Night Shift Supervisor

The job market where I’ve been living the last while has been pretty tough. I was laid off from a lucrative construction company, and had to take a job as a supervisor at a fast food place to make rent. The pay is absolute dogshit, but there are some perks.

My friend who owns the place and got me the job is deeply involved in the kink community, and tends to hire people to work his franchise from that sphere. As you can imagine, my coworkers are young, insatiably horny and always looking to turn the workplace into their own playground. When I first started, I significantly underestimated how horny the kids working under me were. But I got up to speed fast.

Casey is the day shift supervisor, and is a tiny ball of fury. 5’2″, thin, with a spiky pixie cut and always dressed in black, she perpetually wears a grin that screams mental instability and menace. I had only interacted with her a couple times during my orientation, before she cornered me one evening when my shift was about to start.

“You’re a fucking tease, and I don’t appreciate it!” She growled at me in a low tone through bared teeth. She still wore the manic grin, the whole scene sent a shiver of fear up my spine.

“I don’t follow”, I replied, doing my best to smooth out my speech and appear unphased by her pointer finger prodding my rib cage.

“You didn’t follow through with your punishment. Kayla fumbled an order and you were supposed to beat her ass. Do you have any idea how hard it makes my job when you don’t follow through with something like that?”

“Firstly,” I stammered, inhaling deeply to calm my heart rate, “how do you know about that? And second, why would it make your job hard? She’s my subordinate.”

Casey gave a low whistle and locked eyes with me, “You’re pretty slow, hey? The owners paid a lot of money for the security camera system in here, way more than they needed for just security. The franchise has a big following in the voyeur scene online, and I manage the content. You following? If you set up a punishment scene and then don’t follow through with it, that leaves our clientele hanging, costs everyone money, and the shitstorm rains down on MY head. So quit fucking it up!”

That stream of reality came at me too fast to process, words failed me. The paradigm shift made a lot of sense in hindsight, no other workplace I had ever seen employed so many people who embodied amateur porn stars in both looks and behaviour. How many of the people working here knew they were acting in a reality porn show?

Casey saw the gears turning in my head. “Glad we’re on the same page now. I left you a little example video at 10am today on the camera system to watch, hopefully it explains what I’d like to see from you. Make sure you watch it this shift cause I’m removing it from the system to post tomorrow.” She turned and strutted out to her car, making sure to slam the door as she left.

When I eventually got around to watching the security footage, my jaw about hit the floor. She dragged Bryce, the day shift cook, into the storage room, locked the door and dropped to her knees. The camera was positioned perfectly to catch her whip down his pants and expertly catch his 8″ monster in her mouth on the first bounce. My dick swelled with excitement. Wasting no time, she hauled him deep into her throat and forcefully pushed past her throat muscles to take his whole length. She repeated this motion several times, sliding herself up and down his dick and simultaneously licking his balls and pressing her nose into his pelvis as she bottomed out. Bryce let his head fall backwards, clearly enjoying himself, but Casey wasn’t about to let him zone out and make her do all the work. She stood up and pulled down her yoga pants in one movement, turning to lean over the deep freeze square in frame of the camera. She looked straight into the camera with that manic smile and said “fuck me in the ass”, while pulling a butt plug out of herself. She kept staring into the camera as Bryce pressed himself into her rear, and the entire spectrum of emotions played across her face. As her ass finally accepted his girth, he eased into a rythnic motion and she gave a wink into the camera. Right about this time, I realized I was stroking my cock through my pants, and shut off the screen.

Turning around, I saw Kayla on the other side of the desk, grinning at me while resting her chin in her palms. “She puts on a great performance, hey?” For the second time in the shift, I was without words.

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