What Happens In The Basement

Desperate Enough For Telemarketing

Have I ever shared with you my experience with telemarketing? I was 22 years old with a toddler and infant when my Mother passed but that’s not what this is about. The point is that I didn’t work for 6 months and when I did attempt to re-enter the workforce I wasn’t ready for a “real” job yet. My need for money but lack of motivation led me to telemarketing. Yes, I was one of those people that call you in the middle of dinner to beg you for money. What happens in the basement of my head pulled me into a literal basement. The ad stated $/hr and commission so naturally I didn’t see that the organization was in the basement of a bank building.

I was both intrigued and ready to find out more. After submitting my resume, I received a call immediately. Interviewing was easier than I thought it would be which, in hind sight, was foreshadowing of what happens in the basement. The tour was given to me by the two tall male supervisors which only consisted of a room full of cubicles and two other large unused spaces. As if the venue of workspace wasn’t odd enough, the characters I worked with were the stars of the show. You could procure any drug or type of alcohol with ease on any given day. Quickly I learned that this job is only tolerable in an altered state of mind. I was definitely stoned on most days.

What Happens In The Basement

On my 3rd day the gentleman in the cubicle next to me came back from break high as a kite. He was collecting donations for a local fire department and he was doing it well. As I was watching and listening to him I noticed he was scooting further and further into his desk. Curious, I subtlety peeked over into his cubicle and could tell he was jacking off right there. His arm was just violently jerking up and down and then he saw me looking. Our eyes locked momentarily and I quickly averted my gaze but my pussy was already pulsating. My peripherals wouldn’t stop watching and he knew it. He reached over, took my hand and placed it on his cock instructing me without words.

I have no idea why but the submissive “good girl” in me did as I was silently instructed. My slender fingers wrapped around his fat shaft and my head swam. The dialer we were on gave me a call and I answered awkwardly. Reading the script like a robot, I stroked his shaft from balls to the tip of his mushroom head over and over again. The adrenaline of the situation had me trembling. Possibly getting caught was making me so scared and yet, somehow so fucking wet. Quickly I realized this basement is like the tack room of the horse stable. It was a cesspool of horny, drunk, high and quick witted people.

A Very Revealing Day 5

Fast forward to my 5th shift of “what happens in the basement, stays in the basement”. By this point I had seen everything at this gig and my anxiety about getting “caught” had subsided substantially. Now I felt like if I were to lay in the middle of the aisle between rows of cubicles and just start rubbing my pussy my co-workers would just applaud. When the elevator doors opened after coming back from break, my sexy supervisor was powerfully standing in the middle of the door blocking my exit. He stepped in and said, “take a ride with me for a minute” and I knew I had been caught.

As he pressed the button for the top floor of the building I held my breath. He turned back around to me and said, “I just had to get you alone because you are irresistible”. When I realized that my boss was in on the debauchery of what happens in the basement, I was relieved. As he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him our lips met. While kissing he pushed the button to go back to the basement without us ever getting off first. I was confused but said nothing. When the elevator came to a stop, so did we and straightened as the doors opened.

What Happens in the Basement Is Pure Climax

What happens in the basement now? He led me to one of the empty rooms in the basement and there was a sex swing hanging from a hook in the ceiling in the corner. Oddly, I wasn’t as shocked as you would think one would be. He led me to the corner and raised my sundress over my head while at the same time pressing me down in to the swing. I quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them to his knees to reveal a very nice cock. I let out a “fuck me please” and he obliged. He pushed me into the swing and fucked my pussy for the next 15 minutes. After we both exploded cum all over one another, we fixed ourselves and resumed our daily task of collecting donations.

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