Burner Phones

Figuring out how to buy the burner phones turned out to be a good distraction for me. Otherwise, I probably would have been thinking nonstop about fucking one of my coworkers for real in a couple of weeks. I still couldn't believe everyone had agreed to it. I thought that a least a few people would have said no way.

Emma had a good point about Walmart being a bad idea, and I certainly wasn't going to use my name or the company's name to buy the burners online. So, I started to think, "What would a criminal do?" We weren't going to do anything illegal, but you know what I mean. I decided that maybe I should go where criminals might go. I'd probably be able to get what I needed and would be unlikely to run into anyone that knew me. At the same time, I didn't want to risk my safety either.

So, at lunchtime the next day, I drove to some of the less desirable but not entirely scary areas of Raleigh and cruised around for a bit. When I starting seeing signs for pawn shops and tattoo parlors, I figured I was getting warm. Then this little place with a bunch of neon in the window caught my eye: "CHECKS CASHED", "ATM INSIDE", COPIES AND FAXES". I parked my Camry and decided to go inside.

I probably looked pretty stupid wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses as a pseudo-disguise, but hey, this was my first time doing something like this. I walked in, and the tiny store was one of those "How the heck did they fit all of this stuff in here?" places. It was like they took the contents of a gas station mini-mart and squeezed it into a small self-storage unit. There were refrigerators full of drinks, all kinds of snacks, cold/flu meds, plus some porno mags, a rack of condom boxes, and yes, a multi-function copier/fax/printer among many other things, stacked to the ceiling.

The guy behind the counter looked Middle Eastern or maybe Pakistani. What do I know? I'm just making an uneducated guess like a lot of other Americans would. Anyhow, I asked whether they had any prepaid cellphones.

"Oh burner phone. Yes we have," he said in his Middle Eastern or maybe Pakistani accent. He pulled out a big ring of keys, unlocked a small cabinet behind the counter, and grabbed two boxes.

"This one 4G. This one only 3G. Both thur-tee day sim talk text and 2 gig day-ta," he said.

"I'll go with the 4G," I said, not remembering what that meant.

"Ok sir," he replied and turned to put the 3G box back.

As he started to close the cabinet, I said, "Oh, I need eight of them."

I had a made-up explanation ready to go, but he replied, unfazed, "Ok sir. No problem." Owning a place like this, in this part of town, I'm sure he learned not to ask any unnecessary questions.

The Middle Eastern or maybe Pakistani man then pulled seven more 4G boxes out of the small cabinet, and I'm thinking to myself, "How the heck did he fit all of those in there?"

As he started to scan the barcodes at the register, he noticed that I had pulled out my credit card and asked, "You pay card?" looking and sounding a bit surprised.

"Is that ok?" I replied.

"Oh yes sir," he responded and continued scanning.

Then it dawned on me what he was probably thinking, so I pivoted, "Actually, I'll pay cash. I'm going to go find an ATM machine and I'll be back." I had managed to get a PhD in microbiology, but clearly I had no street smarts.

"We have ATM over there," he replied and pointed. That's right. Of course they did.

Most of Lauren's and my financial accounts were joint accounts, but thankfully we each kept a personal bank account for "spending money." I withdrew the necessary amount from the ATM, completed the purchase, and thanked the Middle Eastern or maybe Pakistani man.

As I walked towards the door, I glanced at the boxes of condoms, hesitated slightly, and then thought to myself, "I can always come back later."

I tossed the burner phones in my trunk, got in the driver's seat, took one last look at all the neon in the storefront window, and chuckled. "I wonder how long that guy's been here," I thought to myself.

"I'm pretty sure Priya is Indian and not Pakistani," my thoughts shifted tangentially, but I wasn't 100 percent sure.

For the longest time, I didn't look at Priya in a sexual way. She was kinda cute but always wore frumpy clothes and never did herself up or anything. Then at our company's first ever holiday party, Priya showed up in this beautiful sari dress that showed off curves that I didn't realize she had. She also had makeup on, and frankly she was gorgeous. The other ladies all raved about how spectacular she looked, while we guys just concentrated on trying to hide our erections.

