Her Next Job

I got up Monday wondering what the hell Natalie was going to do since she fucked up (Or should that be fucked herself out of) her last job. Natalie’s bedroom was still closed, there was just a hint of light coming from the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor. There was also a hint of a boy band coming from the crack. So either Natalie was still in bed or she left already, leaving her room in such a way that I wouldn’t open the door to check on her.

Going into the kitchen, I got a couple pieces of toast and a bowl of “Shreddies”. Before sitting down to eat, I went into the living room to get a piece of paper and something to write with. As I sat eating I wrote a note to Natalie.

          Natalie:
             Dress when you’re in the house and try to find a job!”

I taped it to the door of the bathroom, thinking that if nothing else she would have to piss so she should find my note. I went to work, which seemed funny that I wouldn’t see Mr. Bronson anymore, but then it wasn’t me who fucked themself out a job. As I got there I walked by the office and saw the IT guys working on a vent across from where Natalie worked. Must be removing their spy camera, I wonder if they have been disciplined for their part in the fiasco?

As it was, the rest of the day went by with nothing unusual happening. I got home by six and found Natalie sitting on the couch smiling ear to ear. I would have asked her why but she opened her mouth and took control.

“I found your not and as you can see I’m dressed like you told me to be. But the most important thing is that I got a new Job from my friend Nancy who is running catering services for group functions and she hired me to act as a server for an upcoming event where I’ll be paid by tips from the people I serve!”

I kept quiet about her new job, but in my mind I wondered, So how will you fuck up this job!

“That’s nice! When do you start?”

“Friday night, well actually Thursday when I’ll help load the refrigerator with already made food and make sure the room is clean!”

That was all Natalie said to me about the job, so I went the rest of the week in the dark about details of the job. Only on Friday night did i get to know anything about the job and that was when I got a message on my phone from some guy naked Desmond with photo attachments.

I opened the first and there was Natalie dressed in a white blouse, black skirt and black thigh high stocking coming towards five black men with a tray in her hands.

The only thing that came to my mind, Oh Christ why do I see this ending with Natalie covered in cum?