Being a cleaner for the local teamster’s union wasn't my first, second, or even third choice of careers, but I've got to admit it has its perks. For one thing, the pay and benefits are pretty good; I can finally afford an apartment of my own. For another, I don't have to worry about crawling back to live with my asshole parents, endlessly hunting for roommates, or stealing from the local supermarket just to have food at the end of the day.

I frown as I brush the duster over a set of filing cabinets. I used to like stealing. It was fun, exciting, and satisfying. I suppose that changed somewhere down the line.

A lot of things have changed recently, usually for the better. For instance, I thought I would hate wearing skirts, but it’s actually been really nice. Especially short ones like my uniform has. Black with white trim, a loose blouse on top, and an apron in the front with lots of pockets for my cleaning supplies. I’m also wearing a pair of long tights and some durable sneakers on bottom, and up top my long blonde hair is tied up in a bun.

A pair of thick, calloused hands grabs my waist, fingers sliding into the gap between my shirt and skirt.

“Morning, Marissa,” Jake, the owner of the hands says. He’s one of the office workers, although he picks up enough shifts as a laborer that you could be forgiven for forgetting that.

I lean back into him, pressing my backside against his front. “Hey, Jake. Working hard, or...” I trail off, and look over my shoulder with a smirk. “Well, I think I can guess the answer to that.”

His hard cock strains against the fabric of his pants. I shift, grinding my ass against it.

Jake chuckles. “Can't help it, not with a pretty little thing like you dancing about in that slutty maid outfit.”

“Just doing my job.” I wiggle, and he lets out a grunt. “Speaking of, you wanted that taken care of, right? Any preferences?”

His hand moves to the small of my back, and he presses forward. I bend at the hip, hands braced on the cabinets I was just cleaning, and spread my feet in a wide stance. He flips up my short skirt, revealing my bare ass and smooth legs.

“I think you can guess.” His other hand rubs against my wet pussy, and I shiver with pleasure. “Already soaked, huh?”

“You know me,” I say, voice heavy with lust. “I'm always ready to work.”

A zipper slides down, and his hard cock presses against my skin. He's hot, blisteringly so. Rather than inserting right away, he teases me by rubbing his length between my legs. I bite my lip, and struggle not to moan.

“Eager, are we?” Jake asks.

“You know me.” I manage a grin.

He presses his tip against my entrance, and slowly slides into me. I gasp as I'm filled, and again as he starts slowly thrusting back and forth.

This is another benefit to this work, and probably my favorite part of it. Unlimited sex with a bunch of fit, burly men and women? It's like a wet dream I never had. How could I possibly refuse a position like this?

I really can't think of a way to refuse, oddly. Normally I'm good at hypotheticals like that.

It doesn't matter, not when I'm being fucked like this. He grunts, and squeezes my ass with one hand, while rubbing my back with the other. I rock in time with his movement, breaths coming in bursts and spurts. Pleasant fog clouds my mind, blotting out everything but the sensation of being filled, and this tingling electricity of his movements.

He gasps, and bends over me as he cums. Hot semen shoots into me, and I close my eyes to savor the feeling. For a moment, we just stay like that, panting and basking in the afterglow.

Then he pulls out, and I straighten up with a smug smirk. “Satisfied?”

He nods, and stows his dick in his pants again. “Yeah, thanks. Great as always, Marissa.”

Jake heads for the washroom, and I return to my dusting. I’ll clean myself up once I finish this room, but right now I'd like to just enjoy the fun dribbling down my inner thighs.

I take pride in my work, after all, and I wouldn't want to slack off just because I'm too busy enjoying the benefits.

*****

Surprisingly, I don't have that many meetings with human resources. In another workplace, wearing a shirt skirt with no underwear would be more than enough to get disciplined. Here, it's almost more disappointing that it doesn't have that consequence. No, this is a pretty standard performance review.

Which is why I'm currently on my knees, between the legs of the head of HR, bobbing my head up and down the length of his cock. It's a nice one, too. Not too long, a comfortable girth, and uncircumcised for his pleasure. He isn't unattractive either, if a bit on the older side. Early forties, starting to bald, and clearly not as muscular as he was in his youth. He's tall, thin, and has a soft face. He's also just a nice guy.

“No complaints with your work,” Harold says, voice slightly strained with the effort of holding back his orgasm. “Although I've noticed you logging some overtime hours lately.”