Over the years, she put on a few pounds, especially after having three kids, but she's still attractive. Today she kind of reminds me of Maneet Chauhan on Food Network.

"Man, I wouldn't mind matching up with Priya," I starting thinking, as I felt myself getting hard.

I had gone to the office storage room to get some more bottles of wine, since we were running low. I grabbed one red and one white and then heard the door open. Priya walked in and asked, "Need any help, David?"

"No, I got it," I replied, my dick stiffening upon seeing her in that incredible sari again.

When I moved towards the door, Priya blocked my path, put her hand on my crotch, and whispered seductively, "You sure about that?"

I had brought my girlfriend Lauren to the holiday party, and what was happening was not a good thing. I mean, it was a great thing, but well, you know what I mean.

With a bottle of wine in each hand I spun away from Priya and tried to open the door. However, she was too quick, holding the door closed with her left hand while flipping my shoulders around with her right, so that my back was now pinned against the door.

Priya then grabbed the sides of my head and planted her lipstick clad lips on mine. After some lustful French kissing, we came up for some air, giving me a chance to plead, "Priya! My date is out there. She's going to wonder where I am."

"Don't worry, David," Priya replied. "You won't be gone for very long," as she started to unzip my fly.

Priya pushed down my underwear and pulled out my stiff cock. Then she got down on her knees and...

I started the engine, quickly got back on the road, and started looking feverishly for someplace to... "There!" I said to myself, spotting a McDonald's. I pulled into the parking lot, hurried inside, and headed straight to the bathroom. Luckily for me, the stall was empty. I slid the latch, frantically dropped my drawers, and started to jerk off.

Priya enveloped the head of my cock with her sexy lips, as I started to groan with pleasure. She then grabbed my shaft and started stroking and sucking me like an expert. Not that I had any knowledge or experience regarding what an expert blow job should look and feel like, but Priya sure seemed like she knew what she was doing.

She was right that this wasn't going to last long. Her hand let go, as she took me deeper into her mouth. I looked down between the bottles of wine in my hands and saw Priya's hungry eyes staring right back into mine, as she moved her head forward even further, taking my manhood down her throat. Seeing and feeling the entire length of cock inside my gorgeous coworker's mouth was surreal.

Priya then started bobbing her head, as I began grunt loudly. Sensing that I was teetering on the edge, Priya sucked as hard as she could, causing me lose all control and blow my massive load down her throat in several large spurts. Her wanton eyes still locked with mine, Priya eagerly downed every last drop of my cum, making a slutty "Mmmmmm" sound as she swallowed.

Priya disengaged from my spent cock, as my back slid down the door until my butt hit the floor. She then stood up, looked down at me smugly and said, "Thanks for the drink, David. I was thirsty."

There I was again wiping cum from a toilet seat. I did the best that I could and then flushed. I felt bad for the next guy. That's why I always use one of those seat covers or lay down TP when I use a public toilet. You never know what's on there.

* * * * *

When I got back to the office, I went and knocked on Jack's door. "I got the burner phones," I said.

"Oh, awesome!" Jack replied. "Let's go to the conference room. I'll grab Grace and meet you there."

I set the eight boxes on the conference table, and Jack walked in shortly thereafter with Grace, who is the most tech savvy person in our group.

"Ok. David, can you start taking the phones out of the boxes?" Jack asked. "And Grace, can you activate them?"

The process went like this. I removed a phone from its packaging ("Curse you, plastic clamshells!"). Grace then took the phone, inserted the SIM card, turned on the phone, and activated it. Jack put a small red sticker on the back of the phone. For the second phone, it was the same process, except that Jack used a blue sticker.

Then Grace entered the blue phone number into the Contacts of the red phone and sent a test text message to the blue phone. After the blue phone successfully received the text, Grace saved the red phone number into the Contacts of the blue phone. She then erased the Messages history in both phones.

