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Drugged Sis

‘You are going to make this cock cum, and until you do, you won’t get your sweets.’

Tied down to his own swivel chair, George thought he was getting his fetish fulfilled by his loving girlfriend, Cindy. Instead, that duct tape over his lips only bit him back when he saw that it was Denise, his one-year-younger sister. Besides the blindfold over her eyes, her hands seemed to be restrained behind her back as well.

Cindy brought Denise right up to him, placed her on her knees, before guiding her head to one of his thigh. Through kissies and brushes of her cheeks, Denise found the cock she was tasked to please, and quickly took the tip into her lips.

No amount of forceful groaning could get to his dear sister, who was quite in her own world for some reason, to register that it was her brother she was sucking. Cindy had began chopping up some powder at the corner of his work desk, thereafter bringing a fingertip of white stuff to Denise nose.

A whisper later, a hard sniff cleaned her finger of any powder. Denise was beginning to suck him harder and faster with that ‘reward’. No way in George’s mind could he believe what was happening. His girlfriend, was actually feeding his new-found knowledge of his sister’s addiction.

Suddenly, Denise began bobbing her head up and down really fast, and even deep enough for him to feel the back of his throat. Whatever that drug was, it had numbed her gag-reflex. On a sicker note, his sister was actually, getting to him. That relaxed tongue, combined with lightly pressed lips, it did felt like a vagina.

He couldn’t ignore how pleased Cindy looked as he struggled violently in his seat, out of frustration if not pleasure. The harder he fought, the happier Cindy seemed to be. Only George would know, that he was about to cum in his sister’s pretty mouth.

‘MMM! MMMMMMMM!’

‘Cumming?’

‘MMM!’

‘There you go. He is cumming. Your brother is cumming.’

A momentarily pause was all the hope he got. Denise resumed fucking him with her mouth until his hips buckled for the gratifying load that spilled out of her lips, leaking from both ends to George’s despair.

She was done, and so was he. While Denise showed no remorse to blowing her brother off for cocaine, Cindy had just snorted up a line for her turn. The now-freed George remained expressionless when Cindy brought him into the comfort of his bed, making him fuck her in doggystyle in front of the zoned-out sister.

If he had to be a monster, he figured he could try to be a good one. For instance, give in when Cindy challenged Denise to make him fuck her.

The distance one will go for drugs.

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Cumback

(As Sarah sobbed) ‘Is your sister home?’

‘Yes.’

‘And she asked you to come for me.’

‘Yes.’

‘Can you.. sniff stay here.. sniff with me for the night? I’ll understand if you.. ‘

‘Yes.’

Being someone almost eight years her senior, it did felt a little awkward hugging her in just a hotel’s towel, though I understood the relief she needed. After all, the birthday party she only invited her class to, was wrecked beyond imagination. Empty beer bottles, broken glasses, disorganised funiture, it wasn’t that hard to see why she was crying in the bath.

Throughout the whole time I cleaned the mess up, she looked at me for just as long, with grateful eyes I easily melted to. Close or not, it didn’t matter if I was only invited to help decorate, plan my sister’s best friend’s party. It broke my heart to see such a joyous occasion turn out this way.

Once I had tidied the room up enough to sleep in, I joined her in bed and held her for as long as she wanted, minutes adding up to an hour before she stopped crying. That was one of the times I knew better than to attempt any words of comfort.

‘I’m tired now.. will you sleep with me?’

‘Yes.’

I pulled the sheets over us and felt her arm go over my chest, snuggling up close to me like a little girl, albeit naked. Given how the room was still reeking of wine and beer, I knocked out before her but wasn’t left that way, when I sensed a hand slipping into my pants.

(I whispered) ‘Sarah? Don’t.’

‘Not even a belated birthday present?’

‘I’ll give you something else. Take your hand out.’

She broke free of my grip on her wrist and shoved her hand deeper into my underwear, grabbing my dick with as many fingers as she needed. To be fair, I was soft until that moment she poked her nail into my pee hole, causing a near-instant response to her advance.

‘Hey!’

I turned my head to see a glass of wine sitting at the night stand, with a straw! As logical as it may seem for her to drink to forget all that happened, it clearly blurred her lines. The towel, it was gone, and the sheets had been flipped away to expose her.. gorgeous B cups.