I pull back from his dick with a wet pop, and shift to stroking it with my hand. “There's a lot of cleaning, and some days my other duties are a bit overwhelming. Not in a bad way, just that I need extra time to get them both done.”

He nods in understanding, and I go back to sucking with my mouth. The salty taste of precum sends a shiver down my spine, and I flick my tongue across the head to get more. Harold sucks in a breath.

“I thought it was something like that. I've discussed this with the higher ups, and we think it would be best to hire another cleaner.” I pause in my motions, and look up at him. He smiles weakly. “This isn't a knock against you; The entire staff loves you.”

I smile back, and resume sucking.

“We just ah...” He quivers, barely holding on. “We recognize that your current job is demanding, and want to give you more time to focus on the quality of your service, rather than being forced to fixate on quantity. Is that alright with you?”

I roll my tongue over his head, suction in my cheeks, and gently caress his balls. Harold cums with a sharp moan, semen painting my tongue with tangy goodness. I swallow every last drop, and make extra sure to lick him clean before pulling back with a satisfied grin.

“Sounds good to me, good.” I smirk seductively. “I don't mind sharing the load.”

*****

The new girl looks to be about my age, in her mid to late twenties. She’s slightly taller than me, and a bit broader as well. Not that she’s fat or anything, more just that I’m fairly skinny and she’s got some healthy chub on her thighs, waist, and arms. Straight, black hair goes down to her shoulders, held back only by a frilly maid headband.

She’s standing at attention, hands gripping her skirt as she waits for someone to tell her what to do. Nervous, a bit uncomfortable in her outfit, and slightly overwhelmed. I remember when I was like her, back before I settled in.

I plaster a smile to my face, and turn the corner I was hiding behind. She startles at my appearance, and gives a nervous smile back.

“Good morning, Allie?” I ask, head tilted slightly. She nods, and I return the gesture satisfied. “My name is Marissa, and I’ll be your trainer for today. Well, I’m also just your coworker, and the only other cleaner here.”

She nods again, tongue clearly caught somewhere between the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat.

“You watched the videos?” I ask, and receive another nod. “Good, that makes this simpler. Come on, I’ll show you the cleaning closet.”

We stroll briskly down the hall, Allie slightly behind me. As we walk, I point out various nooks and crannies we need to clean. The baseboards, which always seem to collect dust. The frames on the pictures and posters, along with the glass screens on occasion. There's a weird art statue in the middle of an intersection, which always takes longer than it should to dust.

Through all the chatting, Allie never relaxes. She nods, and asks short questions, but never actually lowers her guard.

“You don't have to worry, you know,” I say as we reach the closet.

Allie blinks, but doesn't immediately respond.

“You'll be fine. People here are nice, and nobody will do anything you don't want.” It's odd, but true. There's a safe word built into the contract, and so far everyone’s been good about it. In the back of my mind, I can’t help but worry about what might happen if someone doesn’t respect it. Usually when I have those thoughts, I just use the company’s relaxation app, and everything turns out fine.

“I know, they told me, it’s just.” She takes a stuttering breath. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I smile softly, and push open the door to the closet. “Everyone has to start somewhere.”

Allie takes a deep breath, and follows me into the closet. It’s roomier than it looks from the outside. The narrow entrance is flanked by shelves, each of which is packed to the brim with cleaning supplies. Past that, it opens up into two alcoves opposite one another. The first is the mop station and chemical disposal bins. The second is a shower with a few lockers next to them.

“The lockers have spare uniforms and equipment, if you ever need one,” I explain, having already gone over the boring parts. “Additionally, this box here—” I pat a metal unit hanging off the wall at about head height, “has any health products you might need.”

First aid, menstrual products, condoms, birth control, and other assorted goodies. There’s even some flu and covid tests mixed in with the lot. Yet more proof of how much the company cares about our wellbeing.

Allie nods, eyes straying to the shower. “Is there a curtain?” she asks hesitantly.

“Nope. Closet doesn’t lock either, if you were wondering.” I toss a wink her way.

Her cheeks flush, and she fiddles with her skirt a bit. “That’s...” she trails off, and swallows thickly. “That’s kinda hot.”

I grin, and nod. “Sure is.”

She doesn’t react when I slide closer to her, but she does jump slightly when I rest my hand on her lower back. Allie’s eyes flick towards me, clouded with just the faintest bit of lust. I press my chest against her arm, and slowly start moving my hand downwards.

“We have a few minutes, if you’d like a more... thorough training on this space.” She sucks in a breath as my hand gently squeezes her ass over her skirt. “You remember the word, right?”

