After three months of job-hunting, Michelle was still unemployed.
She complained to her friend Tom about it, over drinks at a bar. He offered to “help her” – but the grin on his face made her nervous about that help.
Michelle’s instincts were good – but her ability to handle her booze was not, and after a few more drinks she was more receptive to his ideas.
“I’ll make you a bet,” he said. “I tell you what I think you should do to get a job, and you have to do it, and if you get offered a job, you have to accept. And if my help means you get a job within two weeks, then you have to do unpaid work for me on Saturdays for the rest of the year.”
“You’re on,” said Michelle, in a drunken slur. It was worth it to get a job, right?
She felt less confident when he took her back to his apartment, still drunk, and told her what she needed to do.
If she’d been sober, she never would have done it. In fact, she tried to object, but Tom was insistent. She’d made a bet, he said, and now she had to honour it.
And so she let him undress her. And then she giggled as he took out his cock, and began to stroke it. And when he put her hand on his cock, and got her to masturbate him, with his dick aimed at her face, she complied.
Soon Tom was cumming. His semen spattered over her face and exposed tits, making her flinch.
And when she was covered with his cum, Tom took a photograph of her. It was a very slutty photograph, showing his cum dripping from her face onto her naked breasts.
“There you go,” he said. “Put that in your job applications. And if you get asked questions about it, just giggle, and don’t say anything else. You’ll have a job within a fortnight.”
In the morning, when she was sober, she called Tom and said that she had no intention of doing any such thing.
“Well, okay,” said Tom. “But if you’re going to welch on your bet, then I guess it will be me who decides who gets to see that photo. It’s only fair. I think our friends would love to see it. Or your parents, maybe?”
And so Michelle found herself, blushing, adding a copy of the photo to each of her job applications. And then she would turn up to each interview, and look the interview panel in the eyes, knowing that they had all seen a photo of her nude and covered in cum – and that they had asked her for an interview anyway.
Most of these panels consisted entirely of men. And if they asked her about the photo, she just giggled.
She got a job offer at the end of the first week.
“We don’t think you’re suitable for the position you applied for,” they told her. “But you would be qualified for a position as a personal assistant to the office manager. You would, of course, be required to offer him any… personal assistance he may require.”
Michelle knew what this meant. She knew she was being hired to dress like a bimbo, and suck her boss’ cock.
Tom had told her to take any job she was offered. And the truth was that Michelle was running low on money, and she did need a job that paid.
So she took it. And on her first day, she dressed like a prostitute, and wandered around the office in high heels and a short skirt, with her tits practically popping out of her blouse. And her boss called her into his office twice, and on each occasion he simply exposed his dick to her, and pointed to the floor. And Michelle, knowing that she needed the job, went to her knees, and began to obediently suck.
She had to tell Tom about it, of course. And when Tom worked out that Michelle was employed as a professional cocksucker, he smiled.
“I’ll see you on Saturday,” he said. “The first of many, as per our bet. And you can demonstrate your ‘work skills’ for me…”
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