Carol (DG)

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Carol (DG)

Postby deepedia » Wed Feb 15, 2023 3:55 am

A story inspired from the Christmas Carol

Carol

Dickens was a particularly unique spirit. He was a lonely ghost who (un)luckily employed by the big boss in heaven above and got promoted to be a spirit of holiday, precisely, he was a spirit of Christmas Carol. He was proud to say that he was in a similar line of work as the famous Santa Clause, and Black Pete. While Mr. Clause and Pete were dealing with children, he had his hand full on dealing with the problematic adult. The Spirit of Christmas Carol’s task was to guide and help these adults to be better people in society. A Spirit of Christmas Carol like him usually did their task on the night before Christmas, but Dickens had an accident at that time that made him unable to do his job properly this time.

Each Spirit of Christmas Carol was responsible for at least a thousand adults. It was a repetitive and tedious job; they went to someone's dream, had some heart-to-heart talk with them by showing them their twisted past and fucked future, or just showed them a horror beyond mortal comprehension so they repent or at least be nicer tomorrow morning, then repeat it once again with the other people in their list until they go through all their list.

The convenient perk about being a spirit of Christmas Carol was there was no need for the spirit of Christmas Carol to be a good spirit, you could be mischievous or even be an evil spirit, but as long as you do the job properly, heaven would not put responsibilities on their head regardless of the result. Vice versa, if they failed to do their job properly, what awaited the spirit of Christmas Carol was to be sent to the eighth circle of hell no matter how good a spirit you are, well…that was an exaggeration, if they were super good, heaven above would redeem and forgive them for their mistake.

The thing was Dickens was by no means a good spirit that heaven would redeem and forgive if he did a mistake. Dickens was a mischievous spirit, often playing pranks on humans in his free time. He often shapeshifted to look like his target's lovers to fuck them and add some drama to their lives without care if what he did will ruin his target's relationship.

Back at the matter at hand, Dicken fucked up a big time. He missed one person on his quota list that he should visit back on Christmas day, and he never realized his mistake until almost too late. The grim reaper already knocking at his door, ready to hail his miserable soul to the depth of hell.

After pulling a lot of favor and making a deal with the grim reaper, Dickens was able to get another chance to finish his job. Now, came the new problem, Spirit of Christmas Carol like him was only extra powerful at the days got near to Christmas because Mr. Claus permit them to borrow some of his mighty magical tools to help them with their work, which of course they returned to Santa after their job was done. Unfortunately, borrowing Santa tools was out of option as the big man didn't accept any visitor to his domain all year long except in December, which mean no showing the person in his list a horror beyond mortal comprehension, or letting them see a glimpse of their fucked-up future.

Pushed to the corner, it forced Dickens to get a little creative, and maybe unethical. If he couldn’t do it the Spirit of Christmas Carol’s way, he still could do it his own way.

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The one last person on his list that he missed was a woman by the name Carolyn Rooges. Ms. Rooges, 30 years old, a rising high-level manager in her company, was by no means a bad person. Stern, hardworking, smart, and disciplined. But in her fast track of rising in her company, she gathered a lot of enemies, and people who didn't like how she manage her team. Her high performance made her unable to relate with her subordinate, and basically slave-driving them because of her expectation of her coworker.

As the wise man said you can't teach fish to climb trees like a monkey. Sometimes, what was good for you was bad for others because of different talents and capabilities. Carolyn often unknowingly made her subordinate miserable. Thus, despite her not-so-evil personality, many prayers had been offered to heaven about Carolyn Rooges, praying that one day, the high and mighty manager understood how her subordinate felt.

Heaven heard the pleas and this was when the Spirit of Christmas Carol like Dickens played their role. Dickens was supposed to visit Carolyn the night before Christmas to give her some pep talk about not being an arsehole for her subordinate, but he missed her name on his list and never gave Carolyn a visit that night before Christmas. A mistake that almost cost him his dear existence.

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The clock on the wall showed it was already 11 PM, but Carolyn Rooges was still in her office. Another night of putting in all-nighters. She was the only one in the office right now, as all her coworkers and subordinate already went home a few hours ago, unable to stick with her crazy work hours any longer even if she forced them.

Dickens had observed his target for a few hours, he was currently in a ghostly state, fully invisible unless he wanted to be seen by Carolyn.