“Yes,” she says vacantly. “To both.”

I slip my hand under her skirt, and hum in approval when I’m met with bare skin. “No panties, good.”

“They said not to, in orientation,” she says, squirming slightly as I continue to feel her up.

Orientation was interesting. I remember being a bit suspicious, before they had me watch a couple hours of videos. Most of those were a blur, as it tends to go with jobs like this, but the hands-on training afterwards is seared into my mind. I lick my lips, and slide my other hand up the front of her shirt.

“Did you enjoy your orientation?” My voice is low and husky.

“Y-yes,” she squeaks, reacting to my fingers circling her nipples. “They had me demonstrate my experience. Said it was a baseline.”

“They’ll test you again later,” I whisper, breath tickling her earlobe. I stop groping her ass, and rub my fingers over her pussy from behind. She’s wet, as expected.

Allie shivers, and spreads her legs slightly. “I can’t wait.”

She’s already loosening up, even after just a few touches. Tension bleeds away, nerves fade, and anxiety shits into anticipation. I remember when I was like her, back when I first started. Every day I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it, only for those worries to vanish the second I actually started doing anything.

“Feeling better?” I ask, slowing down my movements.

“Yes.” She bites her lip, and rocks gently against my hand.

“If you’re ever nervous, you can borrow one of the company walkman,” I say, jerking my head towards one of the lockers. “They have some really nice motivational tracks on them.” I pause, and catch her eye. “Kind of like the orientation videos.”

She stares at me blankly, before nodding politely. She’ll put it together later. Or she won’t, I guess. Doesn’t really matter either way, as she’s not the type to be upset about it.

They wouldn’t have hired her if that were the case.

Rather than pursue that line of questioning further, I slide my middle finger into her core. She shivers, and leans further into my touch. I reach around with my other hand, and start gently kneading her breasts.

“Marissa,” she moans softly.

“See? I told you it wouldn’t be that bad.” I curl my finger inside her, and she makes a loud squeaking sound. Her knees buckle, and her body shakes with what can only be an orgasm.

I pull out my finger, and let her fall gently to her knees.

“Want to try something else?” I ask, turning her head to look up at me. She nods, and I move to step in front of her.

Allie’s eyes follow my hand as I slowly raise up my skirt, revealing my bare pussy. She licks her lips, eyes clouded with lust. “I’ve never done this before,” she says softly.

“Well, that’s what practice is for.” I grin, and her lips quirk into a smile.

I place my clean hand on her head, and guide her towards my aching sex. Sparks shoot up through my skin as she presses her lips to me. She starts moving her tongue, licking and probing at my petals. I half close my eyes, letting the pleasant sensations wash over me.

“You’re doing good,” I whisper absently. “Use your tongue to scrap around the edges—yes, just like that.”

Pressure builds as she doubles her efforts, moving her entire head against my crotch in her eagerness to lap up my arousal. The climax approaches like a wave on the horizon, and I bite my lip in preparation for it to hit.

I’m not disappointed.

A long, sensual moan bleeds from my lips, and I lean backwards against a locker as strength leaves my legs. Allie doesn’t stop, if anything my reaction makes her go even faster.

I ride the wave for five seconds, before cracking my eyes open and running my fingers through her hair. “That was very good, Allie.”

She pulls back, face smeared with my slick. A shiver runs through me at the sight, and I force down another spike of arousal. “I did good?” she asks pointlessly.

“Of course.” I ruffle her hair fondly. “You’ll be an excellent fit for the job. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

She beams with pride as I hand her a wet wipe. We spend a few moments wiping ourselves down as I explain more about the actual cleaning portion of our job.

“The next few hours will be mostly cleaning, but around lunch time I’ll give you another lesson on our other duties.” I grab a cart of supplies, and she follows me towards the exit. “I’ll just have you observe, at first, but don’t be afraid to jump in if you want.”

Allie blushes, and nods. “Um, can I ask a question?”

“Of course. This is training, after all.” I smile reassuringly.

“How many women work here?” She’s hesitant, although I don’t know if it’s out of anticipation or dread.

“It varies, but in the offices? Probably about two in five employees are women. That number goes down more for warehouse personnel.” We exit into the hallway, and move towards the first step on my daily route.

“Okay, cool,” she says with a more confident nod. “I was thinking it would be all men.”

I chuckle. “It is mostly men, but there are a few women who are interested in us as well.” I glance back and offer her a smirk. “Most of them spend time with the security guard, Jose.”

