Hello! This is my first story post on a nsfw-Reddit. I’d like to hear what you think – feedback, criticism and new inspiration are all welcome. For reasons of Reddit, I had to split it up in two. The sex will mostly happen in the latter half.
A young woman (you!) applies for the job of office slut in a famous law firm. To get the job, you have to do four “trials” – after all, they want real sluts, not just cheap hookers.
All characters and companies in this story are of course complete fiction.
This story was written exclusively by me, u/Phanaius_Apollon. If you want to post it on another subreddit, please tag me. Special thanks to a certain anonymous user, whose posts have inspired me to write this story. Further thanks to all those redditors and communities who helped me discover all the kinks mentioned in this story. Have fun!
**Office Sluts**
Excitement started to build up when your shaking hands opened the letter from the law firm you had applied to. You nearly burst into tears when you read that you had been accepted for the job interview. Your dream was coming closer!
The next week, you exercised how to do your make up perfectly, looked up all the managers and senior employees you could find on the internet and tried to find out who was your competition. Some girls had posted their acceptance letters on IG or Facebook. One looked like an upper class hooker. Another one like a punk rock slut. Doubts started nagging on your self-esteem. Did you really have what it took to become Junior Office Slut for the law firm’s office harem?
Finally, the day of judgement arrives. The interview is scheduled 7am, so you get up at 3am to get ready in time. You pack a bag with fresh clothes, since it was announced to you the interview could span multiple days. You take a cab to the office high rise in Downtown Manhattan – but you aren’t the only one. All the girls they had invited for the interview nearly cause a traffic jam when all arrive at the same time.
As you get out of the cab and enter the building, you realize that the lobby is a mess. The smell of perfume and deodorant hangs in the air, a stampede of high heels has shattered the floor tiles. There are no men around, except the receptionist. He sits stoically behind the reception table in a simple black suit. Above his head is a big sign on the wall: “I’m gay.” When it is your turn to check-in, you point up to the sign and ask: “Why’s that up there? You lost a bet?”
“No.”, he answers. “My boss ordered me to hang it up. Last year an applicant nearly slit another one’s throat when I let the latter suck my cock to get in first.” He seems sad, but not about the slit throat.
“Are you concerned that could happen again this year?”, you ask as you sign the NDA.
“It will happen. But before you are our employees, all legal problems with that sort of shit would stick to my underpaid ass. Well”, he sighs “at least that means I won’t get any blood on my suit this time. Here’s your ticket.” As you pick up the ticket from the counter, you bend forward, exposing your cleavage. The receptionist smiles. “Good luck”, he wishes, before asking the next girl to come forward.
You enter the elevator. Next to you stands a tall blonde. Her tits and ass are clearly fake, as are her lips. She notices your gandering. “Some people take this job offer seriously. You gotta sow before you harvest. Invest in yourself!”, she exclaims loudly. You just nod. You ain’t fake. But you don’t know if that will help.
The elevator doors open, 66th floor. Even more young women! The oldest you have seen so far was not a day older than 25, maybe just 24. Scattered around the room, bouncers watch the scene, surrounded by girls flirting with them to up their chances at being accepted. There are only five positions open, but – how many? Like two hundred women!? Your chances are slim, at best.
A loud ringing noise fills the room with immediate silence. The giggling and gaggling stops. A female voice starts greeting all applicants. “Dear sluts to-be, we greet you here at round two out of five of our employee selection program. I am Ms Rose, Senior Executive slut here at Perlman, Granger and Partner. Let me take these two minutes between sucking our CEOs magnificent cock and getting fucked by him to introduce your lazy cunts to the first task of many today. I will show you a picture on the screens in the room you’re all perched into. Girls, do what all good – and bad – girls should do.” You feel anxiety around you. Some girls seem irritated. The smell of perfume is disturbed by the smell of sweat.
“One.” The bouncers look focused, scanning every girl in their vicinity.
“Two.” Without warning, the lights go out. A girl behind you screams.
“Three.” The screens show an enormous dick, fully erect, the guy’s suit pants just unzipped. Following your most primal instinct, you get on your knees. Other girls follow your example, but some just stand still. The one girl behind you starts crying.
