I roll my eyes from my position on the ceiling fan as the groans and grunts coming from the couple on the bed below me fill the room. Mona is on her elbows and knees, her hands under her chin as she gazes out the window, letting out a half-hearted moan as Erik holds onto her hips, pounding away at her pussy, sweat dripping from his brow as he fucks his wife.
I'd feel bad for him if it wasn't for the fact that he's staring down at his abs as he jabs his cock into her, counting each thrust as an abdominal crunch. He's using this time as a damn work-out. I could fucking cry right now.
Neither of them is really making an effort, each only doing it because they think the other wants it. I hear the clock from the church down the street start to chime, letting them know that it's 10 pm. I furrow my brow in confusion as I watch Mona count something on her fingers. Apparently, she's calculating the time on her fingers and decides that this has gone on long enough.
She starts moaning and groaning, really putting an effort into the performance before she drops her head to the bed, acting like she's overcome with ecstasy. If only she would put the same amount of effort into the sex.
Her act is so convincing that I clap and cheer for her, calling out for an encore that I know will never come, literally. Erik dutifully swats her on the ass as he pulls out of her and goes to the bathroom. To him, his job is done and he doesn't even put up the facade of faking it. I watch the bathroom door slam and I'm overcome with sadness knowing that he's in there wanking because he knows Mona won't let him fuck her once she's cum.
I know they love each other; they used to be so passionate, so loving. To see what they've become breaks my fucking heart.
Maybe I should explain why I'm sitting on a ceiling fan spying on the sad sex-life of this married couple. See, my name is Fiona and I'm a sex fairy. Yes, we do exist and it’s our job to make sure that all the couples of the world are having the best sex that they possibly can. Yes, we have magic powers; no we don't have magic wands shaped like penises.
Ok fine, I admit, in the past we used to have magic penis-shaped wands, but a lot of the fairies used to get carried away and some fairies were neglecting their duties while they got ‘familiarized’ with their wands.
Now, we have little bags of fairy dust, which as exciting as it sounds, looks like talcum powder and smells like coco-butter. I miss the days when we didn't have to stick our fingers in it and sprinkle it to get what we wanted done. Also, the fact that when a spell shot out of the wand, it looked like an ejaculating penis, was a definite perk of the job. Fucking immature sex-crazed fairies spoiling the fun for anyone. .. anyway, I digress. ..
Erik and Mona used to be at the bottom of the list, the sex was so passionate, so sizzling, so fuck-tastically amazing that they didn't even need a fairy and we used to send sex-fairies-in-training to observe them. I've tried almost every trick I could think of so far to help them get out of the rut that they've fallen into and can't seem to get themselves out of.
Times like these I wish our magic could make a couple horny and passionate, but we can only offer suggestions, move things, try to influence the passion, we cannot create it. A fact that drives me fucking insane sometimes. Suddenly, my phone begins to ring, making me jump at the squishing sound. I shake my head in disgust as I hold it up to my ear.
The damn thing is in the shape of a very hairy pussy and the ring-tone sounds like something squelching and squishing in and out of a well-lubricated vagina. Fucking tech guys and their twisted sense of humor. At least it's not the one we had last month, it was in the shape of an ass and you had to listen to the voices coming out of the butthole. The ringtone wasn't so bad, but the accompanying smells. .. .let's just say if I had nose hair, it would have all fallen out.
"Fiona, I need to see you in my office right now," snaps the voice of my boss, sending a sliver of fear shooting through me.
"Am I in trouble?" I ask with a nervous laugh, half scared of the answer.
"Yes," comes the short reply and the phone goes dead with a deafening click.
"Balls!" I spit as I open my bag of fairy dust and sprinkle some on the ground. The swirling pink portal opens and I take a deep breath before stepping into it.
"What's up boss?" I ask as I stand next to her desk, doing my best not to fidget nervously.
"Please, have a seat," says my boss. I balk when I realize what she wants me to sit on. One of her "pets" has gotten on all fours and is patiently waiting for me to sit on his back. The boss has 5 different pets, all are fit, male fairies who are to always be oiled up and ready to fulfill her every depraved whim. Male fairies actually compete every year for this honor and only the best of the best are allowed to compete.
"It's ok, I'd rather stand," I say, hoping he doesn't take offense.
"Suit yourself," she says as she sits on her desk and crosses her legs. The fairy who was on all fours, promptly stands and kneels at her feet to kiss and suckle her long, flawless legs. She parts them as she crosses her arms to glare at me.
