MY NEW JOB – PT 1 – BOSS EXPLAINS THE JOB REQUIREMENTS

It had been a long 16 months. Both my husband and I had been laid off from our jobs, and new job openings were far and few between. Our savings had virtually run out…..we didn’t live extravagantly, but even so, we were starting to leave some bills unpaid, with collection notices arriving weekly in the mailbox.

What’s worse, our car was in the shop and we didn’t have the money to get it repaired….so, looking for work was even more challenging than it normally would have been.

I constantly checked the job listings, although there were virtually none I could apply for, as I didn’t have any formal education and my business skills and experience were fairly limited. What I did have was a pretty face, and a great body – I was about 5’5”, with a thin waist and beautiful, natural 34E tits. I got plenty of admiring (and horny) looks from men (and women) whenever I entered a room….but that didn’t qualify me for the few job openings I uncovered. One day I found an entry-level listing for a receptionist position that seemed vague enough that I thought I might qualify, so I called someone named Barb, and set up an appointment for an interview with Mr. Franklin.

With no car at hand, I walked several blocks to the bus stop and waited. And waited. And waited. The bus was 25 minutes late, which made me about 15 minutes late for my interview. I was frantic as I rushed to the company’s office, which turned out to be a small stand-alone building in a commercial district just outside of downtown. I hurried up the front steps and into the reception area, hoping against hope that I wasn’t too late for my interview.

The reception area had a desk – unoccupied at the moment, which I took as a good sign – and several filing cabinets off to the side. Behind the desk was a door to an office – Mr. Franklin’s, I presumed – which was partially open. I stepped over to the office door and nudged it open, ready to launch into an apology for being late to my interview. When to door swung open, my voice caught in my throat and I was speechless, trying to absorb what my startled eyes were observing.

Leaning against the side of his desk was a man, who I could see in profile….the boss, I guess….with his dick hanging out of the front of his pants. It was a huge dick – it looked like it was nearly 11” long and as thick as my wrist. It was semi-hard at the moment, with a slight downward arc to it, so it appeared that it could get even bigger when it was fully erect.