They want an explanation

After getting dressed and trying to fix your make up, you rush into the diner, finding the chef waiting there for you.

You're late, he says while offering you a seat in front of him. Care for an explanation?

You try to find a plausible excuse and tell him something about traffic as he shuts you up by hitting the table with his fist. Come on cut the crap, you still have cum in your hair. You couldn't control yourself and fucked someone on the way here right? He grins at you.

You blush. I guess there's no point lying to you, you tell him and look out of the window. Yes, I actually got fucked in that alley down there and even though I told them I had an interview coming up, they came on my face and tits and apparently also messed up my hair, as you noticed. Worst thing is they did not even make me cum. You hold your mouth closed with one and since that's probably not what you are supposed to be talking about in an job interview.

He looks at you and checks out the cum in your hair. You told me on the phone that you really needed this job, so I am going to make you an offer. I'll hire you, but I do not like people who are late, so I will punish you for that. I take you back to the kitchen and in about an hour or two you have the job. If you are interested I will tell you more, otherwise you can go back into that ally and get fucked again.

Deal?