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"I've been shot." was the first thing I thought when I woke up. I couldn't move, and I was certain someone had put a gun to my head and shot me at least twice. The faint red glow that permeated my vision through my eyelids meant my hair was on fire. Slowly, agonizingly, my eyes parted. I scanned the room, trying to find my attacker. It was sitting empty in the overturned trash bin, the last swig of whiskey staining the floor next to the dusty mirror and what was left of the coke.

"Jesus fucking Christ...." I said, turning over in the bed and wrapping my pillow around it to keep out the light and sound.

"Hi!" a pretty young brunette said cheerfully from the chair I'd facefucked someone on last night.

"Ahh!" I reacted, sending a wave of pain through my skull. She giggled as my woefully sore body got tangled up in the sheets. I finally recognized her. "What..." was as far into my question as I got before she handed me an orange juice and three extra strength Tylenol. I took the pills, popped them, swallowed, and downed half of the OJ.

"Congratulations. you've been selected for an interview." she said. I looked at her with bloodshot eyes as if she were a mirage. She was wearing a tight black business skirt and white blouse with a form fitting black jacket, tasteful pantyhose, and expensive shoes. Her hair was done up so most of it was in a ponytail apart from her bangs. Was this really the chick I'd fucked the night before?

"Wait, what interview?" I asked, my skull pounding. She grinned what I can only describe as a fake corporate grin rather than the wicked smile from last night. I collapsed back onto the bed. The coke had clearly driven me insane. She took a patient breath, and extended a business card. I took it, knowing full well I couldn't open my blurry eyes enough to read it. She put on the annoyingly cheerful tone of an HR professional.

"We feel that your skills would greatly benefit us at Black Keep Incorporated. We have a great benefits package, free health screenings, paid time off, and...." was what she got out before I cut her off.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Wasn't I just fucking you like three hours ago?" I asked, scooting up so my back rested against the headboard. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I said as I rubbed my eyes. She took another patient breath as if she were explaining something to a child.

"Yes, that's true, and if you choose to join our company I'd be happy to repeat the incentives package demonstration. Now, I don't want to sound too pushy, but my associates interviewed a number of prospective associates after the competition last night and some are QUITE promising. Take the card, and if you decide you have what it takes to join our team, we'd love to have you out at the home office for an full interview. Here." she said, reaching into her clutch and producing an envelope. "All expenses paid whether you get the position or not."

I took the envelope, looked at it, looked at her, and set it on the nightstand next to the Gideon Bible, which I had apparently torn a page of Psalms out of to snort coke with. That one's not going to do me any favors at the Pearly Gates, I thought. "Furthermore..." she said before I held my hand up to cut her off. She smiled a fake smile, and continued. "Furthermore the offer is only good through the weekend, so think it over, but don't OVERthink it!" she said with a fake chuckle. If she was trying to get to a state of mind where I hate-fucked her into oblivion again, she was succeeding tremendously well.

I sighed, slid my legs out from under the covers, and stood up. My head was throbbing as my muscled nude form shambled over to the corner. I reached down, wincing as the blood pressure made my headache pulse, retrieved her leash and collar, and went to stand beside her. I held it out in front of her. Her veneer broke. She bit her lip and stared at it longingly, then at my cock. She let a longing sigh escape her lips. I grinned, and handed it to her.

"I'll get back to you." I said. She took another frustrated breath as the spell was broken and put the collar and leash in her clutch. I stood by the edge of the bed, sipping the OJ as she stood up, her perfect ass hugged by the tight black skirt. She walked to the door, looked back over her shoulder at my nude body and the cock dangling between my legs, smiled, and left.

I collapsed back onto the bed. "What the fuck was that all about?" I asked. I sighed deeply and stared at the stained ceiling. Finally, my eyes fell on the envelope. I opened it to see ten crisp $100 bills and a plane ticket for a private flight out of St Paul. My brain tried to piece it all together, but I'd treated it rather poorly last night and it just wanted more rest.

I dreamt about her all night, and whether I wanted to admit or not; had already made up my mind.

"Fuck you, Sven." I thought, and slept off the rest of the poison in my system.