"Do you know why I've called you here?" she quizzes me, patting the male fairy's head as he starts kissing his way up her thigh to the hem of her skirt.
"Is it because of Erik and Mona?" I ask, dreading the answer, trying to look away as the male fairy pushes his head under the boss' skirt and begins to lap noisily at her pussy.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she moans, grabbing hold of the edge of the desk, flexing her fingers into the wooden surface.
"I take it that's a yes?" I chuckle, doing my best to keep my eyes on my boss's face and not her crotch. The look of pleasure on her face is borderline obscene though and I can't make up my mind where to look.
"Don't get smart with me," she says, but it's not all that threatening as it's laced with gasps and accompanied by the male fairy's appreciative groans. "The higher-ups have been looking over the books and if your couple doesn't fuck by midnight tomorrow night, you're going to be fired."
"What?" I almost scream, horrified beyond belief. Ever since I was in fairy school, I knew the conventional fairy jobs weren't for me. Most of the other fairies wanted to be cloud shapers, flower breeders, unicorn walkers, but I knew I wanted something different. It was months after I graduated before I found out that I could be a sex fairy and now, there's no way that I'd be able to do any other job.
"But they've been fucking at least once a month," I protest, raising my voice over her groans of pleasure.
"That doesn't count; they need to have a real fuck. Like they did when they first got married. The type of fuck that's so amazing it makes the earth quake and their hearts pound. They need to have a session that's so intense, it makes even the neighbors orgasm and turns cranky old- men into sweet loveable sugar daddies!" she says, screaming the last three words as the male fairy between her legs goes into a licking frenzy, his head is bobbing and swiveling under her skirt at a startling pace. I'm getting dizzy just watching him.
"But I. .. " I start, not knowing how in the hell I'm going to make it happen.
"No buts," she snaps. The male fairy quickly pulls his head out from under her skirt and stares up at her with the biggest, saddest puppy-dog eyes I've ever seen. "No, no, not you baby," she says, patting him on the head. "You can have all the buttsex you want, I was talking to her," she says, pushing his head back under her skirt. Her eyes roll back in her head as he starts licking again.
"You have till midnight tomorrow, now get to work so I can get to work on Rodney here," she says, snapping her fingers, sending me hurtling backwards out of her office. A portal opens behind me and I land flat on my ass on Mona and Erik's bed. Their big, sad, orgasm-free bed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck, fucking fuck!" I yell, throwing myself backwards on the empty bed and having a proper tantrum.
"Oh yeah, right there baby, right there!" screams the busty blonde on the TV as the man on top of her pounds her bare pussy, sweat dripping off both their bodies as they go at it.
"I can't change the channel," says Erik, brow furrowed in confusion as he jabs at the buttons on the remote. I'm sitting cross-legged on top of the TV, sprinkling fairy dust onto the screen, keeping up the constant stream of dirty images.
"Just get up and change it, maybe the batteries are dead," says Mona, propped up next to him, feet curled under her as she eats her dinner straight out of the take-out carton. I hope neither of them try to manually change the channel because it's going to be like a dirty version of the poltergeist if they wind up unplugging the TV and Busty McBlondie-Boobs is still screaming at Gigundo Cock to give it to her good.
"I'm eating, you change it," says Erik, tossing the remote to the side before scooping a forkful of takeout into his mouth.
"Yeah, and I'm just sitting here looking pretty," gripes Mona, tossing a cashew at him.
"Doing a damn good job of it to," shoots back Erik, picking up the cashew and eating it. Mona shakes her head at him, shooting him a hint of a smile as she continues eating.
"You know, he's doing that all wrong," says Mona, pointing at the screen with her fork.
"What?" asks Erik, raising an eyebrow at her.
"He's rubbing her clit up and down with the lips pushed together and his hand is way too high. She'd cum for real if he pushed them open and rubbed circles a little lower," comments Mona.
"Maybe, that's all he can reach, if she'd spread a little wider, he'd be able to get at it better," defends Erik. "Poor guy's just working with what she's giving him."
Ok, this isn't what I had planned. Sure this is more dinner conversation than they've had in ages, but I need those two to rip off each other's clothes and get to fucking already. I drop my head in my hands as they start having a heated discussion over who's doing what wrong on the screen. I just want to scream at them in frustration and suggest that they give each other a live demonstration, but I know they won't hear me.
The argument quickly turns into a screaming match and before I know it, Erik's rolling his eyes as Mona storms off, dumping her container in the trash before slamming the bathroom door. This is all wrong. What the fuck just happened?
