The Job

Updated: Oct 3, 2017

Edited by- Kiara Lakdawala




THE STORY OF AN ENVELOPE


“Oh yes! Deeper!” I remember moaning, “Put the goddamn thing inside!”

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“No” I shrieked with every crumb of strength my delicate body could produce. My mind finally gave up and grabbing the opportunity desolation acquired my senses. “NO! Please, stop!” I mumbled with the little crumbs I was left with.

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After finally being recruited for our respective jobs, we bid adieu to each other and boarded the trolleys. “Don’t envy the trolley? Might as well tear yourself apart”, this often crossed our ears when we were young. Those indeed were the best moments of our lives with the emotion rainbows filling in the vicinity. The joy of riding the trolley, the sorrow of being separated, the excitement of the new job and the nervousness of performing well, all of it contributed to the mystical rainbow of emotions.


I was taken to my office and there were the other envelopes, some young and naïve like me, while others with job experience. The first lesson I learned there was that unlike other fields, here your pay was inversely proportional to your job experience.


It had now been almost a week since my recruitment and not a single job had yet been appointed to me. However, just when isolation and boredom were about to conquer the territory of excitement and curiosity, there arrived the news of a Romeo entering the office. I was said to have a seducing figure and an alluring tone, which was often considered perfect for jobs like these. And so it happened, ‘confusion’ wasn’t a bar to my selection anymore.


But as they say “it doesn’t always go as planned and that’s okay”, except for the fact that it wasn’t okay. It had been a day now, a day of watching him think, write, tear, repeat. After a while though, he finally seemed satisfied with his work and reached for me.


The moment seized with his touch, and my breaths got deeper as he fondled his fingers up my body and involuntarily tickled my clit while he was trying to grab the flip. I could finally understand why the experienced ones longed so hard for another job. I felt something other than his fingers, the moment had arrived, and he was slowly inserting the letter in.


“Oh yes! Deeper!” I remember moaning“ Put the goddamn thing inside!” I remember moaning louder and louder as he went deeper. Moaning out of the pleasuring pain. I gave a big scream when it was fully inside me.He then licked it like a pro and closed the flip. I still crave his tongue.

My job was done there. He seemed satisfied.


The next thing I know, I was in the hands of a beautiful girl. This one seemed like an interesting job. ‘Patience’ seemed like a meaningless queue of letters. My thirst had only been increasing ever since my first job. She took me to her place. She looked at me with her beautiful eyes, they had the same spark as his. I took a deep breath as she tightened her grip and I was ready. Ready for my next job. But her grip was too tight, excitement bombarded my body with the realization of this one being a hardcore, I was ready. “Bring it on!” screamed the beast inside. But the only motion around was her tightening grip and it was now suffocating me.


I looked at her again and she wasn’t the same. Her eyes didn’t reflect a single tinge of emotion, but anger. Her face wasn’t beautiful anymore. I wasn’t ready for this. I screamed in pain as I felt a tear near my belly. This was a different kind of pain. It only hurt.


“No” I shrieked with every crumb of strength my delicate body could produce. My mind finally gave up and grabbing the opportunity desolation acquired my senses. “NO! Please, stop!” I mumbled with the little crumbs I was left with.


She continued to tear me apart into pieces.


My job was done there. She seemed satisfied.



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