Ethan tries and fails to focus at work

Ethan escaped to work as soon as he could, slipping out the side door before his mom could ask more questions or Rick could give him one of those knowing looks that made his stomach twist.

GameStop was dead — the usual midweek slump. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as he restocked shelves, straightened the used game displays, and helped a shy middle-school kid pick out a Switch game. He tried — really tried — not to think about the previous day. About Rick's cock. About the way Rick had used him like a toy.

He failed miserably.

His phone buzzed every twenty minutes like clockwork, each vibration sending a jolt straight to his cock.

Rick: Still hard as fuck thinking about you, shorty. Your pussy looked so goddamn creamy and stretched open. Still leaking my cum this morning? Bet that tight little hole is still gaping from how hard I fucked it.

Eve : (Ethan, hiding in the stockroom between two tall shelves of Xbox cases, typing fast with shaking fingers) yeah daddy… still so tender. my clit’s swollen and throbbing just reading this. i woke up with your cum still dripping out of me. had to finger myself in the shower just to take the edge off. wish you were here...

Rick: Fuck. That’s my good little slut. I’m in the warehouse bathroom right now stroking this fat black cock thinking about bending you over the counter again. Gonna make you **** on it till your mascara runs down your pretty face.

Rick: [video attached]

A twenty-five-second video. Rick was sitting on the edge of the warehouse sink, pants around his ankles, thick eleven-inch cock in his fist. He stroked it lazily at first, slow and deliberate, letting the camera drink in every thick, pulsing vein running along the shaft. His thumb smeared the steady leak of precum over the swollen, flushed head in slow circles. The camera angle was low, showing the heavy balls tightening as he worked himself, the way the thick shaft throbbed visibly in his grip. He didn’t say much — just a low, rough grunt near the end as he squeezed the base, making the head flare even bigger.

Near the end of the video, Rick's voice came through low and rough: “Look at this fat black dick, shorty. It’s been leaking for you all morning.

Ethan’s jeans tightened painfully. He glanced around — no customers in sight, manager still in the back office on his phone. He slipped into the employee bathroom, locked the door, yanked his pants down, and wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock.

Eve’s voice purred in his head, low and filthy.

Stroke it slow, baby boy. Look at how thick he is. Imagine that fat head pushing past your lips. Imagine swallowing him while he calls you his good little cumrag. Cum quick — we’ve still got shelves to stock.

Ethan came in under two minutes — hot spurts hitting the sink, knees buckling against the wall as his orgasm ripped through him. He cleaned up as fast as he could, splashed cold water on his flushed face, and went back out like nothing had happened.

The texts kept coming all shift, growing filthier with every exchange.

Rick: [voice note attached — sent in the early afternoon].

Rick’s voice came through low, gravelly, and dripping with filth: “Listen up, you nasty little slut. Tonight I’m gonna bend you over the couch the second you walk through that door. I’m shoving this fat black cock straight down your throat first — gonna fuck your face so deep and hard your mascara’s gonna run in rivers down your cheeks while you gag and **** like the **** cumrag you are. I want spit pouring out of your mouth, dripping all over your tits while I use that throat like a cheap fleshlight."

Ethan could hear the squelch of Rick's stroking through the voice note.

"Then I’m gonna flip you over, spread those fat cheeks wide open, and double-penetrate those greedy little holes. I’m sliding my thick cock balls-deep in your pussy while I work a fat dildo straight into your tight ass at the same time. Gonna stretch both your holes so fucking wide you’ll feel me for days. I’m gonna pump that dildo in and out of your ass while I pound your cunt raw, making you squirt all over the fucking floor like the pathetic, dripping whore you are. You’re gonna be shaking, crying, begging me to breed you while both holes are stuffed full. I’m gonna fill that womb so full of my hot cum it’ll be leaking out around my cock for hours. And when I’m done? I’m pulling out and making you clean every inch of my dick with that sloppy mouth. Be ready, slut. I want that pussy dripping down your thighs the second you step inside. Don’t you dare wear panties. I want easy access to both your holes tonight.”

