[Features: Piss, piss drinking, getting used like a urinal, forced yuri]

Every once in a while, someone gets a job that’s far outside the norm. That telling people about is a whole story in itself. For some, it’s something crazy like being a judge for pun competitions or a weapon tester, others a bit more unusual like a janitor for NASA, and then you eventually get to things that you realize you can’t ever tell anyone about.

That was my job.

There’s plenty of sexual areas out there. If you aren’t involved in the fetish scene, you’ll never know about them. Orgies, dungeons, places where people go to have fun. Some of them are tame and boring, others are so wild that I’ve only heard stories but I do believe those stories. After all, my own story is a bit wild.

So how it goes down is usually this. By some way or miracle, someone with a decent chunk of cash decides to start something a bit more risque. And then it just goes on from there. An invite only night club with naked dancers becomes an invite only night club where they have nudity nights. Then it gets a bit more crazy, maybe they start having private backrooms or something of the like. Still, it’s mostly tame. But then you start to get to know the people, everyone is regular, it’s a community. And the person with money decides, well, they want to do a bit more.

It soon spirals into something you have to be known and vetted by multiple people before being allowed to join. The next part is where things get tricky. It can stay like that or it can try opening up a bit more broadly. That’s always a bit dangerous because not everything is exactly street legal at this point. But given the masses of deviants, some of them have to succeed eventually.

And that’s how you end up with a sexual dungeon, where people can have sex out in the open, and the urinals are men and women.

It’s a well paying job at that.

Now how you get a job there, is mostly the same. I was always kind of the hanger on. I showed up to the events to relax. I liked the atmosphere. I was invited because people found me calming and I guess I was. I wasn’t exactly filled with lust usually. I had had sex with a few of the people of course but it wasn’t why I showed up. I just wanted to drink a little and relax around people who didn’t care if you had clothes on or not, outside of a bit of flirting.

I got invited to those private parties and even then, was still mostly a wall flower. But it’s not like fetishes were exactly hidden. The group knew I had a piss kink, just like we all knew Gregory was into magical beasts and Sarah was a little too into vore. It didn’t seem relevant, till the owner had walked up to me and offered me a job.

As a urinal.

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