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“This is my last chance.” I repeated these words over and over as I sat in the office of the last stop on my list. I needed a job. I had to have one, but no one wants to hire an ex con, even if she did get out on early parole. This was my last opportunity. I’m not leaving until I have a job. Across the desk from me was Mr. Bledsole. He was currently looking at my resume and chewing on a pen cap. I was beginning to wonder if he knew that I existed. After a long awkward silence he finally spoke.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t have someone with a record working for me. I don’t think my clientele would approve. Even if you do only answer the phone. Thank you for coming in though.” He got up and started moving towards the door to see me out. A move I’ve witnessed five times already this same morning. I couldn’t let this one play out like all the others. It was my last chance. I had to do something. I stood up and my eyes met his before he could get to the door. I hadn’t noticed it before, but he was handsome and rugged, older and distinguished. It made what I had to say next even more awkward.
“Please Mr. Bledsole. I’ve tried everywhere. You are my last hope. I’ve paid for my crimes, but I’ll do anything…just please give me a chance. I’ll even work for free for a day. You don’t even have to pay me and if you still don’t like me then I’ll go and it won’t cost you anything. Please. I’ll do anything.
“Mr. Bledsole could see the desperation in my eyes. He thought pensively for a moment before speaking. “Anything you say? A whole day of work free of charge and you would do anything. Do you truly mean that?” I swallowed hard. I felt so small and insignificant. I knew exactly what he meant, or at least I thought I did. My hands were shaking. Had I finally hit rock bottom? I don’t even remember saying yes. I only remember fumbling with the top button of my blouse like a blushing school girl.
“No. Not right now. Write your address down here for me. I’ll have some things sent over for you and I want you here at 8am tomorrow morning. If you really want this job you can show me how much you want it tomorrow.” He went back to his desk and sat down and began to work. He never acknowledged my presence after that. I don’t know how long I stood there shocked. I finally forced my body to move to his desk, write down my address, and leave his office.
I honestly can’t remember how I got home. My mind was spinning too fast. Did I really agree to do anything for a job? Did I really start to undress in his office? If he hadn’t stopped me, would I have kept going? Those thoughts quickly became uninteresting next to the thought of what tomorrow would hold. Around seven, a package arrived at my door. When I opened it I saw a white button down shirt, short black skirt, black stockings, thong, and bra, and stiletto heels all in various sizes. There was a note attached that said: one of these should be your size. 8am. Don’t be late.
The second set I tried on fit a little too perfectly. I was a little angry that he so perfectly picked my size after barely acknowledging my existence earlier. I was also a little impressed, then mad at myself because of it. Of course the black bra was visible under the thin white blouse. It didn’t matter that the outfit was sexy as hell and I looked smoking hot in it. I decided not to like it on principle.
Sleep was non existent. I watched the clock change from 5:59 to 6:00am. I silenced the alarm before it had a chance to sound. I was so nervous that I was dressed faster than usual, and there fifteen minutes early. Fifteen minutes is an eternity to wait when you standing on the street outside an office in a white shirt and black bra. I wanted to shrink like Alice into nothingness. Finally the door opened from the inside. Mr. Bledsole was there, dashing as ever. I hated that the sight of him sent a twinge deep inside of me.
He showed me to my desk and wasted no time. “I have an 8:15 conference call. Get the coffee ready and bring it to me.” He then went into his office and shut the door. By the time I had the coffee ready he was already on the phone. He casually motioned me over to his desk. I sat his coffee down and turned to leave. He motioned with his hands for me to wait. He then covered the phone with his hand and firmly said. “Do not move.” I froze in place. He continued his call for a minute or two and then put down his phone, switched it to speaker, and approached me. As he approached, he held a single finger over his lips reminding me to be silent. Before I knew it he was behind me and with a quick zip my skirt fell to my knees. I wanted to cover myself so badly but I didn’t. I needed this job and I would do whatever it took to get it. Mr. Bledsole wasted no time. As soon as my skirt was on the ground he was in front of me unbuttoning my blouse. He then pulled up my bra causing my breasts to drop and then spring to attention.
He then sat back down at his desk, drank his coffee, finished his call, and stared at me the entire time. It was humiliating. It was past degrading. I was trembling in fear, so why then was I starting to get wet? When the call was over I was told that I could leave. I fixed my bra and blouse, pulled up my skirt and took the walk of shame out of his office. As I sat down at my desk outside his office I was still trying to sift through all of the emotions I felt. I felt used, taken advantage of, and for some reason so fucking turned on.
I didn’t get long to ponder these feelings because the intercom on my desk chirped up. “Please bring the laptop on your desk and come in here. I have a letter I need to dictate to you.”I picked up the laptop and walked back into his office and sat down in the same chair that just a day ago I was standing beside when I had told him that I would do anything for this job. I’ve already let him stare at my breasts for thirty minutes, I thought. There is no sense stopping now. He let me get seated and open up the laptop before he muttered “No, here on my desk.” He got up and took the laptop from me and placed it in the center of the his desk facing me. “There. Bend over the desk.”
I knew my face was red but it didn’t matter. I slowly stood, walked over to his desk and bent over it. He immediately started dictating a letter. I barely had time to find the keys and keep up. The letter he was dictating was long, complicated, and used a lot of Latin words. Maybe a minute had passed by when I felt him lift my skirt up exposing my bare bottom in nothing but a small black thong. I didn’t have time to think because he never stopped giving me dictation. Keeping up with his pace became harder when he started to gently caress my bottom with his hands. He was standing directly behind me at that point. His fingers were tracing my bottom, then he moved to the center and I almost stood straight up when his fingers slid the thong aside and started slowly circling my anus. I’ve never quite felt a feeling like that and when the tip of his finger went inside me it was more than I could handle.
After a minute or two of anal play with the tip of his finger he finally stopped dictating. “Read that back to me please before we continue.” His hand was still on my bottom. I took a deep breath and began reading. “Mr. Fields. It has come to my attention that you would like.”
“Require. I said require. Not you would like. You would require.” His voice was stern and annoyed. “Fix it.”
“I’m sorry, right away!” I said.
“You aren’t sorry now, but you will be soon.” With those words his hands moved from my bottom to the top of my thong and he quickly pulled it down to my knees. In my whole life I had never really noticed the sound a belt makes as it is unbuckled and slid out from its loopholes. That sound was seared into my mind that day. Before I could delete the incorrect sentence his belt became acquainted with my bottom seven times. I had never felt pain that sharp. Never felt a sting quite like that. I cried out in pain and shock. I tried to place my hand on my sore bottom, but the next stroke hit me square on my palm. “Do not remove your hands from the keyboard. Fix your mistakes.” He was able to spank my trembling bottom thirteen more times before I was able to correct one simple sentence. When he stopped I struggled to catch my breath.
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