You glanced at the clock. 02:47. It had advanced all of two minutes. You lean back in your swivel chair, and let out a loud, frustrated sigh. You still had over three hours of your shift left. You… didn’t hate this job, per say, but it wouldn’t have been your first choice. Your parents had made it clear from a young age that during the summer, you wouldn’t be allowed to laze about under their roof whilst they continued to work. Obviously, this wasn’t the case when you were younger, since it was illegal, but they had you signed up to dozens of clubs to keep you busy.
Now, you worked the night shift at a nearby petrol station. It was boring. You were lucky if you had one customer at all. And whilst yes, you often played on your phone, it wasn’t enough to completely stave off boredom. Honestly, you wished you could’ve been out partying, but this was really the only job you could get. That was within reasonable walking distance, in any case.
Yes, ironically, you didn’t drive. Though you knew you probably should start learning. You were twenty-two for gods sake!
You glanced at the clock. 02:51. You should probably unplug it. For your own sanity if nothing else. You ran a hand through your long, black hair, noticing that it was starting to fade at the roots, turning a dark brown. It also felt a touch greasy. You grimaced. You hadn’t had much if a reason to dye it lately.
You glance out the window, the darkness outside and the light inside turning it into more of a mirror. You had a great figure, tall and athletic, dark skinned but with vibrant green eyes. Yeah, your breasts and ass weren’t huge (like your kind-of friend Stacy), but that was fine.
Of course, whilst many boys were attracted to you (your figure anyway), most turned away when they learned what you had between your legs. You had a cock, but also a vagina. When erect, your cock stuck out a solid eight inches, with a nice girth, and mostly smooth. You kept it, and your balls, which you knew to be a bit larger than average, hairless.
Unfortunately, it was the same story when she tried with women; they tended to lose interest when they learnt she had a cock. Not all of them, but a lot of them.
You tried to avoid glancing at the clock, when the bell rang. You perked up slightly.
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