I'm so fucking frustrated that I could cry. I'm hovering over their headboard, arms crossed as I glare down at the sleeping couple. I'm infinitely relieved that they're in the same bed and Erik's not sleeping on the couch, but they're back to back and didn't even kiss goodnight. I think back to the good old days, when they would never be asleep at this hour. They'd be going at it like fucking rabbits until neither of them could move any more. Then they'd fall asleep in each other’s arms and have crazy morning sex the moment they woke up. What the hell went wrong?
Blowing air harshly through my nose, I roll my eyes as my pussy phone begins to ring, the squelching sound annoying the hell out of me, simply because those sounds did not come from my couple tonight.
"What?" I snap as I answer the phone, instantly regretting my tone as my boss' voice fills my ear. She's screaming at me, but not in rage, she's in the midst of a screaming orgasm and I can only hope that she didn't hear my irate greeting. It takes a few minutes before I realize she must have called in error. I hear the sounds of a male fairy grunting and groaning as my boss' screams for him to make her cum again. Oh God, they're doing it on her desk. I hope my paycheck isn't on her desk like last time. Stupid bank fairies and their stupid voices when they make stupid jokes about your stupid cum soaked paycheck.
I want to hang up, but the way the pussy phone works, is that you are not allowed to hang up when the boss calls you, even if you try, the connection doesn't break until she hits the disconnect button in her office. Fucking techies and their perverted gadgets. I know our business is all sex, but they make it so immature with all the toys. Although, I have to admit, those toys are a lot of fun when you're not pissed off at the world. My eyes go wide as I realize what I've just thought.
Holy fuck, that's it, maybe a few fun toys will help Mona and Erick rekindle the flame. I fly over to the closet, knowing that there used to be a box in there with a few toys. Toys Mona received at her bachelorette party but never used. Maybe a spark of curiosity will be enough to re-ignite their passion. Oh God, that last thought, was so cliché, yet, so fitting to the situation that I'm not quite ready to strike it from my vocabulary.
It feels like it takes hours for me to find the box since it's buried so deep under piles and piles of what I can only call junk. Finally, with sweat dripping off my shiny brow, my wings flapping tiredly behind me and my muscles beyond sore, I manage to pull the box to the forefront of the closet.
I sit cross legged in front of the box as I pull the lid off and peer inside. The toys are in a horribly awful state, slender vibes still in their packaging with little silver patches showing through the previously vibrant colors. A small silver bullet with the cord coming apart, a cock ring that seems to have half disintegrated and plugs of varying sizes in such a sorry state that breaks my heart to describe them.
"Oh, you poor, poor babies!" I exclaim in horror as I pick them all up and try to figure out if they work anymore. I pull out my bag of fairy powder, trying to decide what would be the best ones for my couple to use. I decide to keep it simple and scatter the powder, making all the toys disappear except a silver bullet and a vibrating cock ring which I've restored to their former glory.
Probably best not to overload my couple all at once. As an almost afterthought, I make it so that the remote with the bullet activates the cock ring and the one with the ring activates the bullet no matter how far apart they are. All the possibilities flitting through my mind make me curl my toes and giggle with glee.
I hope this works, tomorrow is my last day before I have to hang my head in shame at the unemployment line.
"Hey babe, what's this?" calls Erik from the bedroom as Mona comes out of the bathroom dressed in nothing but a towel, rubbing at her wet hair with a smaller, fluffy towel. Its late afternoon and they're getting ready to go out to dinner with Erik's brother and his new girlfriend.
"What's what?" she asks distractedly, rummaging through her drawers to find her underwear.
"This," replies Erik as he grabs the box off the closet floor.
"Oh my God, I totally forgot about that, it's just a few toys the girls gave me at my bachelorette party," laughs Mona, wrapping the towel around her waist as she slips on a red bra.
"Toys?" questions Erik, carrying the box over to the bed. "You girls are so weird."
"Not toys like dolls and shit. Toys, toys," explains Mona, saying the first 'toys' in her most sultry voice.
"Really? How come I didn't know about this before?" he asks, pulling the lid back on the box to peer inside. Mona shrugs in response as she drops the towel and pulls on a pair of lacey, French knickers that complement her bra.
"Oh my God, your friends are so weird, where are you supposed to stick this thing?" quizzes Erik lifting the cock ring out of the box.
