Gloria's Job Offer

Cynthia changed into an outfit she considered "business-like" and drove downtown -- it wasn't very far, but Cynthia was not one to walk when she could drive -- and parked near Bob's offices. 'Gloria's offices now,' she corrected herself mentally.

She walked into the foyer and checked her watch. Five minutes late. 'No big deal,' she thought.

A young, trim woman with long, bright blue hair , an eyebrow piercing, and a septum ring sat behind the desk. "I'm here to see Gloria," announced Cynthia.

The girl actually had the nerve to laugh. "Can't see how that would work right now," she said cryptically. Then she looked at some papers on her desk and said, "You're late. But have a seat anyway while I get Cheryl." Cynthia noted with disdain that the rude receptionist didn't offer her coffee or anything, and instead just looked away and immediately started making a phone call on the handset on her desk.

After twenty minutes -- Cynthia tapped her foot impatiently -- another young woman emerged from the back. She had a pixie haircut and was thin and flat-chested. She walked directly to Cynthia and announced, "I'm Cheryl -- Gloria's assistant, among other things. Gloria's last appointment ran over a little, but she's ready to see you now. Follow me."

Cynthia had to rush to get to the door before Cheryl went through it. 'Another rude employee,' she thought. 'Something I can fix once I'm here for a while.'

Cheryl led her back through the open-plan office, where the employees -- 'drones', she thought -- worked at their desks. A kitchenette was along the back wall of the floor, and in the corner was the only private office. Just outside the office was Cheryl's desk, and between the office and the kitchenette was a door leading to what Cynthia assumed was a supply closet of some kind. It hardly seemed big enough for any other use.

Cheryl walked ahead of her into Gloria's office. Gloria was nowhere to be seen, but Cheryl gestured toward a chair, and Cynthia sat down. Cheryl sat toward one side of the large desk that dominated the room.

After a minute, a door behind the desk, that Cynthia hadn't noticed opened, and Gloria walked through. 'Where could that go?' thought Cynthia. She caught a glimpse of pink walls through the door, but then Gloria shut it, turned, and sat down.

She looked tiny behind the enormous desk. 'A desk for George's personality,' thought Cynthia.

Gloria looked over at Cheryl. "Long one today," she said.

Cheryl just laughed. "Yeah, boss," she said. "I know how you feel. Can I get you something?"

"Just a Perrier." Cheryl got up and left, and Gloria finally turned to Cynthia. "Hi Cynthia. What's up? Cheryl said you requested a meeting, and I have to say, I was really surprised."

Cynthia sat up straighter. A lot was riding on this, for her. She couldn't face trying to find a job the normal way, filling out applications like, well, poor people. She took a breath.

Just as she was about to talk, Cheryl came back in, carrying a bottle of Perrier, which she opened and handed to Gloria. Cynthia noticed that Cheryl hadn't offered her anything. Then, to Cynthia's annoyance, Cheryl sat down again. She was half tempted to ask her to leave.

Instead she just said, "Well, Gloria, I have a favor to ask. I'm pretty embarrassed to do this, but, well... I need a job. And I was wondering if you had anything available. You know things didn't go so well with Gerald in the divorce..." she kicked herself. She hadn't meant to bring that up.

Cheryl said, "Sorry, Gloria. I had no idea..."

Gloria waved her off. "It's ok Cheryl. I would have agreed anyway, my time isn't that precious." Then she turned to Cynthia. "Cynthia, I'd love to help you out, but I don't think I can. Our industry is on razor-thin margins right now, we're having to do all kinds of outlandish things to retain our best employees, and we've already had to make some people double up on responsibilities to save money. I'm not sure we even have anything right now..." Here she turned to look at Cheryl.

"Tanya's job, that's all," she said.

"Well, what did Tanya do?" asked Cynthia. "I could take her job. I hate to say it, Gloria, but I'm ****."

Cheryl shook her head in the negative and Gloria said, "Yeah, I wish Tanya hadn't left. But I don't think this would be a good fit for you, Cynthia. It's pretty different from..."

Cynthia interrupted her. "I can at least try! What does Tanya do here?"

Gloria gave her a direct, appraising look. "It's a bit delicate," she said. "First, in this business, the employees are divided into the workers and the support staff. You saw the workers out on the floor -- they are on the ones bringing in money, we need them to keep the business going. Anyone else, like Cheryl here -- or even me -- is support staff. You with me so far?"

"Yes..." said Cynthia. She wondered where this was going.