My resistance was still in place until she sat on my belly, staring down at me menacingly.

‘I had actually intended to ask my crush to stay over for the night, to give him this. But.. but when I saw him making out with Janice.. ‘

At that moment, her head plunged into my neck and bit me really hard, to a point I would toss her away if not for the fear of hurting her (more). Nonetheless, I pulled her by her hair away and let her ravage at my body, to hopefully appease the sense of unfairness she felt.

On my hindsight, I let her get under my skin and got turned on to her likes, stirring an already-built-up, intense sensation of lust that was inevitable. In a flash, I was naked, and groaning to her inexperience hands.

‘How do I.. ARGHH! I wish I had watched more porn!’

Her frustration came from my lack of response when she tried to improvise ‘moves’, only to cause more discomfort than pleasure. I couldn’t let that get in our way, so I rolled her onto her back and started kissing from her neck down, across her chest, on her nipples, over her belly, and finally, between her labia.

For her first time, it wasn’t surprising at all to see her react so violently to every little trick I had. She was literally exploding with orgasms one after another. By the time I was worn out, she was too. All that was left on me, was her hand that was still desperately trying to please me.

(She whispered weakly) ‘Can you guide my hand?’

(As I panted) ‘Yes.’

Cupping my hand over hers, I folded her fingers in and gripped my cock a little tighter, alongside the up-down motion she was already onto. Slowly, my exhaustion overcame me and she was instead recovering (her strength).

‘How do I do a blowjob?’

‘Just.. ahh.. just do the same action like your hand, but with your mouth.. ahh.. ‘

My eyes remained closed until a super warm, humid orifice blew me away, with lips gently sealing around my girth. Carefully, delicately, up. Gracefully, thoughtfully, down. A peek under my tired eyelids showed me of her observant method she used to regulate her strokes.

Under the control of such an innocent, unhurried character, my mind was succumbing to her call. It was the second, or third time my orgasm was ‘lured’ instead of ‘timed’. I couldn’t come up with a better description than ‘to go instead of cum’.

(I whispered loudly) ‘Sarah? I’m shooting.. I’m shooting.. you should.. ahh.. oh shit.. out! OUT!’

I sense her throat gagging, then sliding down over my cock all the way till her lips touched my groin. That minute, gentle grasps her throat did conjured the biggest, most intense, much soul-draining ejaculate I had ever come across.

It throbbed so wildly, so hard, so submissive in her mouth. It had literally surrendered to her unsuspecting, completely trusting prowess she wasn’t so much conscious about. To her, it was just a huge load in her mouth, or rather, straight down her throat.

‘AHH! Was it good?’

(I muttered) ‘Heavenly.. ‘

‘Hey! Open your eyes! Is it even that good?! OI!

My strength, life, spirit, soul, were all absent from my body. She had took all I had, right down to my mini selves, away. I sure felt guilty as hell when I woke up to her snoozing on my chest, but I made up for it by eating her out awake.

I hoped my sister didn’t mind Sarah using ‘sleepover’ as an excuse to spend time in my room once everyone was asleep.

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Workplace Pussy

‘BOSS! Will you be working here till late?’

‘I guess? This is the only time I can focus on numbers.’

‘YAY!’

The newest staff, a customer-turned waitress whose voice was one of the most energetic I’ve ever heard, joined me at the table with her pint of 1664, leaning uncomfortably close to watch my screen filled with numbers. Although I had hired her for her good impression my other staff have of her (without F&B experience), she quickly earned her place with her accelerated learning speed.

‘Oh! I’ve used this software before! They taught us in school.’

‘Seriously? You only tell me now?’

‘Well, you never asked.’

She then gave me a smile that would make any man fall for her if not for our boss-staff relationship, before nudging me out of my seat with her bum. A minute or two was all she needed to make sense of the documents I was referring to, typing quickly to fill up the cells with numbers.

‘Boss.. how much would you have to pay for someone else to do this?’

‘Hmm.. good question. I think around three hundred per month? Why? You want me to review your salary ah?’

‘No lah. I was thinking of.. ‘

‘Of what?’

‘Hehe. You can.. make one of my wishes come true.’

‘Which is?’

A long silence filled with rapid, clicky keys created the unnerving ambience as I awaited her response, that I couldn’t imagine what they might be. She was that kind of independent, problem-solving type of girls that seemed totally capable of getting anything she wanted.

