Joss's new girl finds him

"Joss what the fuck?" I register a familiar, female voice.

I know, in the back of my mind, that I'm not meant to feel this need. I've never sprawled myself out on my couch and worked myself over and over, even if every climax is amazing. I also know, in the back of my mind, that I should be trying to focus on the voices emanating from my phone, but I can't tear my mind away from my hands trying desperately to find a cure to the tense heat inside me. I concentrate the little any attention I can spare on trying to determine who is talking on the phone.

"And what is that moaning sound?" The new voice is definitely angry.

I'm aware of some shuffling noises in the background.

"Stefanie?? Are those your moans? What the fuck - you guys broke up months ago! Joss, wake up!"

Hearing my name startled me out of my focus for a second. I can make out some scuffling and a couple of -- was that a slap?

"Wha, hey baby." It sounds like Joss is coming to.

"Don't 'hey baby' me - what the hell are you doing with this skank. Are you cheating on me? Wait, is that a fleshlight?! Joss??!"

There's more noises and suddenly the phallus in my mouth is gone. I guess she's ripped it off of him. For the first time in an hour, I can move my mouth! I take the opportunity to flex my jaw and then close my mouth. However, my drool built up so quickly that it started to leak out of my closed lips. My contribution to the call is a sexual, "ah cah ethplain! Bleeath thurn ith oth!" My attempts to diffuse the situation were rendered helplessly unintelligible by my infinite problem.

The voice yells, evidently looking at the toy more closely, "Oh fuck, Joss, it's leaking everywhere. How do I turn it off?!"

"Agh, my head, Katy. Please calm down." I know sane people well enough to know that his negotiating was not going to resonate with her. "Be careful with it, it's connected to her." I cringe.

"It's WHAT?! How?! Give me the phone. Joss, we have some talking to do."

That was the last thing I hear as the call disconnects.

I drift back into my world of trying to satisfy the burning for long enough to get some momentum, but, as quickly as it came, the desire disappears and is replaced with cold self-awareness. I look down at myself and see drool and juices down my front and between my legs, soaking my clothes. All my muscles ache from exhaustion and I am consumed with thirst. I'm too tired to do anything other than drink or sleep.

The next morning, I'm still sore, physically and emotionally. With my full faculties returned, I'm also furious. I try to call Joss a few times and leave him a voicemail. "You asshole. Give the thing back right now before I tear you a new hole."

Many attempts later, I have to put the phone down and focus on getting to work. I don't feel particularly productive at work - my focus is split between understanding what happened, and the ethical implications of toys like these, and trying to figure out what I can and should do with Joss. What he did was appalling -- disgusting -- but I don't know if it was a crime, and even if it was, can I even explain this situation to the police? Which country was the crime even committed in?! I can't sever the connection with the device without removing the whole chip, which isn't an option. I need to reason with him.

Hours later, that afternoon, I receive a text from an unknown number.

"This is Katy. Fuck you, hussy. You two broke up months ago and you need to stay the hell away from him now. You can't just mess around with other relationships like that. Joss explained how the toy works and as far as I'm concerned it's mine now, and I'm going to use it to make sure you can't ruin any more relationships."

Well that explains the voice I'd forgotten hearing last night.