Samson's sales were well behind the KPIs. He had made only half of the sales that he was expected to for the day, and it was already getting close to the end of the shift. It wasn't surprising. The constant sounds of rampant fucking around him made everything much harder. Plus, customers were a lot more preoccupied than usual. On three separate occasions today, someone was talking to him mid-fuck. It was deeply concerning how quickly society had adjusted to the new paradigm. The Free Use Mandate was proving to be much more popular than expected.
Whenever Samson stretched, or went to grab a printout, or to use the restroom, he saw people enjoying the new laws. Many of the women were half-dressed, and many of the men were completely exhausted from cumming multiple times throughout the day. Samson was a healthy, young man, and despite everything telling him he shouldn't, his body, specifically his cock, was getting excited.
"Hey, Sam-the-man," Barry Yung, the hotshot seller, appeared in the entrance to Samson's cubicle, "how about this new Free Use Mandate, hey? Which girl do you think is the best lay so far?"
"I wouldn't know…" Samson said awkwardly.
"Wait… don't tell me you haven't fucked any of the girls yet?" Barry was incredulous, "Not even Tina? She's been wanting your cock since she got hired. No wonder you're tanking so hard today. Get your rocks off, you'll be able to work better."
"I'm very happy with Marcie, I don't really need anyone else."
"Marcie? Mr Fumes has probably been dick deep in her all day. I know I would be if she were my secretary."
Samson bit back his anger and continued being cordial, "I am sure Mr Fumes is a professional. Besides, sex would make things harder to focus, not easier."
"Only if you fight it. Look around. Productivity is actually going up. Just grab a girl, clear the pipes, and close a deal. Don't be a prude; it makes the rest of us look bad. In fact…" Barry looked around and spotted who he was looking for, "Tina! Samson needs his cock down your throat!"
"Coming!" Tina's voice replied from across the room.
"What the fuck man?"
"Thank me later." Barry left with a wicked grin on his face.
A few moments later, Tina skipped inside Samson's cubicle with all the grace of a sexed-up nymph. "Tina Swansy reporting for ball draining service." She saluted goofily. Her tight work attire was definitely less put-together than it was earlier in the day.
"I really don't need that service." Samson managed a half-grin.
"Oh nonsense, you are clearly pent up," Tina pointed to the tent in Samson's pants, "and if I don't keep morale up, I wouldn't really be doing my job now, would I?"
"What does morale have to do with Payroll?"
"Everything!" Tina pulled off her tight-fitting top; she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Her breasts were perky, and her pink nipples were standing at attention. "If your frustration stops you from making quota, you won't get any commissions! I can't have that. Besides, according to my new job description, it's actually a reportable offence if I see a man in distress and don't offer aid. You wouldn't want me to get written up for negligence, would you?" She was already on her knees and inserting herself between Samson's legs.
"You'd get in—in trouble for that?"
"Yeah. Huge trouble!" Tina nodded rapidly.
Samson's phone began blinking, a silver light. "Sorry Tina, I have to take this; it's a Platinum lead."
"Go ahead," Tina gave an expectant, innocent smile, "Please take the call."
Samson answered the call and started talking through his script. Plantnum leads were a big deal; rich folk with a lot of disposable income to spend on luxury cruises, landing one alone could easily double all the other commission income that Samson made for the month.
Two sentences in, Samson felt Tina's nimble hands unbuckling and unzipping his pants. He looked down at her and silently mouthed, "What are you doing?"
"Multitasking is encouraged," Tina licked her lips before reaching into Samson's underwear and retrieving his cock, "seems like he agrees." Tina placed a gentle kiss on the head of Samson's cock and winked up at him.
Samson was about to bolt, but the old lady on the other side of the line was enquiring about the Round-the-World package. It was a fucking huge sale, not even Barry landed these often. He gritted his teeth, said a silent apology to Marcie and continued his sale; surely she would understand.
"Do you know if the buffet offers gluten-free lobster options?" the old lady asked.
"Y—Yes ma'am." Samson choked on his words as Tina choked on his cock. The little minx had slid his length as far down her throat as his size would allow for. No gag reflex found. Samson could feel himself being squeezed by Tina's throat. The innocent Tina deepthroating his cock like a seasoned whore was not on his bingo card for the day. "All meals come with gluten-free and vegetarian alternatives."
"Don't forget to offer her the upgraded suite," Tina whispered as she came up for air. She lulled her tongue out and slapped Samson's cock against it over and over. It was a heavenly pillow. Or rather a bed of sin. Samson felt the pit in his stomach deepen as he thought about Marcie…
Mr Fumes has probably been dick deep in her all day. Barry's words ran in his head, muddying his mind. As he continued his sales pitch, offering the upgraded suite package to the customer, he couldn't get the thought of Marcie bent over Mr Fumes' desk out of his head. Tits pushed up against the wood as her boss took advantage of her. Worse, in Samson's vision, Marcie was enjoying it. Screaming out for more.
"Oh, your cock got even harder!" Tina exclaimed under her breath. She took the tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She had clearly done this a lot.
Samson couldn't believe it, but despite the petite redhead between his legs, he was nailing the sales call. It was as if every bit of training he had ever done on how to close a sale was solidified in his mind. He was zen. All there was… was the sale. Tina continued her service, using her throat like a cocksleeve. She matched the most skilled professionals at swallowing cock. Samson felt himself on the edge of release as he closed the sale.
"Thank you, ma'am. I have everything sorted for you in the system now. Enjoy your holiday." Samson ended the call and then triumphantly came down Tina's throat as he hit the Platinum sales bell. The whole office erupted in applause—as was tradition for closing a Platinum sale—as Tina showed her own appreciation by keeping her mouth glued to the base of Samson's shaft as he unloaded inside of her. Thick gulping noises could be heard from her as she effortlessly received all of his cum. Express to the stomach.
"Woo you did it!" Tina was ecstatic as she came up for air. She high-fived Samson, then stood up and rubbed her breasts into his face.
"Uh… thanks." Samson was lost for words; he had just made thousands of dollars for himself in commissions. Would he have been able to do so without Tina's 'help'? Maybe, but getting his cock drained had certainly brought everything into perspective.
"See how much easier everything is when you're not blue-balled?" Tina put her top back on, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism.
"Tina, I could use you over here." The sales rep two cubicles down called out.
"Coming!" Tina blew a kiss to Samson, "That was fun, Sam, let's do it again soon," she winked. Moments later, she was entering another cubicle, the wet sucking sounds of her mouth on a different cock loud and unmistakable.