(In her contrasting soft tone) ‘You can make me feel good.. ‘

‘A massage?’

She gave the screen a smile as she took one hand off the keyboard, to place one of my hands on her thigh. Soft, smooth, and supple, the skirt she changed (after work) into stopped about a palm’s width before her knees. A simple motion of lifting her hems a little higher, immediately clarified the question of ‘how to make her feel good’.

(She said while typing) ‘This, will go a long way.’

‘Clara, are you for real?’

‘Try me.’

Seated at the far end of the pub’s main dining area, enough lights had been turned off for one man, supposedly me, to work alone. Both of us knew that we were as good as invisible from this location. What’s left, was simply the issue of principles.

‘C’mon.. I’m waiting.’

A part of me felt honoured to be doing ‘this’ with/ for a girl as desirable as her, but another part felt.. eighteen, that’s how old she was. My mind couldn’t stop fantasising in both directions as I slipped my hand under her skirt, to finally come in contact with the absence of any panties.

‘You’re ready aren’t you?’

‘HEY! I wore something to work k! I just took it off when I changed out of the uniform.’

My index and middle finger than separated from the rest as I seek out her clit, a task easy to fulfill once I traced upward her slit. I understood the momentary pause in her typing when I gave it a jerk, but was more impressed after when she worked so much faster.

Her legs had spread wide apart for me to really reach every corner, while we had our eyes fixated on the paperwork that was close to completion.

‘A few more.. gasp seconds.. ‘

‘You can take your.. ‘

‘NO! I want this!’

A sudden grip on my groin instinctively caused me to shove those two fingers into her pussy, before she released my cock so she could finish inserting the final figure.

‘AHH! YES! I’M DONE!’

She turned her attention to me as soon as she saved everything, pulling off her grey t-shirt without warning for me to see the black, tie-back bikini top she wore under. Padless, undersized, her nipples were poking against the small triangles really desperately.

While she undid my belt and jeans, I continued fingering her in an attempt to disrupt her progress. Nonetheless, I was down to nothing (bottom-naked) after a fierce struggle and her reciprocating ‘massage’ sparked some really lewd noises from both of us.

(In her sexual voice) ‘This is why I chose to work here.. ‘

‘Sex?’

‘Nooooo! .. YOU!’

A shove of my chest easily put me onto my back for what she had been planning for, a blowjob that instantly blew out of proportion when her lips touched my cock. Fierce, eager and crazy, the ends from her messy head of hair added to the sensation when they dangled over my thighs. Ticklish and sexed up, I was flopping in the semi-circle lounge seat like a fish on dry land.

(She asked with a cock in her mouth) ‘Ahh you kaming?’

‘Far from it!’

‘HUH!’

The moment she stopped sucking, I pulled myself up and toppled her onto her back, giving her no chance to react once I leaned over her chest. She could already imagine where my cock was waiting.

(I asked) ‘Ready?’

‘Fuck yes.. I am.. ‘

I carefully arched my back inward, just letting the tip touch her pussy for fun’s sake. As interesting as it was to see her anticipating look, I learnt my lesson (not to tease for too long) when she grabbed my dick, threw her legs around my hips, and lifted herself off the seat to ‘penetrate’ herself.

We took off like a daddy rabbit meeting a barely-legal one after ten years! That one pint I had before starting work had helped desensitised my erection, while she got unbelievably wet after she drank hers.

(She groaned agonisingly) ‘ARGHH! FUCK.. FUCKING BIG!’

At that time, it was hard to tell, if it was her who was ‘fucking’ tight, or I who was feeling a little lightheaded from the diversion of blood to my nether region.

After our core muscles were burnt out, we switched to another position that would grant her full control to literally everything.

Seated Cowgirl.

If only you could see how excited she was to plop herself on my lap, you would understand my fears of being under her control. In less than five seconds after my cock went back inside her, she was grinding in so much delight that looked sinister, rocking back and forth to simply watch me cringe.

No matter how hard I tried to overwhelm her, she had me around her fingers (or pussy in this case). All I could do, was to groan crazily to her merciless domination, and wait for it.

Five, no, ten, minutes of putting me in and out of a trance, edging me like never-before, later, she displayed a face that got me worried. I sensed something off when she stopped moving abruptly.

