Yua has a bad day

Yua POV

I bolted out the door and ran as fast as I could to the elevator. That damned vibrator shifted uncomfortably inside me with every stride. That fucking thing had kept me up all night, forcing me to orgasm more times in one night than I had in the last few years combined. For some reason, I was getting catcalled way more than normal. I reached the train and anxiously sat down. There was nothing I could do to get there any faster, so I tried to calm myself down.

I looked down at myself and noticed that I had somehow managed to put my dress on backward and I wasn't wearing matching shoes. The dress didn't look too weird backward assuming you were trying to dress like a slut. The deep V-shaped cutout meant for my back dove down well past my breasts, barely managing to cover my nipples on the way. I desperately wished I had at least remembered to put on a bra. And to top it off, I hadn't had time to shower so I smelled like cum. I was going to show up late to work covered in cum and dressed like a whore.

I pulled out my phone to check my messages and saw that I had several missed calls and an email from HR. Well, shit. The email was pretty vague, but it said I had to show up for an in-person meeting with my boss and Karen from HR.

"Hey baby... how much?" A gross passenger on the train leered at me. He thought I was a prostitute! I tried to ignore him, but he started getting way too close. Was I about to be molested on the train again? I wished John was here to protect me.

"Fuck off, creep!" He ignored me and reached out to grope my breasts. My dress was doing nothing to prevent him from accessing them. Just as he began to pinch my nipple, the train arrived at my stop. I slapped him in the face and rushed off the train.

I made it safely to the office and tried to hurry past my coworkers to the meeting room. I didn't want them seeing me like this. When I entered the meeting room, they were both looking at me sternly. But as they noticed my outfit, their expressions changed. My boss's face showed confusion mixed with arousal. Karen however was looking at me with a look of judgemental superiority. It pissed me off how ashamed she made me feel.

"You had better have damned good excuse for why you missed the key account meeting this morning. We lost them. And what the hell are you wearing, you know that isn't work-appropriate"

"I'm sorry sir, I had a rough night and overslept. As for the outfit, I put it on wrong in a hurry to get here."

"You overslept? That's not an excuse. You're an adult, you should be responsible enough to be able to get up on time"

He continued dressing me down like that for a while, and Karen just sat there smirking at me. Eventually, he was finished and Karen began going over the termination agreement. Tears welled up in my eyes and I began to cry as I signed the paper. By now, many of my coworkers had noticed what was going on and peered curiously at the windowed meeting from their cubicles. When I left, there was no hiding from them anymore. All eyes were on me as I walked shamefully towards the exit. I felt so naked and exposed.

I also felt very angry at that bitch Karen. God, I wished I could get **** and humiliate her somehow. I dreaded coming back to my empty apartment as I took the train home. How much longer would I even be able to afford to live there? I texted my friend Freya.

"I just got fired for being late to work"

"Oh no!"

"Yeah, and I was in such a hurry to leave this morning that I accidentally put my outfit on wrong and I looked like a total slut. That bitch Karen was so judgemental about it too. God I hate her"

"Is there anything I can do for you <3"

"Yeah, can you come over? I don't want to be alone tonight :("

"Actually, I'm already here :) John invited me over"

"Aw, what a sweetheart"

"I'm guessing your date went well then? ;)"

"Yeah, John is great. But right before the date, a vibrator was shoved into me. I spent the whole date holding back an orgasm. I tried to hide it from him, but there's no way he didn't notice. Then when we got home and laid in bed, the vibrations got super intense and I had an orgasm right in front of him!"

"Shit that must have been embarrassing"

"Yeah, luckily after that he fell asleep and didn't have to witness the next 5 hours of repeated orgasms before the battery finally ran out. That's why I couldn't sleep last night and was late to work. And now my new boyfriend probably thinks I'm some kind of sex pervert who chose to wear a vibrator on a first date"

"Oh, he's your boyfriend now huh?"

"I hope so"

"Should I ask him if he thinks you're a sex freak? ;)"

"No! I'll talk to him"

When I got home I said hi to John and Freya, grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen, a bathrobe from my closet, and went straight into the bathroom for a bath.

"Sorry guys, I really need a bath. I'll be out in a bit"

I melted into the warm water of the bath, so glad to finally be clean. I took a swig from my bottle of wine. Suddenly, the door opened and then closed.

"John? Freya?"

But there was no response, and nobody had come in. Then the vibrator was finally removed and I breathed a sigh of relief and sunk deeper into my bath. A finger began stroking my clit, but there was nothing I could do about it so I figured I'd just relax and enjoy myself. The hand pulled away and then began massaging my breasts instead. It felt great after having them bounce around all day with no bra. Soon that stopped too. The door opened and closed again, but I didn't notice because I had sunk down into the water with just my face sticking up and my eyes closed.

After I finished my bath, I wrapped myself in my bathrobe and rejoined my friends in my living room. When I walked in, Freya pulled her out of John's lap and looked very embarrassed, almost as if I had caught her in the middle of having sex. Had she just been sucking dick on my couch? Right in front of my boyfriend? I knew she was a bit of slut, but come on. At least it wasn't as bad as last time. Well whatever, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

For the second time this week, I drank with my friends and shared my woes. I recounted the story of my humiliating last day at work. John got a funny look on his face when I got to the part about Karen. When we finished talking about it, there was a short silence and then John blurted out "Let's move in together"

Uh, damn. This guy wants to move way too fast.

"All of us. I mean."

We looked at him quizzically.

"It's just that I actually lost my job recently too, and I'm not sure how I'm going to make rent. You're probably in a similar boat now. And Freya was just telling me she hated her roommates."

Hmm, he does have a point.

"I've got a really nice big apartment. 3 bedrooms. So we wouldn't have to share a room or anything"

I was carefully considering it when Freya interrupted my thoughts and said

"Fuck it, I'm in. I like both of you way more than my current flatmates. Let's go see it.

And so, half-drunk, we set out on a walk to see John's apartment. We arrived at a high-rise tower and took the elevator up to his apartment.

John had not been kidding, this place was indeed very nice. Assuming the three of us combined could afford it, I'd definitely like to live here. Freya seemed equally impressed.

John broke out some peppermint schnapps and made us all some hot cocoa. It pushed me from half-drunk to full drunk, and I went and collapsed into John's spacious bed. As I lay there half asleep, I felt hopeful about the future. Moving in with my friend and boyfriend may end up being a bit of a silver lining to losing my job.

John must have thin walls though, because I heard what sounded like a woman being fucked very roughly in the living room as I drifted off to sleep.