Carolyn possessed both beauty and brain. She was a pretty woman, maybe the prettiest in her office, she was a head-turner. Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, sharp facial features, sexy bombshell body. Her appearance alone was sufficient to bring her far on the corporate ladder, but Carolyn didn’t want to be known as only eye candy. She worked the hardest, she was the most outstanding employee among her peers.

Dickens had seen how Carolyn put more effort than others, sadly, her relations with others were not the best, and were the reason he was here. Dickens was fully committed to doing this task well, even if it means that he needed to ruin Carolyn who actually did nothing wrong.

He blew the Sandman’s sand toward Carolyn’s face. The Sandman’s sand quickly worked its magic and made Carolyn feel sleepy all of sudden.

“3…2..1…and asleep.”

As Dickens counted down to zero, Carolyn was unable to fight the drowsiness and fell asleep.

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Carolyn gradually woke up and realized that she was no longer in the middle of her office, but in someone else's bedroom. She felt a bit familiar with the bedroom, it was decorated like her bedroom but there were a lot of things she didn't recognize and were different from her room, for example, there were a lot of sex toys she didn't remember having and used condoms on the floor. Hence, she believed it wasn't her bedroom.

"Where am I? Am I kidnapped?" The blonde-haired woman mumbled.

"Believe it or not, you are in your bedroom." Carolyn didn't expect that her mumbling was answered by a man who appeared out of thin air in front of her.

A ghost! She couldn't believe her eyes but the reality was in front of her eyes. Shock, disbelief, and fear could be seen on Carolyn's face.

"Fear not…I'm not a ghost, well, I am but I am a different one than your ordinary ghost, I am a spirit of Christmas Carol," Dickens introduced himself to Carolyn.

Carolyn was a bit calmed down after hearing that the man in front of her was the Spirit of Christmas Carol. Wait. "Spirit of Christmas Carol? But this isn't anywhere near Christmas anymore," Carolyn looked at Dicken with puzzlement.

"I will spare you the detail about why the Spirit of Christmas Carol like me appears in this time of period of time instead of well…Christmas, what you need to know is I'm here to give you a chance of second life," Dickens replied.

"A chance for second life? What do you mean?"

"Carolyn Rooges, you have been a pain in the ass for other people your whole life, it's my job to make you have another perspective of life."

"Pain in the ass? I don’t think I do anything that deserves me to be called that, so, I don't need you to change my life!"

Dickens ignored her protest, "Carolyn Rooges, 24 December last year, you prevented your subordinate to go home early and instead made them work all-nighters, preventing them to spend their time with family in Christmas festive. Don't you know that some of your coworkers and subordinate have their children waiting for their parents at home expecting that they will spend Christmas night with them?"

"That–"

Before Carolyn was able to say anything further, Dickens cut her off, "I bet you didn't care, I bet you will say that everyone has their own plight and they are nothing special. They have signed on the job knowing all the risks and consequences. You can do it without any trouble, and so you expect them to do the same."

"Let me help you fix this way of thinking of yours. I can't bring you to your past or future, but I have something that might work better in changing your views." The spirit took out a glass orb.

Carolyn could see something swimming inside the orb.

"This is a soul orb I bought from a grim reaper, inside was the trapped soul of a young woman named Carol Winters, waiting to break free. The soul will try to possess you after I break the orb, I don't know if her soul is strong enough to take your body, but I'm sure it will bring quite an influence to your personality," Dickens explained.

The orb lit up blindingly. Carolyn could hear an ear-piercing scream before she felt like crashed by a high-speed car. She felt a sharp pain all over her body and mind which made her quickly lose consciousness.

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Carolyn woke up, no longer in her bedroom, but in the middle of a crowded party.

“Heya, Carol, what’s up? Is there anything wrong? Or do you need help with something?” greeted a platinum blonde-haired girl. She was your typical everyday chav; fake tan skin, bleached hair, thick makeup, and revealing clothes.

Carolyn was sure that she didn’t know who the woman was, but she somehow knew her name. Alexandra Smith, or Lexi for her friend. She was…her friend, no…she was a stranger!

The music, the noise of the crowd, and everything around her stopped for the moment as the flow of time suddenly stopped, and Dickens appeared beside her. “She’s your friend, she may be a stranger to Carolyne Rooges but she is Carol Winter’s friend,”

“This is Carol Winter’s memory of Christmas last year. She was an infamous big slut in her school, she almost had slept with every man in her school, from the nerds, the jock, and even her teachers.” Dickens informed.