While Grace was doing the work, I glanced at her pretty hair, which was tied up with chopsticks, and remembered the last time I "saw" her hair tied up with chopsticks. She caught me staring and gave me a shy smile.

We repeated the process for the remaining three pairs of phones and were all set. "Thanks a bunch, guys," said Jack. "We'll pass out the phones later this afternoon."

Grace and I started to walk back to our offices and gave each other playful glances as we started to go in different directions, each of us wondering if we would be matched with the other. Boy, crazy days lay ahead, but I don't think anyone anticipated how crazy.

At about 3:30 p.m., the email dropped.

Topic: Staff Meeting

Date: Tuesday, October 14, 2025

Time: 4:00 p.m. ET

Location: Conference Room

"Let's fuck, Emma!" shouted Matt, drawing hearty laughter.

When the time came, everyone gathered around the conference table, where the eight color-coded burner phones were placed face down. There was also a medium sized box with a lid.

Jack picked up a phone with a blue sticker and said, "So this one will be mine." Then he proceeded to place a call to the red phone number in his burner phone's Contacts, causing one of the red phones to vibrate. Jack picked up the vibrating red phone, terminated the call, erased the Calls history in both phones, and then placed the red phone into the box.

To ensure that Jack would not be matched with Emma, Emma claimed one of the remaining three red phones on the table. She then placed the last two red phones into the box, put the lid on, and gave the box a gentle shake.

Next, Kelly, Grace, and Priya each fished out a red phone from the box, and then finally Albert, Matt, and I each took a blue phone from the table.

Jack then said, "Ok. Each of us has now been matched up with someone. Now Emma's gonna go over some ground rules."

Emma went to the whiteboard. She said, "So guys, remember that the goal is for everyone to stay anonymous until the very end. With that in mind..."

Emma turned to the board and started to write (and provide associated commentary):

BURNER PHONE RULES:

1. Don't let your spouse find it. ("This one should be obvious.")

2. Use it only for texting your buddy. ("This may also sound obvious, but don't make calls to anyone, forward texts to your iPhone, use it as an alarm clock, or anything else.")

3. Don't text anything that could potentially reveal your ID. ("Don't give your buddy any clues. We don't want to spoil the surprise.")

4. Don't show your messages to anyone else. ("They could catch a glimpse of the phone number or message dates and times and start piecing things together.")

5. Don't write down your phone number or your buddy's phone number. ("After this is over, and we dispose of all the burners, there shouldn't be a shred of evidence that this ever took place.")

6. Don't use it in front of anyone else. ("For instance, someone at work could see you sending a text, and if they don't receive one, they could figure out that you're not their match.")

7. Keep it hidden. ("For example, if you leave your phone out in the open, someone could send a text, and if your phone doesn't light up, then they would know that they're not matched with you. And when you need to charge the phone, do it out of sight like when you're in your car driving alone.")

8. Turn off both the ringer and vibrate. ("Along the same lines, it should not be apparent to anyone else that you received a message.")

9. Don't trade it for someone else's phone. [Everyone laughed at that one.]

10. Until after the dinner, do not arrange to meet in person. [Everyone laughed at that one even more.]

"I think that about does it. Does anyone have any questions?" asked Emma.

No one did, so Emma erased the whiteboard and reminded everyone to turn off both the ringer and vibrate. Each of us did as instructed and prepared to go home for the day with their shiny new toy.

* * * * *

I charged my burner on the drive home like Emma suggested. When I arrived, I pulled into the garage and saw that I had one new message waiting. I decided to open it.

[red]: hi. test message

I started to reply and realized that there was no keyboard like on a smartphone. It had been a minute since I last used a num pad to send texts, so I had to dust off some old skills.

[blue]: received! hi back

During the drive, I had thought about places where I could hide my burner when I was at home and decided that my golf bag in the garage was a safe bet. Lauren would never go near it. I got out of the car and unzipped one of the compartments on my golf bag. As I started to toss the burner in, the screen flashed. Another new message had arrived.

[red]: cant wait to meet u

[blue]: me either

[red]: i like it a little rough