Holly

Holly sat in the little waiting area and watched the clock. She had arrived at least ten minutes early for the job interview and was nervous. Money was getting tight. Her husband had been laid off nearly two months earlier and hadn't found anything yet, so this receptionist gig would be just what she needed to make the rent. She wasn't completely **** yet, but she didn't want to rely on going cap-in-hand to her parents so she was really keen for this interview to go well.

She looked at the clock again to find that only 30 more seconds had gone past. She wished this was over and she could relax. When was the boss of this place going to show anyway? She felt like she had been waiting ages. She shifted restlessly in the cheap plastic seat in front of the old wooden desk, and saw a little pile of resumes in the in-tray. Her heart sank a little and she wondered how hers compared with the others. She didn't have anything special in terms of skills or experience to offer. She hoped her smile and personality would carry her through. Holly still somehow had to **** herself not to get up and rummage through the pile of resumes. Those bitches she thought. Why I bet they'd suck the boss off to get this job. Then gasped at herself for thinking such a thought. This was rapidly followed in her head by images of a different girl for each of those resumes, some lying back on the desk being plowed, others crouched under the desk, sucking off the boss as he sat in his dark leather chair behind it,

Holly's head was in a spin. No matter how much she tried to banish them, the images of all those other girls sucking and fucking their way to get this job ahead of her kept returning.

The next thing that occurred to her was, would she? If someone said to her, you could have the job, but all those other girls would suck a dick for it, would she do that too? She was scandalized. But, she realized after a minute, her heart racing, she hadn't exactly screamed no in her head. Thoughts of going down on the cock of the guy who was about to interview her now flooded through her mind. She began to imagine the taste and feel of it on her tongue, the plum filling her mouth and somehow it felt right. Of course she should. If that was what it took to get this job she would absolutely suck his dick, Why had she even bothered pretending she wouldn't. She should have written it on her resume. She wondered if she might find it and stood up and glanced at the pile. As luck would have it, hers was on top. She recognized the layout. Hastily she grabbed it and started writing neatly in the margin.

I will provide all necessary services, and am keen to suck dick whenever possible.

She stepped back and smiled, glad to have that corrected then placed it back on the pile with a sense of relief.