This series involves reluctance, BDSM, lesbian, and group sex. The series will focus mostly on the story sometimes with little sex. If you are not a fan of these types of stories please do not read any further. It is based on no person or actual place, all names or places are not real and coincidental if they resemble anyone or place.
The first chapter I wrote after I started this as a lead in to the series to try and confuse the true intent as to how Emily came to work at Johns Place. The remainder of the series will be written in the first person and as a flashback, unless I break my own rules and include a flashback in the flashback, or a flashback in a flashback in a flashback. Enjoy.
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There I was, standing on the dusty road, the wind biting at my chapped lips the sun was just coming over the horizon and here I was in the middle of nowhere about to do something I never thought I would do. My black hair was a mess, there was no way I would get hired looking like this. I pulled out my compact and did what I could with my face, it was the one of the only things I had left along with a ten dollar bill wrapped around my license. I was dirty and exhausted, and haven't slept in a couple days.
I had heard about the opening from some trucker at the rest stop a few miles away where my car had been. I acted like I didn't hear his comment to me after he caught me eavesdropping on him, 'that pretty face would look good with my dick in it.' He said as I turned away and blushed. He was pretty cute but I could smell his sweat from here and those armpit stains, ewwwww.
I was sleeping in my car up until yesterday, making money by telling tourists driving through the area that my purse had just been stolen and I had nothing, they would usually just let me use their cell phone, I called my mom's number and acted like she answered, they would give me some cash to hold me over until I got home, but it was just onto another rest stop for the night and the same routine.
My once brilliant green eyes stared back at me in the mirror all red from the dust and the long walk. I was lucky to have been wearing my sneakers when my car was stolen when I was in the restroom. Everything was inside it, my keys seemed completely pointless now as my fingers touched them in my pocket. Who would want a junker car anyways?
I was hungry, nothing like losing weight when you eat one meal a day. I really didn't need to lose much, I was about 130 when I started out living day to day like this two years ago, and was probably down to 90 to 100. I could barely make it the couple miles from the rest stop to here. It hadn't been easy but I was going in and it was my only option.
The door was locked, I didn't know what to expect at 7 in the morning, it had been light for only an hour, but there were several cars in the lot. I noticed a doorbell and rang it. Still nothing. I had just about turned around to leave when someone opened the door a crack.
"What do you want" a deep voice said from the darkness within.
"Um," I managed to stammer, "my name is Emily I called a few hours ago." My voice sounded so week and timid, I tried not to look at the opening in the door.
The door slowly opened and I stepped inside there was a bar with a couple tables and a few lounge chairs. A short blonde was behind the counter to the bar with large breasts that were concealed, if you want to call it that, by a small bikini top. She glanced in my direction and then paid me little attention.
The man that let me in told me to go to the door next to the bar and knock on it. He eyed me from head to toe like I was on display for him as I walked by. The interior of the building was dark and after being in the sunlight of the desert I could barely make out anything inside. As I reached the door I knocked gently on it and waited for a reply.
"who is it?" I heard a male voice from behind the door answer, "what the fuck do you want?" I was startled by the bluntness and the hostility in the voice.
The door opened abruptly and I jumped a little and took a small step back. The man before me was around 5'8" tall, balding, and rather husky around the edges... ok, so he was fat, hadn't shaved in a couple days and smelled like 3 cartons of cigarettes. "who the fuck are you!" He demanded of me.
"Em-Emily... I called you.... Last night.... about a job"
"Yes, come in." I could see the look in his eyes, the kind of look that I've gotten since I was 14 from dirty old men just like him. I followed him into a small office and sat in the chair opposite the desk. He closed another door that lead out of the office into what looked like another small room. I catched a glimpse of what looked like security monitors. "So tell me why should I hire you? You look like shit?"
I noticed him glancing at my legs and up to my breasts. I decided to use my 36C to my advantage. I leaned forward and let him get a good look down my top, "please, I am desperate, my car was stolen and I need a really good job, I'm desperate." I was pouting to what looked like no avail. I sat back in my chair and dropped my head. I could feel his eyes burning into me, I decided to show off a little more and spread my legs apart a bit, my skirt riding up, just shy of revealing my black thong. I knew I hadn't had a change in clothes in a couple days, just walked 2 plus miles, and could feel the dirt from the desert in every pour of my body.
He leaned back and I heard his chair creaking, "well normally I wouldn't hire a girl that looks like you do right now, but I am real short today, a couple girls called off sick." I sat up in my chair at his mention of this. "and considering your circumstances it would be real unchristian of me to not let you start today as a trial."
"Oh, thank you so much, I won't disappoint you, I...."
He cut me off "but then again, it would be real un-business like of me to not see what you have to work with first."
My reaction would have won a grammy, I sat there shocked that he would want a private show. But as I sat there I regained my composure and figured I would have to be taking off my clothes anyways to make money. I really didn't think I had a problem with it until now, I have only been naked in front of someone else a couple times, and if I hesitated now then there would be no way he would let me stay. I had to do this and I had to do it now.
I stood up trying to look as confident as possible. Shot him the sexiest look that I could as I reached up and slowly slide down a spaghetti strap off my shoulder. I stepped towards him around the side of his desk, towering over him at 5'7" he looked up at me as I bent down and put my breasts inches from his face. I slowly lowered myself by bending my knees and I slide down my other strap as I coyly looked at the floor. I lowered my top over my breasts as I looked seductively back up at him. I saw his eyes light up as if he never saw a 19 year olds breasts before, and I let my hand slip to brush against my hardening nipples.
It was kind of an empowering feeling seeing the reaction that he was giving me I felt like I was in total control as I quickly stood up and took my top off over my head and turning my back towards him, looking over my shoulder back at him. I could do this I knew I could. He started to get a crooked smile as I turned back towards him and put my foot up on his desk, my skirt rose to my waist and he could see my thong. I let my hands rub my thighs slowly as I tilted my head back and closed my eyes acting like I was enjoying my display.
I was enjoying it, I convinced myself in the split second that I realized that I had to if I could really convince him that I could do good at this job. I turned my back to him again, and slowly lowered my skirt to my ankles as I bent at the waist. It felt like I could feel his drool dripping onto my thong clad ass, every guy I ever dated always wanted to see me in a thong and I knew I could get them to do anything I wanted when I was only wearing one. I raised my arms above my head and started moving to an imaginary beat swaying my ass one way and then the next. Bending at the knees I swayed my ass back towards him as I lowered myself seductively as I could think of.
Turning back around as I stood up I startled him in his chair. I could feel his erection through his sweatpants and tried not to grimace at this disgusting man who held the fate of my job in his hand. I grabbed my breasts, tilted my head back, and grinded his crotch. Pinching my nipples I looked back at him, glaring into his eyes, giving him my best I want to fuck you face right here right now faces.
I stood up and quickly lost my thong, turned and ground my ass into his crouch, my head next to his and moaning into his ear. "So... mmmmmm" I tried to sound as if I was horny as possible, "do I get the job?" My hands started to stray one to my nipple and one to my pussy. I acted like I was actually turned on by this and started to rub my clit.
