Inanimate Insanity Oneshots!! (requests needed!!)

Testbrush (NSFW)

WARNING, THIS ONESHOT CONTAINS LESBIAN (WLNB) NSFW!!! IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE LEAVE NOW. ANYTHING FURTHER THAN THIS IS AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Requested by a friend of mine that is uncomfortable for me to tag them!!!

Also there's a lot of build up before the actual NSFW sorry :(

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Test Tube POV:

Just recently, my pay has been going down at my job at my local children's museum. Disappointing, but still, good to look for other jobs: right? I undressed myself, getting on a business website and scrolling through applications.

St. Lo Bakery, Expanded Excellence Cashier, both paid less than my current job, so I paid them no mind. But one odd, but alluring job came to me.

St. Lo Artistic History Class, Assistant Instructor.
$20 an hour + bonuses
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What? That much? To show people how to sketch? Not to flex or anything, but Im a pretty handyman when it comes to that. Knowing the acidic rates of each marker brand goes far, I suppose.
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DES: Urgent need of assistance at my local art museum classes !! If there are no other applications by tomorrow, I will hire whoever applied. No background checks, drug tests, etc. You'll get a message in the morning saying if you got it or not!!
Thank you, appliers!! - PB

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It was basically a free job. I had to take this; $20 an hour AND BONUSES?? I kicked my feet rapidly on my bed, squealing like a nail against chalkboard. I rushed the application, even skipping parts, and submitted it. Feeling eased from the stress of my previous job, I slouched down in my sports bra and boxers, pulling the blankets over me and drifting away...
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NEXT MORNING:

"BZZRT! BZZZRTTTTT!"

My phone buzzed in a quickly repeated manner, adjusting myself against the cool backboard of my bed. I squinted my eyes in the dark, scrambling to grasp my phone, reading the rapid-fired texts in a patient manner.

Hey!!!

HEYYYY!

HELLO???

YOU WERE- CHOSENNNNN !?!

PLEASE

please SHOW UP !!

YOURE HIRED!

HELLOOOOOOOO???
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I squeaked, getting up quickly and putting on my tightest blazer with a previously-ironed tie. I flailed around with my pants for a bit, but eventually got the leg-imprisoning khakis to fit. I didn't even have time to zip up my pants before I bounded out the door with my art supply suitcase. I quickly started the car and punched in the address for Lo's Art Museum. It was about 3 minutes away, so I could still technically make it on time if I booked it now-

I turned the key so hard that the car basically screeched at me.

Haha... funny.

Anyways- I zoomed away, since believe it or not: police don't give a shit if you're speeding when no one else is on the road. It didn't take me long to get there at my rate. I pulled out my suitcase, fixing my posture and heading for the front doors. 'Please- pleaseeee just be a good-' I stumbled in, looking in awe of the towering exhibits and overhead tunnels kids were just crawling up and down. It was beautiful here.