“A slut?” Carolyne was shocked. Carolyne herself had a lacking sex life because of her workaholic tendency.

“Yes, just look at the clothes you wearing right now.”

Carolyne looked down at what she wore; a cut-off crop top, a micro denim skirt that wasn’t even able to cover her thongs panties. Fishnet stocking, and at least 5-inch platform heels. Carolyne couldn’t deny that what she wore was something that a slut often wore.

“I wish you enjoy the night as Carol did, you missed a lot in your youth,” said Dickens then he turned invisible once more.

“Wait! Don’t go!”

“What are you saying, Carol? I’m not going anywhere,” Lexi replied.

Carolyn realized that the flow of time had moved once more, and Dickens was already nowhere to be seen.

“Never mind it. I just saw a handsome man, and now he’s gone,” Carolyn replied.

“You nymphomaniac never stop thinking of man, I hear you went down on the entire football team yesterday, and now, you have set your target to another man,” Lexi said in admiration.

As Lexi said that she had gone down on the entire football team, she could clearly remember it in her mind like seeing a 4K porn video. It was not Carol that was gangbanged, but a younger version of Carolyn, the woman who was going dick carousel on the football team was her high school age version. The scene was so vivid in her mind, as one of the football team member fucked the young Carolyn’s pussy like a piston engine, Carolyn could feel a phantom dick doing the same to her.

“Hey, what are you dreaming? Your juice is leaking like a broken faucet,” Lexi woke Carolyn from her daydream.

Carolyn’s face was red in shame because of the incident, she was still horny as hell.

“Geez…you are helpless, I’m now afraid of second-hand embarrassment from you,” Lexi shook her head and walked away from Carolyn.

But after Lexi walked away, a man approached Carolyn. She knew well who was this man. He was Chad O’neal. The football team captain. According to her memory, he was the one with the biggest dick among the football team member that gangbanged her yesterday.

“Hey, sexy slut, do you want to do it again? Only with me this time,” Chad asked.

Carolyn nodded her head. Her pussy was craving for cocks ever since she had the memory of getting gangbanged, but yet found any release.

The scene in front of her suddenly changed. No more crowded noise of the party, but throes of passion between two individuals in the private room. Chad was fucking Carol roughly. Yes, Chad was fucking Carol Winters and not Carolyn

Carolyn could only see the two from the sideline, fully invisible. She was rubbing her pussy like crazy but she was unable to achieve any release.

“You want to be the one who is being fucked there, right? Imagine how good Chad's big dick would feel inside your cunt.” Dickens who stood beside Carolyn teased.

“Yes, please give me release, I want the dick, I want my orgasm! Don’t tease me any longer!” Carolyn pleaded.

“I will help you.” Dickens snapped his finger, but instead of getting a mind-blowing orgasm, her body suddenly numbed and lose all feeling.

“Are you sober now?” Dickens asked.

Carolyn nodded. The two were back into the familiar-yet-unrecognizable bedroom claimed to be Carolyn’s bedroom.

When she closed her eyes, Carolyn was still able to see the image of her getting gangbanged by the football team as if her own memory, and it felt like they just gangbanging her yesterday. On another hand, she could still recognize that it wasn’t her real memory. She could still remember another set of memory where the young Carolyn was a serious student who never fucking around.

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“Being a slut is not that bad, right?” Dickens asked but didn’t get any reply from Carolyn.

Dickens was not bothered by Carolyn’s silence. “Carol is just the start, let’s have one who is on the same age as you.”

Dickens threw a glass bead toward Carolyn, and when Carolyn held the bead. She could hear familiar voices in her head. The voice of her subordinates who told her that they wanted to clock out earlier than the regular office hours that day.

The bead soon cracked and as before, she felt something crash over her. and pulled her down to darkness.

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Unlike her previous experience. Carolyn knew whose place she took this time; Carla Rossborn.

Carla was Carolyn's subordinate, or to be precise a former one. Carolyn's impression of Carla was not that bad, but Carolyn also didn't have any lasting impression of her. Carla was a quiet and withdrawn woman. She quit the company at the start of the new year, and the company didn't even bother to try to make her stay.

