Myranda hadn’t thought she’d ever be the kind of girl to sit in a stall with her mouth open and her hands behind her back, while men pissed into her open mouth.
However, after a demotion at work, that’s exactly how she spent eight to twelve hours a day as a public urinal in the bathroom of the store she’d once been a team leader at.
“Well, at least I get to make the customers happy now,” she thought. “And this is still better than dealing with old ladies trying to return stuff they bought three years ago.”
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