I’m a working fool. And working, makes me horny.

For one, I really really like my job. I sell makeup and other products at a high-end department store. I work on commission.

You would think makeup sales would not support me, but it does (I lead a very frugal life, however). Everything I am wearing: my black panty hose, my (short) skirt, my blouse, my sexy lacy panties, my jewelry, the heels, perfume and of course makeup come from the store. They only thing not purchasable here is my swank lab coat and my non-prescription glasses that I wear on occasion when I feel smarmy.

I buy all this at a slight discount. I carefully target the salesperson I purchase these things in total mercenary fashion. Ha ha, get it, fashion? I could buy the items and log me in as the salesperson, but I don’t. This makes the other person who helps me very happy. I take their advice and smile and be polite. That also makes them happy. I also do their makeup. I am win win win.

So they send me customers. I do sometimes compete with them, if a customer asks “oh, where did you get that blouse!” I will, time permits, get the blouse for them. Sale. If time doesn’t permit, I say “oh go talk to so and so.”

But back to horny. I get a lot of attractive women across my counter. They sit in my chair (sit up please!) and I doll them up. Sometimes they just show up with a list or for the endless promo items (I hate promos but oh well).

And I am a sucker for cute women who dress nice. You know who the cutest women are? Mommies. The mommies who carry or push a baby/toddler around, but still look good. I swear to God a mommy with only a slight little tummy pooch, big milking breasts and the glowing skin with even a half-way decent ass makes me WET. I want to have their husbands watch little Jr. and I want to take them back to my shoe-box dark bach, strip them naked and nibble on their tummies.

Then I want to suck milk from their breasts.

Then I want to stick as many fingers inside them as possible and finger fuck them silly.

Aren’t I awful?

One day a mommy came in and she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. I flirted.

She flirted back.

Then I found out that she wasn’t wearing the ring because her fingers got poofy from having a baby (who knew?). She was having her rock holder resized.

She bought a lot of makeup and left smiling.

I was sad. And wet. I had to buy another pair of hose and give myself a sponge bath. I smelled like a bordello.

I know she knew. She knew I knew she knew. But she left anyway, after making her choice. I would like to think I made her horny and she went home and fucked her husband.

Shit. I worked all weekend. And now I have needs. Carnal needs.