"That's not for me, that's for your cock, you idiot," huffs Mona, rummaging through the closet for an outfit, glancing at Erik over her shoulder. "Those things have been in there a while, I'm surprised they still look so new."
"My cock huh?" mutters Erik as he opens the packaging to look at it. He turns the dial and a look of disappointment crosses his face when the ring doesn't move at all. Suddenly, the silver bullet starts vibrating in its packaging. A look of confusion crosses his face before it lights up. He practically rips open the packaging with the silver bullet and turns the dial. A mischievous grin crosses his face when the cock ring buzzes to life.
"What are you doing over there?" inquires Mona as she hears the buzzing sounds.
"Check this out," chuckles Erik as he shows her the buzzing toys. "Wanna try them?" he asks, sounding for all the world like an eager kid on Christmas morning.
"Really? Now? We're going to be late," protests Mona, but her eyes are glued to the buzzing toys and she doesn't sound very convincing.
"It won't take that long," says Erik. "Care to make a little wager?"
"What kind of wager are we talking about?" quizzes Mona, plucking the cock ring out of his hand and taking a look at it.
"I say we wear these tonight and whoever cums first has to . .. .do all the dishes for a whole month," suggests Eric. I'm so proud of him right now. I hold my breath as I wait for Mona to answer. The look on her face is promising, a cross between excitement and curiosity, but I hardly dare to hope. The whole day's sped by in a disappointing, orgasm-free mess, but I'm liking the way the evening's shaping up.
"When you say tonight. .. " she falters.
"I mean, you slip this in that pretty little pussy of yours," he says, handing her the silver bullet, before running his hand down her body and cupping her pussy, giving it a gentle rub through her red panties. "And wear it while we're at dinner, mere feet away from my brother and his girl," the look on Mona's face as she gasps at his touch is priceless. I haven't seen that look in years, I fucking missed it.
"And I'll wear this around my cock," says Erik, taking the cock ring from her and unbuckling his belt.
"Are you serious?" asks Mona, rolling the silver toy between her fingers, eyeing it with more curiousity than anything.
"Unless of course you're too scared," taunts Erik, raising an eyebrow at her, knowing full well that Mona hates to look weak.
"I'm not scared," snaps Mona, scowling at him as she starts lowering the bullet to her panties.
"Oh no you don't, I get to do that," laughs Erik as he grabs it from her and pushes her onto her back on the bed. The yelp of surprise from Mona makes him chuckle as he pulls her panties down to her knees.
"What are you. .. Oh fuck!" she moans as he sets the bullet on low, parts her pussy lips and makes slow circles around her clit. A mischievous grin crosses his face right before he raises the setting and presses down a bit harder on the sensitive nub. Mona arches her back, ecstatic cries of pleasure slipping from her parted lips. She grabs the sheets under her and I'm practically bouncing on the ceiling fan, beyond happy at the fact that she's about to cum. This is it, I'm about to get my job security back!
"Son of a bitch!" exclaim Mona and I simultaneously as Erik suddenly pulls the bullet back, stopping Mona's impending orgasm.
"What the hell did you do that for?" she asks in a breathy voice, glaring at him as she props herself up on her elbows. I fold my arms across my chest as I glare at him too, he better have a fucking good explanation.
"Wouldn't want you to lose our bet so soon," he says in a smug voice. "Plus, I wanted you to be nice and wet so I could slip it in," he continues, slipping the bullet inside her, smiling as she closes her eyes and groans softly at the warm toy nestled inside her slick center.
He gives her pussy a quick lick before pulling her panties back up her legs. The look Mona gives him is beyond terrifying, it's a cross between you-son-of-a-bitch and I'm-so-going-to-get-you-for-that. Erik grins at her before stepping back and unzipping his pants.
"My turn," says Mona as she reaches out, presumably to put the ring on him, but Erik keeps out of her reach and quickly slips the ring on. "Come on babe, hurry up, we're going to be late," he laughs, slipping the ring on and pulling up his pants. He turns the dial up to full speed on the bullet before shutting it off again.
"Oh it is sooooo on," growls Mona as Erik shuts the bedroom door behind him. She slips off the bed and goes to the closet. She eyeballs a pantsuit for a minute before choosing a red cocktail dress with a full skirt that hides the remote for the ring.
"Hey man, are you ok, you look kinda sick," says Erik's brother, Tony. Erik is gripping the edge of the table in front of him, eyes wide, struggling to keep his face from contorting with pleasure. Mona's seated next to him, fingers of one hand poised over the remote, keeping the ring on low, her other hand on his cock, stealthily stroking it through his pants, a look of sheer innocence on her face. I'm sitting in the center of the table, elbows on my knees as I alternate between staring at them and the clock. The clock tells me that I have less than an hour before my sex-fairy career ends.