‘What’s happening?’

‘You’re asking me that?! I should be asking you, what’s happening?’

Dumbfounded by her response, I wasn’t feeling anything off. I was close-but-not-that-close to cumming, and it was still hard, according to my pleasure scale.

‘I don’t understand.’

She tucked her feet in and gently picked herself up from me, moaning the whole way as I popped out of her. Until she placed herself (back and away) on the round table, did I understood what was happening.

We were both staring at a dangerously swollen-looking cock.

(She asked with great concern) ‘You sure you’re feeling ok?’

‘Yeah.. I am!’

‘Okay then.’

She kept her feet by my hips as she replaced herself over my shaft, permanently keeping her eyes rolled back as she bounced atop my lap, stabbing herself over and over again into the deepest end of her sweet hole.

Unsure if she had intentionally been ‘squeezing’, the urge returned after some time and my body unconsciously began to thrust upwards. We let ourselves go at that point and embraced each other tightly as our minds went blank, for that nanosecond of void before I came.

Following the careful removal of her pussy over my pleasure-triggered cock, she slid into the narrow space between the table and myself, to gracefully hold my erection in her hopeful hand.

A kiss on the tip marked the beginning of an end, when she shook her head left and right as she forced herself to go all the way down to the base, leaving the rest of the work to her gag reflex..

..which did the job.

Ten seconds of that teary, painful sounding (and looking) deep throat was all I could take, before blasting the first load straight down her gullet. Subsequent squirts coated her throat, uvula and tongue in creamy goodness, to lips which held me from coming ‘loose’.

‘Haaa.. haaa.. Urhmm.. ‘

The gasp of air she took finally allowed us to take a break, after engaging in some unneeded workplace activities. It was probably an understatement if I said we spent fifteen minutes to catch our breathes, because she had easily caught my growing erection when we got dressed.

Well, who could I blame for the way she puts her clothes back on? I think ‘getting shit-faced drunk’ would be a good excuse for us to spend the night here, though we would really have to drink more to make it convincing for the staff who would ‘find us’.

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Friendly Neighbours

Returning home at 3pm after a long morning shift, a knock came through my door just as I shut it, catching me at the right time before I took my shoes off. In front of my gate stood a girl in her twenties, clothed in just a towel around her chest and behind her was a well-groomed man looking in his thirties.

‘Hi! I happen to hear you come home and wanted to catch you before we didn’t have a chance.’

‘Uh huh.’

The week-long renovation that woke me up on days I needed to rest? So they are the culpri.. I mean, new neighbours of the unit opposite mine.

‘She’s Alisha and I’m Alan. Nice to meet you.’

‘I’m Jae. And it’s nice to meet you guys too.’

‘Since you are still dressed, would you like to come over for a bit? We just cooked lunch.’

He opened my gate and his girl wasted no time in pulling me out of my house, leading me right into their apartment that was so beautifully done. Cosy on one part, and romantic on the whole. This must be their first home.

After I removed my shoes, Alisha seated me on their sofa and pulled the towel she was ‘wearing’ off, wandering into the kitchen where delicious smelling food was waiting. Alan, whom I supposed is her husband, sat next to me with his food and started talking between bites.

‘You know Jae, I’m working as an oil rig engineer and won’t be home most of the time. It’s a really boring job that is made worse by being offshore.’

‘Okay?’

‘So, since we are neighbours, I’d like you to help me take care of her, like food, some chores, and other needs.’

‘Yeah. I can do that. I can pass her my number and she can call me whenever.’

(Alan speaking quieter suddenly) ‘You know, I don’t want her to keep other man, or worse, MEN, behind my back.’

‘I get that. No offence for saying this, but she’s really desirable.’

‘I know right!’

We exchanged a fist bump as my food arrived and we ate together, with her being in the nude. Through a three-way conversation, I learnt that it was her habit to go naked in their previous residence, a penthouse with no other taller buildings around.

After the much-filling meal, we had a beer each and she sat beside me, running her hand across my lap as if it was ‘normal’ to make their guest comfortable that way. I got defensive when she moved too close to my groin, making sure Alan saw it so I wouldn’t get into trouble.

Not only did he smile at me, he shoved me back in my seat by my shoulder.

‘She mentioned to me that we have a cute neighbour, and I thought ‘why not let him take care of her instead of some other men I don’t know?’ You get it?’