Ethan, stupidly, had listened to the voice note on low volume, held up to his hear while still at the counter.

At the voice note's conclusion, he glanced around quickly — the store was still empty, manager nowhere in sight. His hands were shaking as he slipped the phone into his pocket and hurried toward the employee bathroom in the back.

The second the door clicked shut and the lock turned, he leaned back against it, breathing hard. He didn’t even try to fight it this time.

The full shift rolled through him like warm honey.

His chest swelled as Eve's perky C-cups pushed out against his hoodie, nipples hardening into tight peaks. His hips widened slightly, thighs thickening until they pressed together. Between his legs a slick, puffy pussy formed, lips already glistening and swollen with need. Platinum strands lengthened down his back, brushing along his shoulders. His voice softened into Eve's breathier, higher tone.

Eve was in control now, and she was starving.

She hit play on the voice note and set the phone on the sink, turning the volume low but loud enough to hear every filthy word.

Rick’s gravelly voice filled the small bathroom: “Listen up, you nasty little slut…”

Eve’s hand immediately slid down her body, under the waistband of her sweats and boxers, fingers finding the new slick heat between her thighs.

“…Tonight I’m gonna bend you over the couch the second you walk through that door…”

Two fingers parted her puffy lips and sank inside her soaked pussy with a wet squelch. She gasped, head falling back against the door.

“I’m shoving this fat black cock straight down your throat first — gonna fuck your face so deep and hard your mascara’s gonna run in rivers down your cheeks while you gag and **** like the **** cumrag you are…”

She curled her fingers, pumping them in and out faster, thumb circling her swollen clit. Her other hand slipped under her hoodie, pinching and rolling one sensitive nipple.

“I want spit pouring out of your mouth, dripping all over your tits while I use that throat like a cheap fleshlight…”

Eve moaned softly, the sound high and needy. Her hips rocked forward, fucking her own fingers while Rick’s voice continued its filthy tirade.

“Then I’m gonna flip you over, spread those fat cheeks wide open, and double-penetrate those greedy little holes. I’m sliding my thick cock balls-deep in your pussy while I work a fat dildo straight into your tight ass at the same time…”

She added a third finger, stretching herself, imagining the brutal stretch of both holes being filled at once. Her pussy clenched hard around her fingers, juices dripping down her wrist.

“Gonna stretch both your holes so fucking wide you’ll feel me for days. I’m gonna pump that dildo in and out of your ass while I pound your cunt raw, making you squirt all over the fucking floor like the pathetic, dripping whore you are…”

Eve’s legs started shaking. She braced one hand on the sink, fucking herself harder, faster, the wet, obscene sounds of her fingers plunging in and out echoing in the small room.

“You’re gonna be shaking, crying, begging me to breed you while both holes are stuffed full…”

Her eyes rolled back. The pressure built fast — unbearably fast.

“I’m gonna fill that womb so full of my hot cum it’ll be leaking out around my cock for hours. And when I’m done? I’m pulling out and making you clean every inch of my dick with that sloppy, used-up mouth…”

Eve came hard.

Her pussy spasmed violently around her fingers as she squirted — a clear, powerful gush that sprayed across the bathroom floor and splattered the base of the toilet. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, body convulsing, thighs quivering as wave after wave of her squirt pulsed out of her.

The orgasm seemed to last forever.

When it finally ebbed, she was panting, legs weak, fingers still buried deep inside her fluttering pussy.

Eve didn’t even hesitate.

She pulled her fingers out, slick and shiny, and picked up her phone. She hit record on the camera, angled it down between her spread thighs, and filmed the aftermath — her puffy, ruined pussy still twitching, a fresh gush of squirt and arousal dripping onto the tile floor.

She started the voice note, voice breathy and wrecked: “Hey daddy…I just listened to your voice note in the bathroom at work and fucked myself like the **** little whore I am. I squirted so fucking hard thinking about you double-penetrating me with your cock and that fat dildo… look what you did to me.”

She panned the camera slowly, showing the puddle on the floor, then back up to her flushed face and glassy eyes.