"He's right sweetie, you do look kinda sick," she says, shooting him a feigned look of concern, her devilish fingers stroking him continuously under the tablecloth.
"I'm fine," he practically growls through gritted teeth, forcing a smile at them.
"Is someone's phone ringing? Something keeps buzzing," says Mary, Tony's girlfriend, as she rummages through her purse, undoubtedly looking for her phone.
"I don't hear anything," says Mona, shooting the couple sitting across from her and Erik a dazzling smile before turning up the dial, increasing the intensity of the vibrations. Erik's reaction is visceral and instant; he thrusts his hips forward onto her hand, a muffled groan escaping from behind his gritted teeth and pursed lips. But luckily neither Tony nor Mary notice, both are distractedly searching for the source of the buzzing.
"I definitely heard something buzzing," comments Tony as he starts searching his pockets for his phone. Erik's eyes slam shut and Mona notices the subtle changes that signal his impending orgasm. She quickly lifts her hand off his cock and switches the ring off. Erik's eyes snap open and he shoots Mona an exact replica of the look she gave him earlier when he didn't let her cum.
"You know what, I think it's my phone," says Erik as he quickly stands, using a menu to cover the substantial bulge in his pants. "Come on babe, I might need help answering it," he says, grabbing Mona's hand and pulling her behind him as he walks quickly towards the rest rooms. Tony and Mary exchange puzzled looks as they watch my couple walk off.
"What the hell are you doing?" asks Mona as Erik pulls her into the restaurant bathroom and locks the door. Erik doesn't answer; instead he pushes her against the door and kisses her hard. A rough yet passionate kiss, the likes of which I haven't seen from them in ages. Oh my God! Is this it? Are they finally going to do it? It's close to midnight, I've got less than 30 minutes left. Please, please, please let them hurry up and fuck.
Mona slips her hand down to her skirt and switches on the ring, smirking as Erik grips her hips harder and drops his head to her shoulder, obviously fighting to keep control of the situation.
"You liked that out there didn't you," growls Erik as he picks her up and plops her on the counter next to the sink. He grabs the dial from her and turns the ring off, dropping to his knees in front of her before she can protest. "Liked toying with me, getting me so hard that my balls ache and I could barely see straight, then fucking stopping," he pushes her knees apart and yanks her panties off, stuffing them in his pocket.
"You started it," shoots back Mona in a breathless voice, holding onto the edge of the counter as she watches him, lust blown eyes hooded with desire.
"Well I'm damn well going to finish it," he husks, shoving two fingers into her drenched pussy, making her eyes roll back in her head.
"Oh shit!" she blurts, grinding forward onto his fingers. Erik smirks at her reaction before pulling his fingers out of her, along with the silver bullet.
"So warm, so wet, so fucking delicious," he groans, getting back on his feet, giving the bullet a slow lick before dropping it on the counter next to her. Mona grabs the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss as he practically rips his pants open and shoves them down his legs. He pulls the ring off and drops it next to the bullet before grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to the edge of the counter.
"Get inside me already," rasps Mona, hooking her legs around him, heels digging into his ass as she tries to pull him into her.
"So fucking impatient," laughs Erik, holding his hips steady, deliberately teasing her.
"Fine, I'll just do it myself then," Mona groans, dropping one hand to her drenched pussy and slipping two fingers inside, frantically pumping herself.
"Oh no you don't," growls Erik, grabbing her hands and trapping them behind her back. Mona struggles to keep her fingers in her pussy, but he easily overpowers her before kissing her hard. She whimpers in his mouth, a keening, needy sound that lets him know how much she needs him right now.
Finally, Erik can't hold out any longer and pushes into her with one, swift, deep thrust that makes them both cry out in pleasure. He forgoes the slow teasing, fucking her hard and fast with no preamble. She's hot and slick with desire and worked up beyond belief.
"God, I've missed this," moans Erik, pressing his forehead to Mona's, staring into her eyes as he pounds her hard and fast. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp and he groans at the sight. Keeping a tight grip on her hands behind her back, he turns the bullet on high and presses it to her clit.
Mona's eyes go as wide as they can get as her mouth forms a perfect 'O', a loud, half scream, half moan escaping her throat. Her eyes slam shut and her entire body convulses as she throws her head back, moaning his name over and over again, waves of pleasure careening through her body.
