At a job interview

"Oh yeah. We like your application for our tech organization, but we really don't have a paying job at this period." The Andrew Garfield look a like stare across at me. The uber stunning young rich glasses wearing, silicon valley millionaire peeks around my application papers. "We do have a custodian job if you'll like to wait for a position to open up."

I require a job at the moment as my uncle, who allows me to live with him, been wanting to turn my room into a home gym. He told me earlier in the day that he has assigned me two months to get a career and a place to live. My uncle, Jasper Thompson, is a grizzly bearded, slightly over weight electrician who loves hopping into different hobbies.

"Well, I guess... Mm.. Give me a few days, I will provide you with an answer."

...

"Man, you shot right into that... What was her name?" Ask Devin, my bronze beefy stud of a friend.

"Monica." I said.

"Yeah that bitch. She said you erupted in her hand. Damn man. That fucking straight comedy. That shit is like.. Like standup material type of shit." He pause laughing as we chat in our ps5 party. GTA 5 going on in the background, as he reply. "And you said, that she wants to meet up for a date this Wednesday.... Yeah bitch is crazy or maybe one of the most perfect understanding girl ever. Either way bro, fuck her once and never call the bitch again."

"Fuck off man. You and I both know, I am not like that. You seen me at that party on Saturday. I was fucked up and still couldn't accomplish to lose this v card. I hope me and Monica can to know one each other on a deeper..."

"Shut the f up man. Let's just rob this fucking bank..."

...

I lay in bed as I get a nude picture of the girl from Saturday. A nice immaculate picture of Monica on her knees, perky tits out, shaven vagina shown, and her lips pouty in a submissive pose. My cock harden at her large soft mounds of flesh. Her pink suckable nipples make me wishes she was here to bury my face in her chest. I stroke as she sent a text.

"Oh sorry this wasn't meant for you."

My heart beats faster than superman reversing time as she follow up the text with a laughing emoji. "Haha. Sorry I'm just kidding. I bet your so mad right now."

"Oh no. I was just feeling a little uneasy." I text back.

She sent another picture. This one, her playful jiggly tits is hidden in a black latex crop top. A pair of jeans clings tightly to her voluptuous curves as she stood up with the camera position pointing upwards. A paddle in her palm laying against her head crushing thighs. Her cute face contorts into a powerful leering expression.

"Haha. Uneasy in a good way right. Made your puny buddy positively happy though. So which picture you like more."