Back at the present matter, Carolyn was teleported into Carla's place. And after arranging her mind about Carla, she just started to look around and finally noticed the weirdness in this place.

Carolyn realized that Carla's bedroom was similar to her ‘bedroom’; the same sex toys and used condoms loitering the floor, and the same poster of vulgar bimbo on the wall, but what made Carla's bedroom and her bedroom different was Carla's bedroom was considerably packed with tech gear.

Carolyn was not too tech savvy, but looking at Carla's computer setup, she knew it was quite the expensive one.

Carolyn then realized that the place was not only Carla’s bedroom, it was also her studio.

“Aside from her day-to-day job, Carla also works as a camgirl,” Dickens told Carolyn.

“Camgirl? If she gets found out, she can tarnish our company's reputation!” Carolyn frowned and said the sentence in an unpleasant tone

“I don’t expect that you are still able to think about your company,” Dickens sneered.

“Carla started as Camgirl out of desperation, you might not remember but Carla was hired at the same time as you, and while you rose to the top as fast as a shooting star, Carla was stuck at the bottom of the office ladder for quite a long time. A secretarial job salary is barely able to fill her day-to-day expense, then she dared herself out of desperation to start as a camgirl and opened an Onlyfans account, who knew she was able to get some moderate success from it. What she got is more than her monthly salary as a secretary in your company.”

“But even with her moderate success in her venture of being an amateur camgirl, she still stick at your company, for her, being a camgirl can be considered as just a part-time job, and she still wanted to work in a brighter side of industry instead of selling sex, but then you as a high-level manager put more and more demand to your subordinate, with increasing workload and work hours, and even threatening your subordinate with a salary cut made Carla no longer think working in the company was worth her effort. In other words, you are who pushes Carla to be a full-time camgirl.”

“But that’s not my fault, I too was unable to refuse the higher-ups' demand!” Carolyn tried to defend herself against Dickens’ accusation.

“Your denial is useless, you are here because people think it is your fault.”

Carolyn was silenced. She knew wasting her energy to deny the matter was no longer useful.

“This time, I will let you relive the experience of Carla Rossborn on the night before Christmas last year. I hope you learn something useful.”

Dickens then turned back to be invisible and the flow of time returned.

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Unlike her previous experience, Carolyn was all alone, there was only her and her bunch of ‘woman’s best friends.’

She tried to exit the room, but the entrance door won’t budge at all no matter how she pushed or pulled it.

Carolyn gave up on trying to exit the room and walked back to the center of the room. She then noticed that Carla’s computer was turned on. She looked at the bright computer screen and realized that the camera was currently streaming her activity in the room.

Ding!

To her surprise, someone sent her a chat message

[Pussybuster69: Hey, Carol, show me your pussy, and I will send some pocket money.]

Carol not Carla? What happened here?

Then Carolyn realized Carla's username for the streaming site was Carol Rose. Carolyn was in a panic for nothing.

[Pussybuster69 sends $100 gift to your account]

Carolyn was surprised to read the new notification which just appeared. She even not yet done anything yet and someone had sent her some money. Do those people not afraid that Carla will run away with their gift money and yet don’t give them any picture or video?

Carolyn then began to get curious about how much money Carla could make from this camgirl business.

Without hesitation, following a memory that suddenly surfaced in her mind about how Carla usually tease and bait her viewers, Carolyn began to strip, bit by bit. Her clothes this time was more covered compared to when she was reliving Carol’s memory; a white sheer blouse that tease the lacy bra underneath it, a tight pencil skirt, and a nylon black stocking. She got the sexy secretary look this time instead of a blatant slut.

The first one that she got rid of was her blouse. Then she freed her boobs from the confine of her bra.

Carolyn looked at the screen and saw that several of her viewers were sending her other rounds of gifts.

She continued to strip down her skirt, showing her viewer her lacy panties, but she paused and took her sweet time teasing the viewers of her panties-clad buttock before she dropped her panties to the floor and bare her pussy for all of its glory.

[Pussybuster69 sends $300 gift to your account]

[BimboMania sends $100 gift to your account]

[MegaSlut sends $100 gift to your account]



Carolyn didn’t expect that just this session of camwhoring had netted her more than $1000. Could she get more? But what should she do next?

She glanced at the sex toys and condoms loitered on the floor and got some idea.