‘I do, but it’s not right to.. for me to do this.. ‘

(He ended with) ‘For you, or her?’

A wink later and he made his way to the kitchen with our empty plates, giving his woman privacy to get her hand into my pants. It was one thing to be ‘cheating’ and another to do the same, but with permission. There was no ‘right thing’ to do then except to let her remove my bottoms, and go down on me without hesitation.

How is it she was so comfortable, and willing to do it on me? Was it a ‘dare’? Or something they do everywhere they go? How ‘safe’ is she?

The urge to get answers went away once she began sliding her lips along my shaft, making skilful swirls around my manhood that got me squirming in my seat. She easily took all of me into her throat and not a sound of gagging was heard through the long period of deep throat.

Milking me with her lips, my mind couldn’t focus on anything except the wet, warm tongue that was tickling me everywhere.

‘Mmm~ You taste good!’

She pulled my jeans off and sat on my lap with her back facing me, getting busy with her fingers that resulted in sensual slurping noises. A few minutes after she touched herself, her ass rode up my thighs and stopped short of my erection. Taking my hard on under her pussy, she kept her fingers under it while grinding her hips back and forth.

It took just three jerks of her ass to slip me right in, and boy, it was the hottest vagina I’ve ever been inside. Burning with passion and sex, she did all the work of bouncing on my dick, fucking me in whichever speed she wanted.

Alan only appeared after the two of us made so much ruckus, that he wanted to see, and film what was happening. What assured me most was the fact that he used my phone to make that sex clip, and he was so jovial about his woman having sex with someone else.

‘Nice huh? Letting someone else do the work.’

‘Umm.. Alisha. Should I?’

(He interrupted) ‘No no! I don’t mean that bro. Relax!’

His girl fell forward onto my lap and I was treated to the soft, supple boobs rubbing against my legs, while her pussy kept consuming me over and over again. My eyes simply couldn’t make up their mind about what to look at, be it her slim back or our conjoined genitals.

(She screamed) ‘DEAR! I’M GONNA FUCKING COME!’

‘Let it flow then! Don’t fight it!’

To think that he actually cheered her on, I shifted my lazy ass off the couch and laid her (chest down) on the coffee table. Going on my knees to take over the task, my hips literally went out of control under the tight control of her cunt.

The two of us were moaning and groaning our hearts out, occasionally expressing our limits which never occurred for at least fifteen minutes. To keep things ‘moving’, we took turns fucking each other until I cried out my final words.

‘ALISHA! THAT’S IT! I’M CUMMING!”

I pulled out of her and fell straight into the sofa, where she parted my legs before turning over. In a fell swop, she took my dick in her mouth and Alan came forth to hold her down, bobbing her head like a basketball for the finale.

A minute into that hyper-blowjob, I gave a sigh as my loin muscles contracted for the hot cum to leave my body, right into her mouth which he held firmly so it would all gather in her lower jaw.

Another few moments later, she swallowed and resumed sucking me, while Alan took a seat on the sturdy, wooden coffee table to keep fucking her doggy style. My suffering (from my oversensitive cock) came to an end three minutes later, when he came inside her.

Well, I could fully understand his lack of stamina from what he just saw unfold. The three perspiration-drenched bodies exchanged final handshakes before I left for home, feeling more tired, but full anticipation for what’s to cum.

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Additional Work

‘Boss? This is Charlene. She’s here for the interview.’

‘Alright. Thanks.’

Ryan waved for her to take a seat on the chair beside the small office table like going to the doctor’s, except this was a less formal interview for a much-talked-about, high-paying job. Dressed in a knitted spaghetti top and tiny clubbing shorts, he had been exposed to such outfits more often than they needed to be in.

Unwavering to her visually pleasing attire, he went through the standard interview questionnaire with no obvious signs of persuasion or attraction to her slim figure. As much as Charlene tried to appear motivated and willing, she wasn’t given more glances than what the other applicants supposedly got.

‘Is there anything you’d like me to do to prove my abilities to you?’

‘There is no need to. I view all applicants, no matter male or female, equally. As this is a legitimate business, it still boils down to the.. ‘

Her hand she placed on his kneecap paused him for a while, as if it had some power to ‘up’ her chances of working there. According to his breakdown of salary and the rumours about the bring-home amount, she understood that a hundred dollars was the least she, or everyone currently working there, would cash out – every night.

