The bottling plant

Anna decided that she would just apply for a job at the less classy establishment, selling her cum to be distributed. Hilariously, she learned that despite the new rules, sexual harassment laws still meant that while they could ask for her penis length, they couldn't actually ask to see it.

She sent in her application, and then realized that she would have to wait for them to look at it. She typed into her phone, "Job applications are generally approved or denied within one minute."

Around ten seconds later, she received an email, telling her that she had been hired. The email also said that she could come in that very afternoon, just for some training and orientation.

She put on a more professional, but cute, outfit, and went on her way. She half expected the address to take her to some seedy building, but instead it looked like an ordinary, or even high class, office building. The receptionist was a young woman with short pink hair. When she saw Anna, she spit her gum into its rapper, certain that nobody had ever noticed.

"Hello, I'm here for a job." Anna told her.

"Let me see, um..." she looked on her computer. "Oh, on the fifth floor? You should ask for... Leisha." she seemed to know who Leisha was.

"Thanks." Anna said, and she walked over to the elevator, and rode it up to the fifth floor.

All of the office doors were closed, and she could hear muffled moans of the occupants from some of them. Eventually she got to Leisha's door, number 535, and knocked.

"Give me a second!" a voice called out.

A little later, the door popped open, and a woman with a head of curly black hair stood before her. Her shirt was untucked, and she seemed to have just gotten dressed. "Anna, right?"

"Yes."

"Good, come in."

She went in, and Leisha closed the door behind her. "I'm honestly a little surprised, I expected you to not come in until tomorrow." she said, "But, I did look over your file." Leisha smiled, "four inches? We all exaggerate, but really, Anna, that's a little far, don't you think?"