When Hope lost her job, she applied for unemployment benefits, but she found that the process was stricter than she had realised.
In order to claim her benefits, she had to register with an employment agency, and show that she was seriously looking for work by attending five job interviews a week in good faith.
If any potential employer reported that Hope didn’t turn up – or that she didn’t appear to seriously want the job – then Hope would have her benefits terminated, with no right of appeal or recourse. She’d be left destitute, homeless, on the street.
Hope told the employment agency that she felt she’d be a good fit in a secretarial position, or possibly working in retail.
However, her case manager took one look at her pretty face, her large tits, and her shy, insecure desperation, and told her that he could only find her interviews with brothels, porn studios and strip clubs.
Hope was horrified – but her manager gave her a slate of five interviews to attend, and warned her that benefits would be cut off if she didn’t attend and make her best effort to win the job.
And so Hope found herself dressing in her sexiest clothes and going from interview to interview. The interviewer was always a man – her case manager had seen to that – and they always wanted to see Hope’s tits, and sometimes her pussy as well.
Hope would strip, and stand there, humiliated, as she was instructed to bend over, cup her breasts, and jiggle. Sometimes photographs would be taken.
And then, inevitably, the man would want to see Hope’s skill giving a lapdance, or a handjob, or even a blowjob, and Hope would blush bright red as she ground her naked ass against the interviewer’s groin, or pumped his cock, or sucked on it. And it would end with the interviewer ejaculating into her mouth (if she was lucky) or over her face and hair and tits (if she was unlucky).
And despite everything, Hope still didn’t ever seem to actually get the job.
Her case manager eventually told her that she wasn’t trying hard enough. “I don’t think you’re serious about these jobs, Hope,” he told her. “And you know what that means for your benefits.”
Hope became desperate, pleading that she *was* serious, and she was trying her best. She even offered to suck her case manager’s cock, and he grudgingly allowed her to.
“But if you were *really* serious, Hope,” he said finally, after discharging his load down her throat, “you’d be offering these men your cunt. And better yet, your fertile, unprotected cunt. I can’t help but feel that taking birth control is your way of trying to avoid having to actually take a job.”
“What do you mean?” asked Hope, horrified at the thought of unprotected vaginal sex with strange men.
“Well, clearly every man likes to fuck an unprotected cunt, if there’s no consequences for him in doing so,” said her manager. “So that’s something you’re holding back. And, look, if you do get pregnant – well, then you get maternity benefits for the next nine months. And that’s a higher rate than unemployment, and you won’t have to go for interviews anymore.”
Hope didn’t want to, but her manager made it clear that unless she started letting employers potentially impregnate her, she would be cut off from benefits.
So Hope began shyly asking at each interview if the man who was interviewing her would like to rape her cunt – and it turned out that most of them did, very much, want to do that.
In the end, it was inevitable that Hope would fall pregnant. She had no idea who the father was – and she got her positive pregnancy test in the same week that she finally, unexpectedly had a job offer, from the last brothel she had applied to.
“I can’t take the job,” she said. “I’m pregnant now.”
“Oh, the brothel doesn’t care,” said her manager. “They’ll take you anyway. If you’re employed, you don’t get maternity benefits, of course, but you *will* have a job.”
“But… that brothel is horrible,” said Hope. “I’ve heard about them. They make girls live on premises, and sleep in cages, and go naked all the time. They let customers do whatever they want to the girls – hurt them – and the girls can’t say no. Men go there when they want to torture a girl and make her cry…”
“I’m aware of that,” said her manager. “That’s part of why they want you. Lactating breasts get more sensitive, and it’s easier to hurt them. But you can’t say no, Hope. Otherwise it will show that you never intended to take the job you applied for – and that’s fraud. You’ll have to pay back all your unemployment benefits so far – tens of thousands of dollars…”
Hope went pale. She couldn’t do that. She didn’t have that money.
“Why don’t you come over here and let me fuck your cunt while you think about it, Hope?” said her case manager.
There wasn’t really much to think about, but Hope fucked her case manager dutifully one last time, sitting on his lap and pressing her newly-pregnant tits against his face while bouncing on his hard cock.
And afterwards she accepted the job officer, and set out to report for her new life as a caged whore.
The job paid minimum wage, of course – and the brothel charged her more per week for her “accommodation” in the cage than they paid Hope in wages, so she was soon in debt to them, and getting deeper every week. It didn’t take Hope long to realise that they owned her now, as surely as they owned the cage she slept in and the dog bowl she ate her meals from.
But a job was a job, she supposed. And at least she wasn’t unemployed anymore…
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