My throat rasped, called out, signaled to these fellow libertines that I had finished myself. My face fell between Jessica’s legs, planted in her pussy. She unceremoniously pushed me off and onto my back with the same delicacy one might exercise in kicking aside a pebble in one’s path. I didn’t mind.

They chatted approvingly about how slutty and submissive I was as they put their clothes back on, and I savored their insults to my self-respect through the haze of my lingering orgasm, chest heaving, struggling not to smile. Once I had recovered sufficiently from my little death, I did as they did and redressed. As I donned my navy coat, Jacklyn complimented me: “Good job. You’re the best quickie we’ve had in months. Submissive and slutty—sooo much fun to use.” She gave me her business card. “Any time you’re in the mood to choke on my cock, give me a call.”

Jessica patted me on the back. “I had fun pulling your hair.” She gave it a gentle yank—a smile snuck out onto my face—then handed me her own card. “Where’s your card?”

“I don’t have any yet, I just started this job today.”

She unlocked her phone. “Then tell me your number so we can let you know when the route is ready. And maybe when the three of us have some free time we can have some more fun.” I gave them both of my numbers. “Thanks.” She poked me in the chest as she told me, “Next time, I want to eat you out.”

My skin had recently recovered from the flush of sex, but that was canceled out by the blush that spread across my cheeks. “I would love that.” We exited the van, sweaty and blissful.

Waiting for us outside was my CSI crew and the patrol officers in charge of the perimeter.

I froze like a deer, terrified that they heard us or would figure out through other clues what had gone down in the van while they were waiting for me, but Jessica gave me another pat on the back and a wink, before the two of them headed off to supervise.

I had successfully finished off two people in exchange for a victory, but I had no clue that my first day on the job had much, much more in store for me.

My day had gone from good to bad to excellent. I was thriving.