Allie blinks. “The thin guy with the short mustache?”

I nod. “He’s not my type, but he’s not bad either.”

I wink, and Allie giggles. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

We reach the first break room, and I start showing her how to disassemble the coffee machine. After that, it’s a simple matter of whipping down surfaces, and dusting the tops of cabinets.

“Thanks, Marissa,” Allie says out of the blue. “For being so helpful.”

“Of course. It’s my job, for one thing, but us girls have got to stick together, yeah?” I bump my hip against hers.

“Yeah!” She bumps me back, and we get back to work.

I have a good feeling about Allie, and it’s not just because she’s my type.

*****

“Start slow, take your time,” I whisper, hand rubbing up and down Allie’s back. I’m kneeling next to her on the carpet near the water cooler. “Mind the teeth—yes, just like that.”

She’s giving Tim a blowjob, and after how badly her last one went, I figured it was best I give her some pointers. Not that the last time was a total disaster, but she’s still having a hard time looking Markus in the eyes. He’s bisexual, so he totally understands and doesn’t hold it against her, but it’s still awkward.

Allie’s lips shine with spittle and pre-cum as slides up and down the length of Tim’s cock. It’s mesmerizing, watching her work, and rather arousing. I press my thighs together subtly, and do my best to shake away the fuzzy cloud of arousal. I can deal with it later, but right now my job is more important.

“See if you can use your tongue as well. Flick against the head of the cock, or run it across it while you’re moving.” She follows my instructions to the letter, and I allow myself a satisfied smile. Tim, for his part, appears to be enjoying this greatly, eyes half lidded and breaths hitching and slow.

Discreetly, I slip my hand under my skirt, and start touching myself. I’m wet enough that I could probably slip a finger in already, but it’s much more enjoyable to tease myself. Slow circles along the outside send shoots of pleasure through my body, but none so intense that it causes me to miss the signs that Tim’s about to come.

“He’s close,” I say, voice thick and husky. “Do you want it inside, or on your face?”

She hesitates for just a moment, before pulling herself off his cock and bringing a hand up to stroke him to completion. Without prompting, she licks the side, pressing kisses along the length as it begins to twitch. Allie closes her eyes, and cum sprays on her face.

I bite my lip, and watch as the white liquid slowly dribbles down her cheeks. Tim leans back against the wall with a low groan, dick rapidly softening in the wake of his climax.

“May I?” I ask, scooching closer to her. She nods, eyes still closed.

I lean in, and lick some of the cum off her cheek. It’s salty, with just a hint of sourness. Not my favorite flavor, if I’m being honest, but the thrill it sends through me to debase myself like this is more than enough to make up for it.

Allie’s lips part with a soft gasp as I pepper kisses and licks to her cum-stained face. She tilts her head, and captures my lips with hers, eagerly kissing me despite the taste on my tongue. Or maybe because of it?

Either way, I’m worked up enough to slip a finger up my pussy, and shift my hand from her back to her ass. She’s worked up to mirror me, with one hand undoing the buttons on my blouse, and the other sliding under her skirt.

Technically, since we’re on the job, we should be moving on to the next task. I’m sure nobody will complain, though. Not when we’re giving them a show.

Besides, it’s part of training, right?

*****

Loud music pumps through the office, lights dimmed for maximum effect. It’s just generic pop, largely inoffensive but not terribly interesting either. Still, it’s enough to get people talking, dancing, and otherwise being energetic. It is a party, after all, and people want to have fun.

Especially here, in the conference room where Allie and I are spending our time.

At some point, Allie lost her top, allowing her large breasts to move freely as she bounces up and down on Markus’s lap; the two of them had a nice discussion, and the awkwardness was properly dealt with.

I, meanwhile, am currently spread across the table on my back, completely nude save for my headband, and getting fucked from two sides. Jack is fucking my pussy, shifting back and forth at a comfortable pace, while Tim’s standing off to the side getting head from me. They’re the latest in a long series of partners we’ve had tonight, not that either seem to mind, and they certainly won’t be the last.

All the while, the music keeps playing, thumping and pounding against my skull in a decidedly pleasant manner. Tim cums, and I swallow it all in a foggy daze. I shoot him a vacant smile, and he shuffles off to let the next person come. Harold steps up next, and rather than a dick, he presents me a water bottle with a suction top. I lean in, and greedily guzzle a few mouthfuls.

