My name is Livia, and I'm a college sophomore majoring in business. I dream of one day being the head of a major company, but I have a long path ahead of me if I am to achieve that goal. Recently, though, I've taken a major step toward that goal. A month ago, I started an internship at Prack & Fingerson Co., one of the top companies in cloud computing services. Or maybe they make servers? I'm honestly not that sure.
An internship with such a company is highly sought after. My grades thus far in school have been rather average. But through sheer determination, excellent communication skills, and a lot of lying on my resume, I was able to secure the position. It also helped that after my interviews, the man in charge of the hiring decisions accidentally included me in an email where he called me a 'dumb bitch with decent tits who didn't bother looking up what the fuck our company does before the interview.' I didn't appreciate the bitch part, but I was glad my strategy of doing the interview in a tight shirt got noticed. I got a call shortly after that email in which they offered me the position in exchange for forgetting I saw this email.
I accepted and now have been working here for the past month. However, things have not been going well. I'm constantly missing deadlines, being told my work quality is poor, and my jokes are in poor taste and not funny. I disagree with that last point as I felt it was hilarious calling the administrative assistant a 'slutetary' when she was going on medical leave for a hysterectomy. True, I misunderstood what a hysterectomy is when I made the joke, but it still works as a joke. I was told I was on thin ice and may be kicked out of the program if changes aren't made.
This past weekend, I had dinner with my parents and explained how things weren't going great with the internship. Succeeding in my career is very important to my father. He gave me the following advice.
"This internship at Prack & Figerson Co. may be the most important opportunity of your life. Success here could kickstart all your future aspirations. It isn't enough just to do a good job with this internship. You must stand out. You must seek recognition. Do whatever it takes." Hearing those words inspired me. "Also, learn what the company actually does. It's embarrassing you haven't learned that yet."
I decided to take the first half of my father's advice and seek recognition, whatever it takes. Monday morning at our weekly intern meeting, I saw my first opportunity. Seven interns currently work for the company, and Phillip has been assigned as the head intern. At this Monday meeting, Phillip passes out work assignments to all of the interns. Every week, there is always one task that is much more important than the others. I have yet to receive it, but I will change that this week.
"Good morning everyone. I trust you all had a good weekend," Phillip said at the start of the meeting. "Mindy and Alex, you both can focus on finishing up organizing client data this week. Samuel, I sent you a document outlining an upcoming meeting with marketing I want you to take charge of. Peter and Alexis, head down to records. They need help organizing some personnel files."
The interns all signaled their acceptance of the task they were given. "This week, we've been tasked with collecting and presenting data on a critical customer. Stanley has the data. We just need to compile it into a slide deck. Seeing as most of you have your hands full this week, I'll take this task on." Phillip started to walk away before stopping. "Oh right, Livia. I'm going to assume you are still working on your task of making sure the office has sufficient post-it notes?"
"It's more of a data collection assignment than just simply getting office supplies. That's why it has taken me so long," I pleaded. "Post-it notes nowadays come in a wide variety of colors and sizes, each specialized for certain tasks. This would go much faster if I could get the outside consultant resources I requested."
"Livia, just get it done. My god, it should have taken you an hour to do. That's it, everyone," Phillip said as the group dispersed. Post-it notes don't get you noticed in a large company like this. I wanted the task that Phillip gave himself. That was a task that could turn heads. I ran and caught up with him.
"Phillip, I want the customer data collection assignment," I said confidently.
"You are on week three of letting the office manager know how many Post-it notes we need to order. I'm pretty sure he went ahead, took an educated guess, and ordered them last week. I am not about to give you this important assignment," he told me dismissively.
"Well, if he did, he's an idiot. When we run out of blue 1-inch wide post-it notes next week, I'm not taking the fall for it. But anyway, I promise I will blow you away with how well and fast I can complete this assignment. I'm a customer of many different businesses. I have a unique viewpoint to bring. "
"Livia, everyone knows you only got this position because the recruiter called you a dumb bitch, and they wanted to avoid a lawsuit," Phillip stopped and addressed me directly.
"He also said I had good tits. Don't just focus on the negative feedback he gave."
Phillip glanced at my chest. "Right... can't forget that. But it doesn't matter. You aren't getting the assignment." He walked away, shaking his head. Already, I was failing and letting my father down. If he were here right now, what advice would he give me? Then, I knew what I had to do.
"If you give me the assignment, I'll suck your dick Phillip," I yelled out to him. It's not that my father would have suggested I give Phillip a blow job. Instead, he would have told me to impress my colleagues by doing the best job I could with the tasks assigned to me. I hated that idea and thought I rather just lick his cock for a while until he agreed to give me what I wanted.
Phillip came storming back to me. "Are you fucking insane yelling something like that in the middle of the office? You will get us both fired if anyone hears you say that."
"I'm sorry, you're right. I should have sent an email instead of taking up your time. I'll go send it now." I turned to walk back to my computer, hoping an email template existed for proposing a blow job to a colleague.
But before I could take two steps, Phillip grabbed my hand. "Stop kidding around. You know they are tracking email for sexual messages like that."
I was getting frustrated. "Then just tell me how I am supposed to request permission to suck your dick so I can get this assignment?"
He stared back at me in disbelief. "You're serious, aren't you? You're willing to give me a blow job, all so I'll give you this minor work assignment?"
I nodded my head. "I'll... do it topless too." My voice cracked a bit when I said that. The truth of it was I had never had a man's dick in my mouth, nor have I shown my tits to anyone either. Last semester, I offered a guy a blow job if he would tutor me for a chemistry test, but I didn't realize the girl he was holding hands with at the time was his girlfriend. He declined at her encouragement.
