Erotic short fiction: Fucktoy to the Crew


My desk phone rang.  It was him.  It was always him.  

“How did construction inspection go this week?” he asked.  

I had spent the last four days on the road, checking on my projects.  “Great.  No problems, for once.”  My crews were actually following specs this week; it had been a pleasant surprise.   

“That’s good.”  He paused.  “Do you ever… get worried, being out there by yourself?” 

I smiled to myself.  “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.  I’m not exactly alone.” 

“I mean… you’re out there in the middle of nowhere with those construction crews.  Don’t you worry that… something will happen?” 

I licked my lips, knowing that he was imagining me getting gangbanged on the job.  I made sure that my voice was very innocent, very professional. “I’m sorry, I’m still not following.  What could happen?”  I knew it was cruel to prod him like this, but I just couldn’t help myself.  He was such an easy target.  

There was another pause on his end.  “You could be… assaulted.” 

“Hmm,” I intoned, letting that word carry all of the desire I felt for that very thing.  “Well, I do think about that.”  

I don’t worry about it, per se.  

“But,” I continued, “I’m just the lady with the clipboard, making sure everyone’s doing their job right.  What could go wrong?”  

“I just worry about you, that’s all.”

He was so sweet, it made my teeth hurt.  I couldn’t help but poke at him.  “I guess I do make their lives hard, a little bit.” 

“How do you make their lives… hard?”  His words came out a little too fast, like we were having the same thoughts.

Oh, I don’t know.  Is it the tight shirts?  The pigtail braids?  The word “fuckdoll” always written across my chest?  

Not that they saw that bit, I suppose.

“You know.  I make them do the job right.  Follow the specs.  I can imagine that hearing that you’re doing your job wrong, from a tiny blonde woman, might… irritate some men.”  And make them want to take it out on my ass… or my mouth… or my cunt.

“Oh,” he said, relief plain in his voice.  Maybe he really had expected me to say that I flashed them from my truck?  

“But hey, I don’t want you to worry.”  My cunt clenched at the thought of being so vulnerable, all alone on a job site… and just pushing that one man a little too far one day.  “I’ll be fine.”  

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