“Don’t overwork yourselves,” he says, reaching down to stroke my hair. “Wouldn’t want you to have so much fun you collapse.”

I pull off the water bottle with a short squeak as Jake pushes all the way inside, and pumps a load of semen into me. I clench around him, and buck my hips a few times for good measure.

“No worries, Harold,” I say, although my voice feels distant and strange. “I’m having a great time.”

“Of course you are,” he says with a chuckle.

I turn back, and this time I’m greeted with a cock rather than the water bottle. Needless to say, I start sucking on that instead. Someone bumps against the table with a thump, and before I can look I feel a tongue lapping at my pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Allie diving between my legs, while Markus continues to plow into her from behind. I shiver, and spread my legs to give her better access.

Pleasure builds like a fire inside me, fueling the cloud of hazy lust that taints my thoughts. I roll my tongue over Harold’s dick, even as I wrap my legs around Allie’s head to squeeze more pleasure out of her ministrations. Someone takes my hand, and places it on their hard cock. I stroke him, of course.

Allie’s tongue twists, and I moan around a mouthful of dick as an orgasm rolls through me. Harold pulls out just in time to spray my face with his cum. The scent makes me squirm and writhe, the sight of which is enough for the other man to reach his own climax, spraying my breasts with yet more seed. At the same time, Allie lets out a gasp, and Markus grunts with exertion as he presses himself deep into her.

Five orgasms at once has got to be a new record.

Harold hands me the water, and I take another long swig before passing it down to Allie. Markus shuffles about awkwardly, before leaving with who I now recognize as Ahab. For a moment, there’s nobody else to pleasure, and I can simply breathe.

My muscles ache, and everything stinks of sex and sweat. Allie’s red with more than just arousal, and even Harold seems a bit tired. It’s a lot of work, being the center of an orgy, as it turns out.

“Need a break?” Harold asks. He’s such a nice boss.

“I think I’m good?” I look at Allie.

“We’re good,” she says with a nod. She’s gotten more assertive lately; it’s a good look on her.

Harold opens his mouth to say something else, before the door opens to admit a trio of men from receiving. Joe, Jo, and John, if I recall. They immediately move towards us, two going for Allie and one for me. Joe turns me over, and grips my waist as he begins to fuck me doggystyle on the table. Allie, meanwhile, bends over and begins to enjoy a spit roast between Jo and John.

Harold slips out of the room, leaving the water bottle behind, and I stop thinking about anything but sex.

*****

Steam rises from the tiles of the shower as I scrub away the evidence of the work party. I’m stiff, sore, and sticky, but overall satisfied with how things turned out. Not only did I have a great time, but the bonus pay means I can afford to replace my mattress. Among other things of course, but I’ve been eyeing up a rather expensive one for a while now.

Allie lets out a long sigh from the stall next time mine. I glance over the short, chest high divider, and see her looking up at the stream of water, eyes shut and muscles lax with contentment. I smile, and lean on the divider, arms folded under my chest.

“Feeling good?” I ask amusedly.

“Mmh.” She nods, absently rubbing a sponge across her stomach.

My heart skips a beat as I look at her. Indecision and anxiety build within me, curdling like milk in lemonade. I force myself to breathe slowly, wrangling my thoughts into order. She’s beautiful, kind, and very sweet. There’s no harm in asking, really.

“So, there’s a movie marathon on the sci-fi channel tonight. Sloppy garbage, mostly.” I’m rambling a bit, but it gets her to crack an eye open at me. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over and watch it with me? No pressure, obviously, I just thought it might be fun.”

She turns her head to look at me, both eyes open and mouth turned upwards. “That sounds nice.”

I grin widely, anxiety exploding into excitement.

“Just no funny business, okay? I’m still sore from all this.” Her tone is teasing and light.

I snort out a laugh. “Yeah, no worries there. I know I’m a slut on the job, but sex is the last thing on my mind just about anywhere else.”

Before getting this job, I didn’t really have much interest in sex. Even now, I don’t think about it when I’m not in uniform and on the clock.

Allie’s shoulders drop slightly with relief, and she turns her face back to the stream of water. “Just give me a bit to finish showering.”

Rather than go back to my own cleaning, I stay where I am and stare at her. Water trails down her skin in streams. Her dark hair sticks to her neck and shoulders, heavy with water and shampoo suds. My eyes roam across her large breasts, her pillowy thighs, and the faint stretchmarks on her stomach.

She’s gorgeous.

I’m glad she’s my friend.