As suddenly as the lights went out, they’re switched on again. “Good”, you hear Ms Rose saying, interrupted by loud moaning and grunting. “All girls still standing: get the fuck out, join a nun’s convent or shit. Nobody needs you here!” More girls start crying. Some try to get on their knees now, but the bouncer’s have already seen them standing. They’re escorted out of the room, under tears, screams and smeared make-up. “All girls on their knees”, Ms Rose moans loudy, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck your office slut – all girls on their knees: good job. You’ve reached the next round. Senior Slut Bella will take – oh yes Daddy, fuck me harder! -will take you from here.”
Screams of joy fill the air. One girl seems to have a break down: “I want that dick! I want to suck this cock!”, she yells at the monitors. As she rips apart her skirt and exposes her big breasts, yelling and screaming like a maniac, she is escorted out by the bouncer’s. Got it, you think. They want sluts, not mentals.
The group of applicants, drastically shrunk in size, enters the next room. Everyone is ordered to sit down. In the front of the room you see a stage with a single chair on it. A door next to the stage opens, out comes a tall, black-haired Asian woman. Her body looks perfect, her long legs and high heels make her look like a queen of sluts. As she buttons up her blouse, a man in a suit walks out behind her, casually zipping up his pants. He looks around the room, gawking at all the new girls brought in for his and his colleagues’ pleasure. “Oh Bella, I already know who I want to fuck.”, he says with a wide smirk and points at a girl several seats next to you. It’s the fake bitch. Bella smiles.
“I am surprised to see that only so few girls have passed the psychological examination.”, she says. And she’s right, the last two rows are basically empty. Still, there are several dozen girls around you. “Darlings, your next challenge – and chance! – is a physical examination. Don’t worry, we won’t let you get groped or hurt by some sadistic asshole. We have brought in a professional! He has done this exam for – what? Like 20 years? Generations of girls – including me – have passed his test. And many more have failed. But that doesn’t have to concern you.” She giggles. “His name’s Merlin. Just do what he orders you to do. After the examination you will have a chance to shower, re-do your make-up and relax for a while. Now hush, darlings.”
Bella makes a demeaning gesture towards you and the others, rises from her chair and leaves the room. One of the bouncers, a black bull of a man, climbs on the stage, points at one girl and says: “You. Go first.” The girl in question rises up slowly. “Don’t worry”, the bouncers says, “the first always has it easiest.” The girl leaves, shaking nervously, and the waiting begins. The examinations seem to be very quick, but there are so many girls! After several hours, finally, the bouncer calls your name. You rise up, yawning, and make your way to the door.
The moment of truth. Since the first girl left the room, you heard gossip about what this “Merlin” looks like. But no girl came back. Some said, it’s the CEO. But this is round three of five. Maybe it is a woman, or a dwarf? A limp? You hear the wildest rumours. Every second girl claims to know “everything!” about this firm. “Of course it’s true, I read it on the internet!”
The door is opened for you. Another door lies behind it. This room seems to be used as vestibule. The second door opens and immediately your guts turn inside up. The room reeks of urine, vomit, sweat and fear. You enter and see a man sitting on a chair.
“You must be Merlin.”, you say. He nods. His hair is gray and patchy. It looks like he hasn’t showered in ages. His clothes are in a despicable state, too.
“You think I am a homeless person, don’t ya?”, he asks cynically.
“Are you?”, you ask. Your stomach turns around.
“Yes. I live under a bridge in Harlem.”
Your head starts spinning, too. You have to focus, you tell yourself. You spot a puddle of vomit in the corner. “They told me to do what you want. So, what is it you want me to do?” Your try to think straight again.
“Come closer, girl.”, Merlin says. You move forward. “Closer. My eyes aren’t what they once where, ya know. Gotta see you right in front of me.
“What is this test about?”, you ask as you make another step.
“No more questions, girl. I can hear you clearly, but I want to see you! Come, come, sit on my lap!”
You fall silent. Your stomach turns again, your head is spinning. The closer you come, the more you smell the man reeking of filth. Keep it together, your head yells at your body. Finally, you muster the courage and sit down.
“Good girl, good girl”, Merlin exclaims. “Now, for the examination.” His hands start feeling up your body, groping your tits. “Impressive, you’re the first girl today to get wet.” What?, you think as you notice what he just told you. You’re soaking wet between your legs. All the preparations for this day have finally paid off. You stomach calms, your thoughts straighten. You turn around on his lap, your face and tits now facing the reeking hobo.
