Quality Customer Service

I made my rounds around the store. Mostly, I was finishing setting up displays and stocking mouses and keyboards. I was never much for customer service, but when I found customers, I wandered to them and asked them if they needed help. The people who shopped in PC Planet were young adult men like myself who knew what they were doing and didn’t want to be bothered, so I let them be after asking once and went on my way. I was in the middle of setting up signs when Nora interrupted me. A cold expression on her face.

“Adam. A word in my office, please.” Nora said, in a no-nonsense tone and walked away.

I sighed. I behaved well enough, what the hell did she want from me?

I came in, and Nora was sitting on her desk talking with a woman in her thirties with long platinum blonde hair and pouty lips and raccoon eyes. She looked like a Midwestern trophy wife type. I tried my best to smile.

“Adam, this is Mrs. Taylor, she has been in your department for the past ten minutes, and you didn’t stop by once to greet her or help her out,” Nora scolded me, and I looked guiltily at her. She returned a warm expression back to Ms. Taylor and added, “I am so sorry about that Ms. Taylor. We are now under new management, and I’m going to make sure this is corrected.”

“Thank god. I looked around, and all your employees were browsing on their phones or playing with their computers,” Ms. Taylor added in a nasally whiny voice.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Nora remarked and looked at me.

“I’m sorry about that too,” I said honestly. “How can I help you?”

“Now he wants to help me,” Mrs. Taylor said and rolled her eyes. “Do you guys just get paid to stand around? You, young people, know nothing about hard work.”

“Nora, I can help Ms. Taylor from here on out. I must have not seen her. Mrs. Taylor, if you’ll follow me I’ll be more than willing to help you. What do you need?” I said earnestly.

“I wanted a computer for my husband’s grown-ass kid. He’s probably just like you, some lazy computer nerd but I wasted all my time here talking with your manager and trying to get someone to help me,” Mrs. Taylor said.

I had a feeling Ms. Taylor just wanted to vent on low-wage staff like me, so I let it be and just smiled. “Again… I’m sorry Ms. Taylor.”

“Mrs. Taylor, we are sorry for your inconvenience. Adam will make it up to you any way he can,” Nora said kindly and then immediately switched her tone. “Adam, I want you to do whatever Mrs. Taylor asks of you. If she wants to blow you. Let her. If she wants you to get on your knees and eat her cunt, do it. You understand me?”

Mrs. Taylor put her hands on her hips and had a sour expectant face. Somehow I wasn’t shocked. I let out a resigned breath and unbuckled my belt and unzipping my pants. Mrs. Taylor smiled like she got her way and pulled down her panties and hiked up her skirt, bending over with her hands on Nora’s office desk.

“Adam, make sure you show Mrs. Taylor quality customer service. I want her cunt to be dripping by the end, do you hear?” Nora commanded.

I nodded and positioned myself behind Mrs. Taylor. Spreading her cheeks, I guided my dick and buried it into her warm cunt. She let out a little moan as I made the motions mechanically behind her, trying to hold my grunts. Nora observed me carefully, biting on her pen. Ms. Taylor was gripping the desk and letting out soft breaths. The office was filled with sterile corporate pop they pumped in every retail store and the squishing and slapping sounds of my genitals and thighs against Mrs. Taylor’s body.

“Adam, some enthusiasm would go a long way. Make sure the customer is appreciated,” Nora added.

I made a fake customer service smile and said, “Mrs. Taylor, your cunt is nice and wet. I really enjoy sticking my dick in your slut hole.”

Mrs. Taylor moaned harder now, one of her hands was groping her own breasts.

“Adam, you are making the customer do the work,” Nora added. “Help her with her clit and nipples.”

I obliged Nora, one of my hands pinching Mrs. Taylor’s other nipples, and my other hand, reaching down and rubbing at her sopping clit. Mrs. Taylor was moaning louder.

“That’s what I like to hear Adam, satisfied customers,” Nora said and smiled.

I quickened my pace on her, hard thumping her backside and pushing deep into her cunt. Mrs. Taylor was getting my best efforts at customer service, and her cunt replied in kind with wetness and warmth. Mrs. Taylor now sounded like she was hyperventilating.

“Oh god oh god oh god, don’t stop doing that,” Mrs. Taylor whimpered.

“Mrs. Taylor, where do you want our employee’s cum?” Nora asked nonchalantly.

“In my m-mouth,” Mrs. Taylor panted.

“Adam, did you hear that? Make sure you don’t come anywhere but her mouth,” Nora commanded.

I nodded. I raised my pace and slammed against Mrs. Taylor’s back flesh. I was feeling close and said, “I’m coming.”

I withdrew, and Mrs. Taylor got on her knees, and I stroked frantically over her face, the globs of semen hitting into her open mouth and lips as I ejaculated. Mrs. Taylor held her lips and mouth over the head and swallowed the man liquid and made sucking sounds as I finished, vacuuming with her mouth every drop. Mrs. Taylor swirled the contents in her mouth and swallowed delightfully while I panted and wiped my brow.

“I hope you were satisfied with our customer service, Mrs. Taylor,” Nora said.

Mrs. Taylor dragged her fingers across her cheeks and sampled the semen that had landed there and tasted it. “It was adequate. I guess all the employees here aren’t worthless.”

Nora smiled. “Is there anything else we can help you with?”

“No, I got to get home and hit the gym,” Mrs. Taylor said and got up and put on her panties and left.

Nora turned to me as I cleaned myself and put my pants back on. “See Adam? Make sure every customer leaves here happy, and their needs are attended to. It’s the most basic rule of customer service.”

“Anything else?” I asked.

“No, but you are on thin ground, Adam. That’s twice now. I’ll have to discipline you myself next time,” Nora said. “If you care about this job, make some effort, or you’ll be back in my office, and we’ll have an extra long talk. If you understand.”

I understood well enough. I suppose Nora wouldn’t be kind enough to just fire my ass?