Make Jill quit her job

Kyle noticed Jill's phone by the computer. He picked it up and started scrolling through the contacts.

There were lots of interesting numbers in there: a couple of ex-boyfriends, Jill's brother, her thesis adviser, several professors, her boss, her best friend, some coworkers, and a bunch whose names he didn't recognize.

He picked up a piece of paper to write on and called Jill over. She was still carrying the scissors she had used to cut up her bras, panties, and blouses. He took those from her and handed her the phone.

"Call your boss and tell him you are quitting. Read what's on the paper."

Jill teared up. She'd had the office job for five years. It paid well and let her pay for her studies. Still, her fingers still dialed the number.

"Mr. Winston, this is Julie. I won't be coming in again. I've started fucking men for money. That's right, I'm a whore. It pays really well. I love it when strange men fuck me and fill my whore parts with hot cum. I don't need your crummy office..."

Jill looked at Kyle. "He hung up."

"That's a good girl," Kyle grinned. "Come on, put on that pink tube top and black miniskirt you wore for Halloween once. We are going for a drive."