hand, trying to get the 'off' button without looking. He went through a few settings, forcing moans out of your mouth and more spasms out of your oversensitive body. And when the vibrator was finally off, you fell down on your ass, legs spread and face stained with Stan's cum. You hiss as the pain brings you back to your senses, and he snickers.

Stan grabs his limp cock and tucks it back into his pants, grinning down at you. He swirls the remote in his hand, internally thanking it for today. You smile back at him, tapping your knees together, and when you lick his cum off of your lips, he blushes.

,,So - how was your day, sweetie?" he asks, casual tone obscured by the fact that he is very cleary chocked up after today's events. He out stretched a hand, grabbed your arm and helped you back up on your feet.

As soon as you're standing, you fall against his chest, bracing yourself against his broad body. It takes so much energy to just keep upright that you're immediately panting - Stan considers that a response.

,,Rough, wasn't it?" he leans in, and licks off the droplets of cum that you've missed off of your face.

,,Ew," you laugh upon realizing what he's doing, but don't back off ,,Y - you're disgusting,"

He hums in amusement - he gets that a lot, after all, and he can't bring himself to say anything to you, because deep down, he knows you're right. Stan wraps his hands around your waist, kissing the corner of your mouth gently.

You tilt your head to catch his lips in a proper kiss, and he gladly indulges with you, pouring his tongue into your mouth as soon as you open up. You giggle, feeling light headed, and it doesn't take long for Stan to return the same giggle back.

You break away, and your hands are on his shoulders, massaging the stiff muscle.

,,Oh boy," he sighs, and snorts in a laugh ,,You - you - you are just -"

,,- the best?" you finish the sentence for him with a joke and a quirk of the eyebrow.

Stan gets this sentimental look on his face though ,,Yeah ... yeah, the best," he repeats, chuckling a little just for his own amusement.

You 'Aw' and not mockingly so ,,Was this everything you've ever wanted?"

,,That, and more,"

Stanley leans in for an another kiss, but as soon as his lips touch yours, the vending machine swings open, scratching up the floor in the same half circle pattern that's already torn into the wooden planks. Stan huffs and shouts the sound's direction: ,,Hey, we're in the middle of something!"

Stanford wasn't intending to even spare his brother, or you a glance as he made his way into the kitchen to make some coffee for tonight, but when his brother gave him an attitude for simply daring to leave his basement, he looked up and decided to cuss him out ,,In the middle of what? I thought you're closing around this time," he points out, turning to you for confirmation.

Stan rolls his eyes, trying to keep it together as he sputters out some excuses ,,Well, yeah, but - but - just get out -" he points to the door to the living room, chasing his twin out of the room with a glare.

,,I am getting - getting out ... oh," the volume of Ford's voice lowered the more he looked at you. You definitely still have cum on your face, and you can tell because of the slightly grossed out and yet intrigued look on his face.

You avert your eyes, hiding your face in Stan's jacket, having very little care for how many cum stains you'll leave on the dark fabric.

Ford shakes his head in disappointment and scoffs in disbelief, shoving his hands into his pockets - an innocent action that after today will always send a spike of arousal, no matter who does it, and then, red-faced, Ford lowers his head and walks into the living room, leaving the vending machine door creaked open and the employees only door swinging.

You're the first one to start laughing, and Stan follows ,,Holy Moses, babe -"

,,That was so embarrassing," you dip your head back with an annoyed moan, but it's all in good fun ,,I hate you,"

,,Eh, come on, forget about it, I bet'cha he's just jealous - everyone's just jealous I got a babe like you in my hands,"

,,This is horrible," you put a hand to your cheek, feeling not only a warm stain on it, but also how hot it was with blush ,,I feel so gross,"

,,Should take a shower then, babe. I'll finish up the rest of your shift,"

You put a hand on his chest, and pop open a button on his jacket ,,You'd really do that for me?"

Stan pushes you away gently, and you step back without any trouble ,,Ya earned it, toots, fuck, ya know ya earned it,"

,,Fine," you smirk ,,But when you're done doing my work, you gotta join me in the shower,"

,,Oh, alright, alright, babe -" he purrs, and kisses you, stepping away when he's done so that he doesn't get too lost in it.

You make your way into the living room, keeping your eyes on him as you walk, giving him a flirty wink as soon as you open the door.

,,Oh to hell with it," he slaps the counter as he makes the decision to run after you, following you into the bathroom.

He's pretty sure the vibrator is water proof - and he knows how he can put that to use.