"Support is a cost, not income, so we all have to do multiple tasks. Cheryl here is my personal assistant, but does all HR tasks and sometimes even is the receptionist if needed. Dorothy out there" -- Cynthia guessed she meant the blue-haired woman -- "mostly does reception but also does some filing, some shipping, and some light IT work, like setting up new computers and rebooting the wireless, that kind of thing."

"This sounds fine," said Cynthia. "I don't know about computers but I can learn..."

Gloria held up a finger to cut her off. "I'm not done. The other thing the support staff does is ensure employee retention. We all pitch in to keep the working staff happy. Some of this is simple -- if someone wants a coffee, or needs their dry-cleaning picked up, we do it. And yes, even I do it. I make coffee every morning and greet people as they come in, I believe in leading by example. But... well, there's no delicate way to put this, Cynthia, but we also have an office glory hole, and all support staff have to work in it."

Cynthia sat back. "What?"

"You heard me. The glory hole is right there" -- Gloria waved at the door she'd just emerged from -- "and each of us does at least one hour a week. Tanya, though, was the regular and worked the glory hole one hour every morning, and picked up all the empty afternoon times as well."

Cynthia connected the dots. "So while I was waiting in the lobby, you were..."

"Sucking cock, yes. And doing a damn good job of it, I must say. If you want to work here, Cynthia, you will have to take pride in your work."

"My work... as a whore." Cynthia crossed her arms.

Gloria actually rolled her eyes. "Yes, I don't think this is right for you. I'm sorry, Cynthia," here she started to stand up.

Cynthia started to panic a little. She remembered her situation and her dire need for money. 'Maybe I can just do it for a little while,' she thought. "Wait!" she blurted. "Maybe I can do it. I mean, you do it... right?"

Gloria sat back down. "Yes, that's right. And while it's true that some of your duties would be sexual, I encourage you to think of it as being an employee retention specialist -- not a whore."

Cheryl laughed. "Tell her about the other stuff," she said.

Gloria tilted her head. "Plenty of time for that during orientation, but let's just say that we're fairly open here, and you will have to tolerate some sexual behaviors that aren't the industry norm. No intercourse, though, so you don't have to worry about that. Now, should we do the interview?"

Cynthia was puzzled. "I thought..."

"Oh, no, we like to have a live audition. If you want the job, we'd like you to disrobe, and then spend a few minutes in the glory hole. That way we can see what we're getting." Gloria sat still and looked expectantly at Cynthia.

"You mean... right here? Right now? With Cheryl here?"

"Yes." Gloria kept waiting, her face neutral. "Cynthia, look. I am willing to give you a chance here, but you have to do your part. Otherwise, I heard Dorothy's roommate is looking for a job, and Dorothy is already a stellar employee. Or maybe the three of us will just cover Tanya's shifts and we'll save some money."

Cynthia sighed, then stood up and started unbuttoning her shirt. She took it off and laid it carefully over the back of the chair, then unzipped her grey skirt and stepped out of it. Next she reached behind her back and undid her bra, sliding it off in a smooth motion and putting it on the chair.

"Nice tits," observed Cheryl.

Cynthia had always been proud of her breasts. She thought they were one of her better attributes and, probably, had been one of the reasons Gerald had been interested in her. Still, she didn't like being talked about this way.

She paused. "How naked?" she asked.

Cheryl spoke. "Panties off, shoes and jewelry are ok if you want."

Cynthia shrugged and stepped out of her flats, then hooked her thumbs into her waistline and pulled her panties off, leaving them on the chair as well.

"Spin around," said Cheryl.

Blushing a little, and feeling like nothing more than a sex object, Cynthia slowly pirouetted while Cheryl intently examined her body.

"Ok," said Cheryl.

"Thanks, Cheryl," said Gloria. "Cynthia, if you'll come into the booth? Cheryl, please go find some volunteers."

Cheryl left the room and Cynthia, fully nude, followed Gloria to the back door to the office. Beyond the door she found a small room, entirely painted pink. It was much nicer than she thought it would be, not sleazy or disgusting at all. A crystal chandelier hung in the room, and there was a small sink and hangars and hooks for clothes. At one end of the room was a padded stool and a chair, near a way with a conspicuous hole.

"You can sit or kneel," explained Gloria, "Whatever you like. Now, full disclosure, we tape all sessions and they are available behind the corporate firewall. The house rules here, in brief, are that you should welcome the... well, cock, then of course suck. Swallowing is a must and then you should say some kind of good-bye. Today, Cheryl and I will be watching and grading on attitude and skill. I'm sorry about that, but it's important for this job."

Gloria stepped out through the door, and it closed with a quiet click. Cynthia was in the glory hole booth alone.