Jamie was bursting with enthusiasm. “Nils, guess what? I got a job!”

“That’s great,” Nils said. “What sort of job?”

“It’s volunteer work.”

“For a good cause, I’m sure.”

“I think so. Crossing guard. There’s a uniform and everything. I start tomorrow, but it’s just for practice. Not at a school crossing or anything. I’m going to be stationed at a place where there’s never any traffic.”

“I’m so happy for you,” Nils said. “We should celebrate. Dinner out?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of a lovely long fuck. But first I have to practice my crossing guard maneuvers.”

“Oh? What sort of maneuvers?”

“You know, various signals and indicators. But maybe we could fuck first, to warm me up. The uniform that came in the packet looks like it’s kind of skimpy.”

After the fuck, Jamie tried on the uniform. “That is skimpy,” Nils admitted.

“No kidding. At least it allows freedom of movement. It shouldn’t interfere with my poses.”

“Interesting,” Nils said, watching Jamie lift and bend one leg almost to her groin. “Is that pose in the manual? Looks like a flamingo.”

“Gosh, no,” Jamie said. “You filled my pussy so full of cum, and it’s starting to leak out. I was trying to seal off my cunt, but I think it’s hopeless.”

“Well, I think it’s beautiful,” Nils said. “Extraordinarily sexy. In fact, I’m ready right now for the after-practice, cunt-sealing fuck. Hop that flamingo up onto my cock.”

When Nils got home that afternoon, he found Jamie perched on a stool.

“How did your crossing guard stint go?” he asked. “You look a bit glum.”

“I’m exhausted. I thought I was doing great, but almost immediately, traffic was backed up for miles in every direction.

“I tried that flamingo pose, but no one moved. Also I found out afterwards that the skimpy uniform wasn’t a uniform at all. It was an effing emergency flag. They fired me.”

“How come?”

“The director said I’d be too much of a distraction. So, yeah, I’m a little depressed.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Yes, I could really use a cheering up fuck.”