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"How am I not Fired?"(Vicky Vean.) By ShieUne -- Report

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I'd honestly thought I'd lost this one...
This one comes with a story too....

With long hours, low pay, and no breaks. Vicky had had enough but she wasn't a quiter, she was their best employee, putting with her ever increasing workload, day in and day out without complaint or question.
She just needed a sure fire way to get fired, is what she thought as she stared of into the distant horizon. Upon her perch at the peek of The Red Viper Slalom of Death. Reading the bright Neon words plastered across the park's shotty old billboard over and over again. " Chuck's Water N' Sport." Until it hit her just as her guts made their painfully clear protests like on every other breakless 18 hour shift.
Surely she'll get fired if she turns their biggest and best slide into a personal toilet and it didn't take much to convince herself as the pain of cramping and pressure just kept on climbing higher and higher as she thought to herself, until finally she was left with just one option, and there she pulled down her uniform trunks without heed or warning as her brutish impatient monster was already forcing its its imposing exit from between her cheeks. Squatting down sharply, guided by Instinct and reflex even as the last boarding patrion screamed in terror and confusion at the behemoth depending from above them to crush them alive under its unburdening weight. Their suffering however unnoticed by Vicky in the slightest underneath the roaring hiss of her piss drumming away against the inside of the water slide and the thunderous crackling of her shit as it passed from her tailhole and grittily slid forth towards the awaiting red tunnel . Guided by water jets struggling and straining to move its heft onward.
A young boy covering his nose and mouth as the formally cool fresh air is overtaken completely by unbearably hot intense humidity and ungodly fowl stench. So strong and pungent, It stripped flesh raw and burned at the eyes, nose, and lungs of the unfortunate "little" people she'd served diligently up to this point.
When with a whale of static over the intercom, Chuck's voice blares" YOU GET A RAISE!...."

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BalouCyan

Posted by BalouCyan 2 years ago Report

Great story that came with it.
I‘d love to see more of Vicky!

Skylight1997

Posted by Skylight1997 2 years ago Report

I love this so MUCH ♡