She picked one of Carla's dildos, the biggest one she found, lube it up with the cum in the used condoms, and then began to play with it sexually. She never expected that being watched by strangers when she did naughty stuff, naked nonetheless, was very hot. Carolyn didn’t even feel any shame.

The memory of when ‘she’ was gangbanged by the football team flashed in her mind. The dildo in her hand suddenly looked like Chad’s dick in her eyes. It awakened the hunger inside her.

As if she was in trance, she started to fuck herself with the dildo without any care for her viewers.

[PussyBuster69: Wow, fantastic view, I want to fuck you so bad now, wish I know you in real life so we can meet up and fuck.]

[MegaSlut: chill man, don't scare the woman, you sound like a pathetic simp just now.]

“Oh god oh god…yes, fuck me harder, I can feel it, I’m gonna cum!” Carolyn squealed like a horny whore.

SNAP!

But before Carolyn got her orgasm, once again, Dickens blocked her effort. The dildo she held vanished into thin air, failing to give her the last push to orgasm.

“NOOOO, give it back to me! I want to cum so bad, you can’t do this to me!” Carolyn protested.

“Don’t be grumpy now, Carolyn, it’s not the time for you to cum yet,” Dickens replied. “There is still someone you need to meet.”

There were suddenly two other beings now visible to Carolyn’s eyes. They stayed in the corner of the rooms, seemingly afraid of Dickens.

One appeared as a naked blonde woman with gargantuan tits so big she couldn’t stand with her two legs but needed to be on all fours like a cow all the time, dragging her pierced nipple on the floor. Her eyes were dull without any hint of intelligence. Dickens introduced this one as Ignorance.

The other one was a fiery red-haired one with a body full of vulgar tattoos, Unlike the spirit of ignorance, her chest was not as big as hers, but looked obviously fake. Her labia was pierced with several rings and weight was attached to the ring, her ass prolapsed out like sticking out rosebud. Her eyes were full of thirst. Dickens introduced this one as Desire.

Dickens conjured a dildo in his hand, the same dildo Carolyn used, and threw it toward the incarnations of Ignorance and Desire.

Like hungry dogs seeing a bone, the two jumped toward the dildo, and fight for it. After one ( Ignorance) got her hand on the dildo, the other (Desire) then looked toward Carolyn and jumped toward her.

“No, get away from me!” Carolyn pushed Desire away, but the Incarnation was too strong for Carolyn to push back and managed to kiss her.

But Carolyn kept struggling and finally managed to push down the incarnation of desire. What she pushed down was no longer a naked lady with a full-body tattoo who attack her, but a lady wearing a professional business suit. A mirror image of her real look.

“I will report you to the upper management for not complying to my command!” said the incarnation of desire using Carolyn's own voice.

Dickens then snapped his finger and these two incarnations vanished.

“Do you learn something from your meeting with them?”

Carolyn shook her head. She didn’t learn anything, but she had more questions now.

“What are they actually? Do the one who I push down is myself?”

“Yes and no, Ignorance and Desire are how you see your other subordinate, and how your subordinate sees you. You see others as an ignorant and dumb bimbo, and others people see you as a demanding immoral bitch. And you can see by yourself, as long as you are demanding immoral bitch, people will deny you of your orgasm, even you push yourself down,” Dickens explained.

“Well, let’s move to the last for this night, Carolyn.” Dickens took out another glass bead. This one is pitch black compared to others he took before. The grim reaper said that this is the grim reaper’s special goods.

He crushed the bead, and instead of the scream of a banshee, there was a roaring thunder. A vortex of darkness destroyed everything around them and swallowed Carolyn.

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“Where am I now?”

Carolyn looked around and saw a row of tombstones.

Am I in the middle of a graveyard?

Carolyn wasn’t scaredy-cat, she was never afraid to be the last one in the office even in the middle of the night, but this time, she couldn’t help to have goosebumps all over her body.

Carolyn looked for Dickens, but she didn’t find the Spirit of Christmas Carol anywhere. She then walked through the graveyard to see whether there was a way out, or something useful.

The night was increasingly chilling as snow began to fall down. Carolyn this time was back wearing her own business pantsuit. And it was not the best clothes to dampen the cold of the winter night.

As she felt weaker and weaker to move, she stopped in front of a dilapidated tombstone. The snow pile dropped bit by bit and showed some detail of whose tomb it was.