“What can I do for you, Merlin?”, you ask in your fuck-me-voice. He laughs, and you smell his bad breath. But it can’t disturb you now. Your pussy is soaking wet and if you have to fuck this dipshits junk to get the job of your dreams you will. Merlin continues to grope your tits, a move that prompts you to open your bra.
“Nah, girl. You’ve passed. And you can’t do anything for me, girl, since he’s dead a long time now.” As he speaks, Merlin touches his crotch.
“Well, goodbye, then.”, you say as you rise up from his lap. He stays silent and gives you a hard smack on your ass as you leave the room.
If that was test number three, what are next two going to be? You ask yourself as you again pass a vestibule. In the next room, you’re greeted by Ms Bella.
“Darling, how was it?”, she giggles. You spot a little stain of cum just above her right eye.
“Breathtaking.”, you answer, grinning.
Bella laughs. “Oh darling, I still remember the test myself as if it was yesterday. But nothing comparable to today.”, she says as she hugs you.
“Why not? Had he showered more recently?”
“He still had the vigour of an ox.”, Bella whispers in your ear. Suddenly, you feel far more respect for the Senior Sluts around here.
Bella lets go of you and grabs a microphone.
“Darlings, can I get all your attention please? I hope y’all had a great time so far. Before we move to the fourth stage it’s time to party! Tonight, you will get to know your future colleagues. All drinks are on us – it’s going to be a night to remember!” She seems to be very excstatic.
The bouncers show you and your competitors the showers, changing rooms, lounges. As you sit in a comfy chair, freshly showered and finally rid of Merlin’s reek, you notice it’s dark outside. The day has passed incredibly quick. Here you are, you think to yourself. Another step closer to your dream. Junior Office Slut. You just love the sound of it. And the tales seem to be true: sex all day, a free-use environment, a strict pecking order. Suddenly, your dream starts feeling so real.
It’s 9pm now, the workday is over. The party is about to begin. All of you are gathered in a corridor, standing in two lines. “Wait a little longer darlings, will you?”, Bella had asked before she entered the ballroom. When the double doors close behind her, everything you and the girls can hear is thunderous applause. Suddenly, the doors open again. “Come on in!”, Bella orders you. Your column of sluts, all dressed up for maximum sluttiness, starts marching. “Take your seats, just sit on any free chair!”, Bella continues.
You look around you. You feel like a model on a catwalk. More a pussywalk, though, you think. On every table is only one free chair and four to five men in suits. All of them wear masks. Not to spoil you your future colleagues, they told you. You take a seat at a table with four guys.
“Hey, how are you?”, one of the men says. “I’m Mitch. And these are Jake and Dave”, he points out his two colleagues, “and this bad boy there is the Destroyer!” The men break out in laughter.
“That’s his real name?”, you ask.
“’Course not. We were asked to use fake names. Normal people choose Dave, Jake, maybe Ben. He chose the Destroyer.” They laugh again. The Destroyer is a chubby guy, maybe in his early thirties.
“Ah, finally!”, Jake says and nods in the direction of several servants. “Champagne!” The servers bring glasses for everyone, diligently and carefully placing them in front of all guests.
“You guys work here?”, you ask.
“Yeah”, the Destroyer answers. “This party is our reward for-“
“Shut up, man!”, Dave yells and punches the Destroyer. “You’re gotta ruin everything, don’t you?”
“Quiet, please!”, Bella raises her voice. “Let us drink: To Perlman, Granger and Partners! To a new generation of company-owned fuck toys!” The men rise from their seats, hold their glasses up high in front of them and exclaim: “To the fuck toys!”
You and some other girls rise as well, saying: “To us!” One of the girls get’s slapped on her ass by the guy next to her.
The champagne tastes good. You sit down and start small talking with the men at your table. They are all well-mannered, well-educated lawyers with a great future. Will I have to fuck them?, you think. Is this another test? The more questions you ask yourself, the more your head starts spinning. And what will await tomorrow?, you ask yourself as you drink another glass of champagne. And then, you black out.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kpbxse/office_slut_female_protagonistfree_usecncmore_sex