You are offered a new permanent position.

You wake up in the morning in a cold sweat. A night full of wet dreams turning into naughty nightmares as your subconscious processes the embarrassing erotic excess of the previous day. You realize with a painful pang of regret that your day will most likely match your dreams in depravity, if not exceed them.

You try to think of anything but your day ahead. You put on some of your old clothes knowing they will get ripped off you anyway. You eat a quick breakfast and curse yourself for wishing it tasted like throbbing cocks and sticky cum. You see no sign of Samantha and wonder what you will tell her when you have to sell the house and move into a cheap motel that will have to serve as a home office for your new lucrative role as a street walker. You push all those thoughts down and all the others berating you for going from breadwinner to broke, from stud to sissy, and from top of the food chain to bottom bitch bimboi. Or at least, you try to...

The drive to the worksite is a tormenting, traffic filled **** of every awful 'what if' and more awful 'what next'. You wish you had found the willpower not to sign your life's work and legacy away for a gruesome gangbang. You wish you had resisted your bimboi body's unnatural urges and hadn't sucked your most hated rival's hot rods. You wish you had been a little faster to the trailer on site...that you hadn't gone to work...hadn't let your dickgurl daughter dress you up...hadn't let her fuck you...hadn't sucked her clit...eaten her cum filled ass...transformed into a sissy slut...and on and on until you can't remember a decision you don't regret. Worst of all, you know that by this time tomorrow, you'll have even more regrets to add to the list and even less chance of changing your fate.

You have to park at the back of the lot as your space is now claimed by the new owners brand new Hummers. You don't have to wonder where they got the money, but you do wonder how long they can bleed the company dry before everyone is out of work. No one seems to mind the change of management, however. You see nothing but big smiles and bigger bulges as you make your way to your trailer, only to find it replaced by a new model that's three times the size and probably costs more than your house. It's enough to make you forget your place, and you pound on the door yelling, "What the fuck kind of idiots steal a company just to bankrupt it within a week?!"

Joe opens the door wearing a three piece suit that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe. He always had a hungry look about him, which you mistook for ambition. Now you realize too late that it was nothing more than naked greed and empty envy. He doesn't want to build his future like you did, he wants to steal it. Gone too is his barely convincing mask of politeness or loyalty.

He wears his contempt for you on his overpriced sleeve and his words drip with condescension as he sneers, "Well actually, we are in the black for the first time since you started this shitcan of a company. You see, it's easy to turn a profit when your family is on all the right licensing and contracting boards like mine is." You stand stunned and speechless. He must have been planning this from the day you hired him. You just gave him a headstart...and head.

John comes from nowhere and yanks you inside the trailer. He is wearing a suit just like Joe's but not as well tailored. You take a look at their new office. It is set up with imported rugs, a full bar with top shelf liquor, and an entertainment system playing graphic porn that makes your setup at home look like a victrola. Your look of bewilderment must be plastered on your face, because John lets out one of his patented caustic chuckles, "GAH HAH HAAAW! Don't you get it, sissy? You lived like a pauper and treated the peons like princes. You used materials that would last lifetimes instead of just up to the warranty. We have more than enough to live lavish lifestyles of the rich and fatuous, and we just had to cut all the employees benefits to do it!"

Your heart sinks. Not only have they stolen your company, they are turning it into the very thing you spent your life fighting. You wanted to prove you could make a profit and still do the right thing. In the end, the men that robbed you of everything weren't stronger or smarter than you...just crueler. Jack steps out from the back wearing a suit, but a much less flashy one than his co-owners. He is the only one that shows any remorse. He puts a heavy hand on your shoulder and says, "Don't look so sad, Mrs. Jenkins," showing you a modicum of respect despite robbing you blind and fucking you stupid the day before. "The crew has never been happier since we added the new incentive plan. They barely noticed when we announced all the other cut backs."

Jack points to the big screen and you notice that it's a live feed. And the graphic porno is your very own baby bimboi blowing the workers as they make their way to their stations. You know all too well that she doesn't need long to milk them dry. She's wearing a bright pink hard hat, a see through push up bra barely covered by a tiny denim half vest, a pair of jeans turned into assless daisy dukes, and steel toed work boots. You have to admire the dedication to safety, even if it is only ironic. You want to curse them out, cut their dicks off and shove them up their asses, and then maybe keep their dicks for later...but instead you keep quiet, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Joe seems all too eager to drop it. "I see you've noticed our new head of employee satisfaction. She's earning room and board in your old trailer...conveniently located near the dumpsters." You close your eyes and feel the ground fall beneath your feet. You hurtle down, down, down to the furthest reaches of Hell. You can feel the flames lick your face. When you open your eyes you are surrounded by three demons smiling diabolically. "But don't worry your stupid little head. The position of assistant sissy **** is still open. Do you have any references?"

You want to **** him with your bare hands. You want to rip his head off and beat the other two to **** with it. You feel angry enough to do it too. But that won't help your daughter or keep you off the streets. Maybe if you take the job, you can find a way to pay these pricks back...