“I’m gonna be such a good girl for you tonight. No panties. I’ll drop to my knees the second I walk in and let you use my throat until I can’t talk. Then you can bend me over that couch and wreck both my holes until I’m shaking and crying and begging you to breed me. I want you to stretch me so wide I feel empty without you inside me. Please daddy…ruin your little cumrag.”

She ended the recording, attached the video of her squirting, and sent it to Rick with no hesitation.

Eve : [video + voice note attached]

Then she leaned against the sink, breathing hard, a dazed, satisfied smile on her lips.

She was still leaking.

And she couldn’t wait for tonight.

Ethan...on the other hand...panicked from deep in Eve's mind and managed to wrestle control back and transform back into himself.

He cleaned up as quickly as he could in the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face and wiping the evidence of Eve's orgasm off the sink, and mirror, and...well...everywhere. His hands were still shaking when he stepped back onto the sales floor. The store was still dead quiet, which only made things worse — no customers meant nothing to distract him from the constant buzz of his phone.

He tried to focus. He really did.

He straightened a display of wireless headsets, reorganized the clearance bin of old PS4 games, and even wiped down the demo stations with more care than they probably needed. But soon his phone vibrated in his pocket like a live wire against his thigh, and his cock twitched again, already half-hard despite having just cum.

Rick: Fuck, shorty. That video you just sent me? Goddamn. Watching you squirt all over the bathroom floor while you listened to me talk about double-penetrating you made me so hard I had to lock myself in the warehouse bathroom again. You’re such a nasty little whore for me.

Rick: [photo attached]

A new picture — Rick’s thick cock gripped tightly in his fist, the head flushed dark and shiny, a thick bead of precum dripping down the shaft. The background was clearly the warehouse bathroom again.

Rick: This is gonna be buried in your pussy tonight while I work that fat dildo in and out of your ass. Gonna stretch both holes until you’re crying and begging. Be ready. Ethan’s breath hitched. He leaned against the counter, pretending to check inventory on the tablet, but his mind was already replaying the voice note — Rick’s gravelly voice describing exactly how he was going to ruin both his holes at once.

Ethan had to grip the edge of the counter to stay upright. His cock was fully hard again, pressing painfully against his jeans. He glanced at the clock — still 90 minutes until he was off.

Rick sent two more videos — one of him stroking slowly in the warehouse bathroom, grunting about how he was going to double-penetrate her tonight, and another short clip of him slapping his heavy cock against his palm while promising to breed her until she couldn’t walk.

By the time Ethan finally clocked out at 4 p.m., he was exhausted, his boxers were a mess, and his mind was completely fogged with lust and guilt.

He drove home in silence, already knowing he was going to shift into Eve again the second he got to the basement.

Because no matter how hard he tried to stay Ethan…Eve was winning.

He got home just as the sun was dipping low. Susan’s car was gone — she was still at work. The house felt quiet. Too quiet.

His phone buzzed twice in quick succession.

Rick [to Eve}: I fucking hate to do this shorty. Especially after all we talk about today. But I gotta work late tonight — emergency inventory at the warehouse. Won’t be back till at least 10.

Rick {to Ethan]: DeQuan's swinging by for a bit. He’s grabbing some stuff from the garage or something. Should be gone before I get home.

Ethan stared at the second message. DeQuan — Rick’s 18-year-old biological son from his first marriage. The one who lived with his mom on the other side of town, but still dropped by occasionally. Tall. Almost as tall as his dad, but not quite as muscular. Same deep voice, same easy swagger. Ethan had always kept his distance, mostly because DeQuan did the same.

He headed down to the basement to drop his bag.

And froze.

The basement bathroom door was closed.

The shower was running.

Steam was seeping out from under the door in lazy curls.

A low, deep hum — someone singing off-key to whatever was playing on their phone — drifted through the wood.

Ethan’s heart slammed against his ribs.

Eve’s voice went very quiet… then very excited.

Oh… fuck.

He stood rooted to the spot, staring at the closed door.

A large black man was showering mere feet away from them… again.

And this time, it wasn’t Rick.