"Fuck," husks Erik, blown away by the sight of his beautiful wife cumming for him. A sight he hadn't realized he missed until now. He fucks her through her orgasm, slowing down a little to let her savor the aftershocks running through her.
Mona slowly opens her eyes, panting hard as she stares at her husband. She wiggles her wrists in his hand and he lets go, using his hand to grab her head and pull her in for another intense kiss. Her hands slide along his neck and down to his chest before she pushes him away from her.
Erik stares at her in mingled shock and disappointment, his cock plopping out of her with an almost obscene 'pop'. He's clearly disappointed that he didn't get to cum inside her, but Mona grabs both the bullet and the cock ring before dropping to her knees in front of him.
Erik lets out a short yell as Mona presses both the toys to his balls and starts sucking him greedily. His knees buckle and he's forced to hold onto the edge of the counter to keep himself upright. Mona stares up at him, her hair plastered to her sweaty forehead as her hot, hungry mouth devours his throbbing cock.
"I. .Oh God. ..almost. .. right there. .. ." moans Erik, eyes slamming shut as Mona swallows around his cock, pulling him in deeper, massaging his balls a little more vigorously with the vibrating toys. A long, strangled moan escapes Erik as he shoots his thick, hot load into Mona's waiting mouth.
He peers down at her, groaning his appreciation as she swallows every single drop that spurts out of him. As soon as she pulls her mouth off of him and switches off the toys, he falls to his knees in front of her and kisses her passionately, the intensity of it all blowing me away as I watch them.
Suddenly, someone bangs on the bathroom door and asks if everything is alright. They slowly break the kiss and Erik yells out that they'll be out soon, even as his eyes are glued to Mona's, his hands cupping her face.
"I've missed this," he whispers to her, strumming her cheeks with his thumbs.
"What happened to us?" she asks quietly, rubbing his forearms.
"I don't know, but I'll do my best not to let it happen again," he says, slowly getting to his feet, pulling her to hers.
"Me too," she says, pulling his pants up and buckling them for him as he runs his fingers through her hair, trying to restore it to its previously well-coifed state.
"I don't really want to go back out there and make small talk, because all I'm going to be thinking about is getting burying myself inside you over and over again till you scream my name with those pretty little lips," says Erik, running his thumb gently over her bottom lip.
"Oh God," gasps Mona, biting her lip. "I think we should tell them that call was an emergency and we have to go."
"What kind of emergency will we say?" asks Erik.
"Fuck it, we'll just wing it," says Mona, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the door. "Wait, where are my panties?" she asks, just as they get to the door. Erik pulls the lacey red undies out of his pocket and waves them at her with a smirk before stuffing them back in his pocket and running out of the bathroom.
"Son of a bitch," exclaims Mona as she chases after him, but there's no anger in her voice, just affectionate teasing.
I'm giddy with happiness as I follow them out of the bathroom, taking note of the fact that the people nearest to the bathroom have glazed over eyes and seem to be feeling a little warm. That's got to count towards my boss' requirement of the neighbors cumming. My phone rings and I stare at it with a little trepidation. A glance at the clock tells me that it's a little after midnight. Did they do it in time? Do I still have a job? Is this another accidental call? What if I'm out of a job now?
Ok, ok, deep breaths, just answer the phone. I answer the phone, holding it up to my ear with shaking hands. As nervous as I am, I can't help but smile as I watch Erik and Mona run out of the restaurant, leaving Tony and Mary staring at them before exchanging confused looks. The sound of my boss grunting and panting fills my ear.
"So do I still have a job?" I ask, holding my breath as I wait for an answer, crossing my fingers and hoping against hope that I still do.
"Yes, yes, oh God yes!" she wails in my ear and I'm not sure if she's telling me yes, or if she's just cumming.
"Good job, the higher ups are very pleased," she squeals, and I hear a thud and the sound of a male fairy groaning in time with a loud thumping sound. The phone clicks off, and I throw it in the air, flying in happy circles over the restaurant. I'm beyond happy, more at the fact that my couple has rekindled their passion than at the fact that I still have my dream job.
I fly off to find Erik and Mona, clapping my hands with glee when I spot their car in the parking lot, shaking from side to side with the windows all fogged up. Look at that, those crazy kids couldn't even wait to get home. I curl my toes happily as I sit on the top of the rocking car listening to the happy, pleasured sounds emanating from it.
Just call me Fiona, sex fairy extraordinaire.
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