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Chapter 10 by coco00 coco00

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job interview

“Here are the terms,” his mother said to K-T.

“1—We’ll look into the details of this job offer and see if you can get hired.”

“2—I’m giving you three months to improve your grades so you can graduate from high school.”

“3—If you get this job, you’ll have to contribute to the household expenses.”

“4- If you don’t manage to get your high school diploma, you’ll go live with your grandmother indefinitely.”

With no other choice, K-T accepted the conditions.

The family ran into the manager; the mother spoke up alongside her son and asked if the offer was still available for him. The manager replied that it was.

The manager didn’t seem surprised by K-T’s appearance—his rosy cheeks and body covered in a light layer of sweat. This new situation, a mix of desire and humiliation, continued to stimulate his thick erect cock, thick strands of seminal fluid leaking from it.

His mother asked when he could start, and the manager outlined the job offer.

“The job involves working independently to enter new items arriving at the warehouse into our database, then printing a price tag using the delivery slip.”

“He’ll also need to cover all items on sale at the start of his shift to keep them from gathering dust.”

The manager asked K-T directly if he was comfortable with computers, since that would be his main work tool. K-T replied that he was comfortable with computers and that it wasn’t a problem.

The conversation dragged on a bit, a small visible puddle of pre-cum forming at K-T’s feet.

“Great!” replied the manager, who continued the job presentation.

“The work will be done only on Wednesdays and Thursdays from 6:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m., paid $330 a month, paid every two weeks in cash, and you’ll have a badge to get in.”

“There’s also a small room with a microwave, a fridge, and a restroom, as well as a first-aid kit.”

“You’ll need to bring your own safety shoes and a pair of gloves suitable for handling materials.”

The manager concluded, “I’ll just need an email address to send you the contract with an electronic signature, which you’ll need to sign and return to me by Wednesday. I’ll be expecting you this Wednesday at 6 p.m.”

K-T gave him his email address, shook the manager’s hand, and left the warehouse.

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