Bellsville College

Where Women Learn To Serve Men

Chapter 1 by coolusernamehuh coolusernamehuh

You woke up in your recliner; your laptop on your lap, crumbs on your shirt. By your count you'd been unemployed now for three months. Not an all time record for you, but certainly getting there.

Your name was John Doe. You were always someone who had a difficult time with life. No education beyond high school, no particular skills, and not attractive at all. This unfortunatel combination led to a life where jobs only lasted a few months, relationships were rare, and you always lived paycheck to paycheck.

It was fair to say that life hadn't turned out the way you expected it. As you gathered your senses and rose up from your chair your laptop fell on the ground. When you went to pick it back up something on the screen caught your eye:

"Job opportunity; immediate vacancy. Great pay, great benefits, housing provided"

It was an e-mail you received. Strangely, it seems to have gone directly to you. As soon as you opened the e-mail your cell phone rang. It was a number you didn't recognize. You answered it.

"Hello? I'm looking for John Doe." You answered that you were John Doe. "I just got a notification that you opened our e-mail! My name is Jane Manns from Bellsville College. I have an opportunity that I'd like to discuss with you. Are you interested?"

You informed her that you were. You were on your last few dollars, you were behind on your rent for months, and life was falling apart. You had to jump at any opportunity that was given to you.

Usually the interviewer would ask you some questions to vet you before an in-person interview. Jane said that the vacancy was so important that a phone interview wasn't necessary. She wanted to meet you in person in half an hour. You let her know that you would need a bit more time as you had just woken up. Your interview clothes needed to be prepared and you needed to gather your resume. Jane said that none of that was necessary. She just wanted you to meet her at Bellsville college as soon as possible.

You stuttered for a bit then agreed. This all seemed so strange; what did you have to lose by going? You quickly threw on some clean clothes then made your way to the college.

What Happens Next?

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