Jeff was speechless as he sat in the chair across from his boss. Fired? He thought everything had been going fine. Sure, he was late a few times. Okay, maybe he had missed a few too many days after a long night of partying. But fired? Well, he thought as he packed his few personal items, fuck them. This was a bullshit job anyway. He would get a better one w...
Have you ever had a job interview that really made you overly nervous? A job that you weren't even sure was meant for you, maybe even seemed out of character for you? Well that is the position I was last week. I had a run of really bad luck lately and as a result I was looking at losing not only my car, but also my house. So, I needed money coming in fast...
Chapter 3: The Hunger Nancy was "riding the hairbrush." That's what she called it. She was lying on her bed, naked, on her back. Her feet were flat on the sheets, with her knees up and spread wide. Her right hand was holding on to the bristles of her plastic hair brush, with the round, ridged handled jammed deep into her pussy. She needed the stimulation t...
You are roused from your tangled blankets at the crack of noon by the loud bang of your mother finally slamming your bedroom door open. You mutter something about five more minutes and she roughly yanks off your blanket. The cold rush of the air-conditioned air over your naked body reminds you that you are not wearing any pajamas. “Jake!” Your mother snaps,...
Chapter 2: The Quickening Nancy got home from the store, and climbed the three flights of stairs to her apartment, carrying her groceries. She let herself in the door, put down her food, and hung the catcher's mitt in the front window. In addition to being a college student, Nancy was a hand job slut. She gave hand jobs for twenty dollars. Most Friday and...
Part 3 of the story about the work experience girl with us at the moment. ---------------------------------------------- "What does a girl have to do to get a job round here?" I couldn't believe I was really going to do this, but here I was. I didn't have a lot of choice when I came to it – I needed the money that this job would pay – needed it badly. "...
Eric was looking down at his best friend Jordan, all five foot six of him. His friend’s piercing blue eyes stood out from his long black hair looked greasy and unwashed mostly due to him wearing eyeliner. That and his old Metallica shirt and baggy pants. They were having another argument about money, just like they seemed to be having weekly now. Eric sighed...
This is a true story. All the names have been changed except for China - The names they gave me were probably fake anyway... This is written in my conversational style, because that is what I am trying to replicate. I have been planning this return trip to China for a number of months. I have been wondering if I wanted to contact Amy, the woman who service...
The day started like any other day Jane woke up, showered, dressed and went to work. During the morning she noticed there was a handful of new employees walking around the office. She had noticed that it seemed like the women all wore tight pencil skirts which showed off there asses and they were so short that if they bend over anyone near by would surely ha...
The text from Mr Smith read "Meet me at 6 in the bar of the hotel opposite our offices. I'd like to discuss the results of the interview." Did that mean he was offering her the job? Surely the formal job offer would be in his office? She and two others had been interviewed for the job as Mr Smith's PA. One if them wasn't a strong candidate but the other, an...