Get a Job

You figured you may as well get a part time job to keep up appearances. You apply for a few jobs online and quickly here back from a local department store. They had called you in for an interview on the same day so you quickly scrambled to get your make up done and get dressed. You went for a natural, yet sultry look with dark smoky eyes. You chose to wear a maroon lacy thong and matching push-up bra to match your fall theme. You threw on a thin dress, that barely went down to cover your ass cheeks, and a dark orange flower print, and rushed out the door and to your appointment.

You walked into the store and quickly asked the closet employee where the manager’s office was. She pointed you towards a section of darks in the back corner of the store and went on her way. A quick scan of the store and it was obvious that all the employees were women.

You crossed the store quickly and found the door labeled “MANAGER”, before you knocked. You heard some shuffling behind the door and then loud footsteps, before a large man opened the door. He stood only about 5’ 8, but he was round around the stomach, and took up a lot of space where he walked. He looked in his mid 40s, but much more weathered with stress. He had a stubby goatee that was greying in patches and was balding at the top of his head.

He looked you up and down, paying particular attention to your breasts, before looking up and greeting you.

“Well, hello the honey! My name’s Steve, how can I help you?” He asked with a creepy smile growing on his face.

“Umm… I’m here about the job interview?”

“Ahaha oh yes, of course! Come on in!” He boomed opening the door, letting you step into his office. Inside was cramped, but it allowed enough for a desk and a couch, so it wasn’t the worst. Steve followed you in and locked the door as he headed to his desk and sat down.

“Take a seat. Why don’t you tell me your name?” He said gesturing for you to take a seat.

“Hi, my name’s Sam,” you said as you pulled up a seat and shook his hand.

The rest of the conversation went as a regular job interview would. He asked mundane questions, and you gave mundane answers, until it looked like he grew tired of the game.

“Well Sam, it looks like everything checks out… except there is one thing,” he whispered as his hands disappeared underneath his desk.

“What is it Steve,” you naively asked.

“Well you see, there are certain extra responsibilities that come with the job that you’d have to take care of. It’s a good paying job, with flexible hours; you won’t find another like it. Would you be up for it?”

“What other responsibilities?”

He stood up and walked around his desk till he stood in front of you, revealing his six-inch boner. He hadn’t shaved in a while, so his pubes were long and tangled, and his dick smelled like he hadn’t washed it either.

“Well for starters, I’d need you to undress and take care of this!”