Kym walked into Nigel's office and sat down. Nigel had a hard face covering his lustful looks. He sat back in his chair and looked at Kym.
"The Judges and I, have decided that you aren't good enough for this band. We therefore are letting you go." Nigel grinned slightly at the look on Kym's face.
"What did I do wrong" said Kym in a whimpering voice before starting to cry. "I thought I was fine, I didn't screw up."
"We just think you're not the right stuff for the band we want to make." Nigel smiled when he knew Kym couldn't see him. "Maybe some other band would suit you better." Kym fell to her knees.
"Please Nigel, I banked everything on this, I quit my job, and my kids are gonna go hungry. Please, I'll do anything." Nigel say the opportunity and took it.
"Anything?" he said with a sly look on his face. Kym looked up and wiped the tears from her face.
"Ye..Yes" she stuttered, thinking that he may have cruel intentions behind giving her a little chance of hope.
"OK Kym, I'll let you stay on, under one condition. You become my sex slave!" he grinned from ear to ear.
"What?" she screamed, "You gotta be kidding me, no-way." She couldn't believe he had said that.
"Fine, of you go home then to your poor family baby, and I'll make a ton of this band, and probably shag them all anyway!" he stood up and picked her up by the arm. "Goodbye!"
"Stop, owww, you're hurting me, stop it." Kym yelled as she was dragged across the floor. "Okay, I'll do it, I'll do it." she shouted with one last breath. Nigel stopped, picked her up and walked her back to his surprisingly empty desk.
"To start with, I want you to lay on there, and take your trousers and thong off, then start masturbating." She did as she was told, unzipping her fly and pulling the trousers to her ankles, closely followed by her thong. Her pussy was glorious to Nigel, he had had sex with some of the younger wannabes, this was the first mature one though.