Oh yeah, it was fucking hot. During lunch I would slide the health and safety award to one side revealing this hole in the wall that the owners had decided not to fix but instead to cover up with the aforementioned award. And, yeah I would fuck the hole. No lube, no spit just a nice dry hump until I came within the cavity of the wall.
My co-workers at the time would all stand around and take bets on how long I would last and to be honest it wasn't very long. Be it the pressure, the pain or just the fact that the wall was a complete slut. I would blast in no time. Then whoever had won would parade around the stock room reveling in such a mighty win. Whilst I exhausted feeling both extreme pleasure and intense pain would lie there on the dirty unswept floor with a distant smile on my face semi-conscious and euphoric.
After about a month of non-stop "action" of once maybe twice a day the wall began to emit a rather pungent smell that would radiate throughout the stockroom especially on hot days. So much so that it got so bad that on more than one occasion customers passing by the entrance to the back room would faint - overcome by the rancid, rotting smell that radiated from within.
So of course it was my job as the main culprit of this abomination - as the manager said - I of course had to clean the hole out.
Now whilst I had strong feelings towards this hole. Strong enough to call them loving feelings. The smell that emanated from that hole had put me off for weeks. I'm sorry but a smelly hole just isn't going to cut the mustard on my toad in the hole. And so as I approached the hole and by the blood stains that were surrounding the hole itself I knew she had had over the past couple of weeks "other" gentlemen callers. All of whom had not worn protection and all of whom from what I could tell weren't used to fucking brick walls.
As I got closer the wall looked strange almost as though the surrounding area was crumbling and when I proded it with a stick a fair amount fell away. Showing quite a lot of the insides of the wall. I was shocked and I'm sure so was she. But something caught my attention. Something that looked like it was moving. As I prodded it further it seemed to shrink back up into the wall trying to stay safe and warm. I thought it was a rat or mouse or owl . . . something that could delve into walls, owls can do that right?
Anyway, about an hour or twos worth of digging I almost had it. But it always had gotten away from me. Until one hit with the hammer and the entire wall seemingly fell in upon itself exposing the outside world and the carpark on the other side. But, that wasn't all, standing before me covered in brick and what looked like month old semen was what can only be described as a half man, half wall hybrid of some sort.
As you can imagine I was shocked. The bitch told me she was on the pill!
Of course I murdered the child and buried the remains on a building site.
It was for the best.