Carol…

Was the first word revealed after a few snow piles dropped from the tombstone.

Is this my tombstone? will I die tonight in this graveyard?

Caroline Scrooge.

Carolyn felt relieved after the snow dropped more, and revealed the full name of the grave owner which wasn't her name.

“Do you feel relieved after knowing this grave aren’t yours?” Dicken appeared out of nowhere beside her.

Carolyn nodded.

“Caroline Scrooge, died at 30 years old. She is a good girl, a talented, and smart one. Her boss like her work ethic very much, who doesn’t like a loyal employee that puts their lifeline on the job? Yet, her job was the cause of her downfall. After putting in a lot of all-nighters, her body finally took its toll, she was found fainting in the office and was sent to the hospital. The doctors told her that her illness was more severe than she thought, and ordered for a month of full bedrest. For Caroline Scrooge who married to her job, a month of full bedrest was a big no, she ignored the doctor’s order and continued to go to her work after a week of rest. The result? She fainted again at the end of the month, Caroline probably never expected that she never woke up after that. And you know what her company does? They just seek her replacement the next day. None of her coworkers was saddened by her death. In her office, she was known as a boss licker and slave-driven. For some of them, her death was good riddance and blessing,” Dickens narrated.

In Carolyn’s ears, Dickens wasn’t telling her about Caroline but was speaking about her.

“No-No way, I don’t want to die yet.” The fear of death soon overwhelmed Carolyn and sent her into a panic attack.

Dickens grinned, “there is still a way to save yourself, and you know how to do it, be free Carolyn, let the ignorance bring you happiness, you don’t need to be stressed with the work anymore. Made your coworker happy.” Dickens sent her a sweet whisper of persuasion

Carolyn nodded her head furiously several times, “Yes…there is still a way to save myself.”

"Is it?" Dickens snapped his finger, and the ground where Carolyn was crouching crumbled. Carolyn’s hand was still held tight by Dickens, preventing her to fall to the bottom yet

Carolyn saw that at the bottom was a fiery pit, obviously, she thought she would be going to hell if she fell there.

“Help me, please help me, I promise I will change,” Carolyn pleaded, hoping that Dickens would pull her up.

“I believe you,” Dickens then released his hold and let Carolyn freefall into the fiery pit.

“Let the fire remake you anew.” Dicken vanished into a thin air. His job’s done, and he would not fear being visited by the grim reaper until the next coming Christmas.

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“Ouch…” Carolyn fell down from the couch that she used to sleep.

A dream? no…A second chance.

She knew what she needed to do to avoid the miserable fate of Caroline Scrooge to not befall her.

Make my coworker happy. Don’t stress about work anymore. Be ignorant!

Carolyn quickly rushed to her house, there was something she needed to prepare for this morning.

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Carolyn came to the office radically different than what she used to do. No more professional pantsuits she used to wear. She was looking slutty with a micro skirt, crop top some size smaller than her actual size to emphasize her tits, fishnet stockings, and 4-inch stiletto heels. Her makeup was thick, and whorish. She no longer put her blonde hair in a professional tight bun style she usually had, but was now freed and teased big.

"Who ordered a whore here?" Some of her coworkers were whispering with each other before knowing that the slutty woman was Carolyn.

“Hello, everyone, I have an important announcement to make,” she paused, waiting for every person in the office to put their attention to her.

“I may unknowingly act like a bitch to you for years, and I wanted to apologize for my behavior, thus I decided to resign from the company.”

Carolyn then dropped a stack of paper; it was her education degrees and certificates.

“To make me unable to work in a respectable company and be an insufferable bitch once more, I renounce all my degrees, so I can only work as a whore from now on.” Carolyn then pissed on the stack of paper below her. Her eyes rolled back as while she let go of her piss, unexpectedly, she got a mind-blowing orgasm she craved since last night.

Gasps and shocks could be heard from her coworker. Some quickly acted to call security, but most of the men were enjoying the perverse show performed by Carolyn before the security came and kick her. Obviously, she was fired on the spot after what she did, but being fired was no longer a big deal for Carolyn, she didn't want to work at an office anymore. Thankfully, the last night experience had given her enough insight into how to get her money by selling her body.

Carolyn would be a happy, ignorant whore who would bring happiness to people.

I remember those bimbos last night big delicious-looking titties. Shall I get one too?

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