‘to your past experience and.. and desire to work here.’

The word ‘desire’ certainly got her attention as he spun his chair towards her, giving her ease of access to wherever, if she got his message.

‘Tell me more about your expectations of me.’

‘Well.. ‘

The hand on his knee moved upwards to his zipper and it was fairly easy to open his fly, but not before he tasked her to lock the door. Returning eagerly to her seat, he went on about the company’s (specifically his) preferred ‘mindset’ when it came to ‘following orders’ and ‘taking initiative’.

A quick push of her index and thumb unclasped the hook holding his formal black pants together, and opened her ‘world’ to his privates. Taking that very initiative he just spoke about, she managed to pry his dick out of his underwear after a few seconds and got started ‘impressing’ him, by stroking his growing member in her seemingly tiny hand.

‘You will also be required to have good oral.. communication skills, because.. Ahhh.. Because most of the customers will actually talk about current affairs.’

As he kept going about policies, she brought her knees to the soft carpet and waded between his legs, looking at him out of respect for his clarification. It took her no time to silence the non-stop description of her job scope, once her mouth went over the thick, swollen, red piece of cock that paved an alternate path to change his mind.

Groans began to echo around the small office as she used her tongue to wet every inch of him, before pecking and kissing wherever she could reach. When she finally found the perfect up-down motion to get him moaning in pleasure, she threw in a little bonus by reaching into her shorts to masturbate herself too.

‘Good.. Ahh.. You know how to enjoy yourself while meeting my needs.. ‘

The moans that resonated over his cock heightened the blowjob sensation significantly to a point he had to hold her head still, before he lost himself to the uncontrollable trembling of his legs and diminishing energy levels.

‘You did great. You can expect a text from me.. In two days’ time.’

He couldn’t believe his eyes when she did a little sexy dance to strip her shorts off, peeling the cat-design panties off while facing her bum at him. Apart from the damp patch he could spot on the pantyliner, there were sticky strands drooling from her pussy too.

‘I can dance a little. Let me show you.’

She went behind the desk and positioned him directly in front of her ass, swaying her hips left and right till his dick head was brushing across her fine butt. Changing to a much slower ‘dance’, she moved her ass back and forth to ‘stroke’ his dick between her ass crack, until the tip poked into her pussy.

From then, it was an excruciating descend down his cock she didn’t expect to be so thick, covered in veins she had never experienced before. Not only was it overwhelming to fit all of him inside her, he was barely containing his urge in her pussy he couldn’t tell was so, so tight.

(As he panted) ‘How old are you again?’

‘Twenty.. Two? How old do I feel like?’

‘Much.. Arghh.. Much younger.. ‘

The up-down pussy slamming got him really agitated as she rocked on his lap, fucking his fat cock as fast as she could – which was actually so slow that it tormented him.

‘Mind if I.. If I guide you?’

‘I’ll love that boss.’

He stood up in a fit and pinned her back onto the table, before ramming his over-sensitive cock repeatedly into her like some wild animal gone wild over sex. The loud humping noises filled the room as he pumped her so fast and deep, causing orgasms to explode in her head over and over again, without an end in sight.

Somehow, he was poking at her G-spot with each thrust and it got her tighter as well. Lasting for a measly five minutes, his agonising moans went louder then softer as another climax (of hers) shut her vaginal walls too closely around him.

He mentioned nothing when he pulled out of her, collapsing onto his seat in perspiration and a whole lot of misplaced breaths. Having received one too many orgasms she didn’t cared so much for, the quick-witted girl took up the tiny spot between his legs and started sucking again.

Using her throat a little more this instance, she deep throated him for just ten times before he held her face into his groin, along with a deep, long grunt.

Waves of hot cum then started pouring down her throat without going over her tongue, skipping the ‘taste test’ she would gladly miss for a stranger only beneficial to her financial situation. About a minute later, she retracted her mouth and collected the few drops from his man-pipe, leaving him sparkling clean like how he told her things should be in the workplace.

Pleased and satisfied beyond his imagination, he signed off her contract and gave her one of three openings, with an additional task of ‘reporting to him whenever he comes into the office or she comes to work’.

That’s about the things one would do for money.