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Julie Chang lit her third cigarette of that morning. It had been a week since her asshole boyfriend had kicked her out following yet another day of Julie coming home to find him screwing some other girl.
Having nowhere else to turn, she had went back home to her conservative parents and already she was sick of it.
Julie was a slut. Plain and simple. Since she was 18, because don't forget sexual urges don't exist before that, she had been absolutely obsessed with it. She had began masturbating right on the morning of her 18th birthday. Anything around her as far as she had been concerned was purely a means of sexual gratification.
Her parents soon learned of her promiscuity when they arrived home early to find their daughter getting a train run on her by the high school senior basketball team, all 18 and over I might add, in the middle of their living room. To say they were furious was an understatement. They immediately cut off almost all communication with the outside world. No phone, no television and especially...
No boys.
It wasn't her fault, Julie often reasoned, it was like that was her purpose. Her blowjob skills were practically unmatched, her tight wet throat having any male lucky enough to experience it cumming in minutes.
Her tits were another thing. They had always been flat until her 18th birthday and then suddenly grew to a 34F. Then, again after she turned 18, every boy and male teacher were always trying to find some way to peek down her shirt. Not that it bothered Julie. In actuality, she loved it. She began wearing tighter more revealing clothes and left little to the imagination for her gawkers.
Several of her teachers, not to mention a multitude of her classmates were in her daily roster of hard fucking, Julie getting sluttier each and every day. Things finally came to a head in her senior year, shortly before graduation when her principal just happened to enter classroom to find Julie getting fucked missionary by her biology teacher Mr. Little.
Since Julie was 18, no charges were filed but Mr. Little was fired and Julie prohibited from attending her graduation ceremony. The only thing which infuriated her however was that the principal stopped them before she could cum.
******
Now 22 and living back with her parents since having left her boyfriend, Julie was constantly irritated by them once again intruding in her life. She was still treated like a little kid, a strict curfew, her door had to remain open and no men were allowed to come over. It was soon becoming too much to bear so she decided to find a job. Looking online one day, she discovered a new business was opening in the city.
Deciding to apply, she left home early and arrived outside the massive office complex, stretching across several blocks. She lit another cigarette, seeing a burly security guard standing outside the glass doors. She soon noticed that he wasn't the only one. There were guards all around, including some on the roof with what seemed to be high-powered assault rifles.
'What kind of place was this?' she asked herself, checking her watch to see it was nearly time for her interview.
She quickly took one last drag and stamped it out, walking across the busy street.
"Name?" the black hunk of muscle asked as she approached.
"Julie Chang." she replied, looking down as he checked his clipboard, seeing a huge cock bulge in his black pants.
Her mouth watered.
'All in due time," she said internally.
"Here we are," he said, tapping his chart, "Julie Chang. Sign here please and you can go right in."
She signed and entered, finding herself entering a well air conditioned office building, bustling with employees and visitors.
Julie felt out of place around the people moving around her, men in suits and ties and women in dresses and pantsuits. She herself wore a white button up she had to borrow from her mother, which was much too small and revealing of her large bust along with a black skirt.
She approached a receptionist desk, seeing a pretty brunette who smiled upon seeing her. The plate on her desk read Peggy James.
"Hello," Julie greeted, smiling back, "I have the 11:00 interview."
"Ahh yes," she said, standing up, "if you'll just follow me."
Julie followed Peggy up the stairs where she saw hallways of offices and bustling with employees. She looked down. She'd never had a professional job before. Throughout high school, she had worked a dead end job in a grocery store and that was all.
Now, she felt out of place among the throngs of the well dressed office workers. Following Peggy up another flight of stairs, they arrived at a large set of oak doors with large gold handles.
"One sec," Peggy said to Julie with a warm smile.
Julie nodded as Peggy entered the room, returning a few minutes later and ushering Julie inside. Julie found herself entering a large office, seeing a tall and handsome white man with a wide smile.
"Julie Chang," he greeted, extending his large hand, "Kyle Anderson. Pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise," she said, finding herself blushing as she shook his hand.
"Thank you Peggy," he said, Peggy nodding and turning to leave, winking at Julie.
Kyle sat behind his large desk and inviting Julie to sit across from him.
"So, I see here you're applying for marketing. You've got a business degree and experience in advertising. Very interesting."
"Yes," Julie replied just as she had practiced over the past several days, "I'd like to help you expand nationally and then even globally."
Kyle grinned and stood, walking over to a mini bar on the opposite side of the room and pouring them each a glass of bourbon: handing one to her as he sat on the edge of his desk close to her.
"So you really think you could have my movies being streamed across the globe?" he asked, looking at her deeply.
Julie nodded, "I can guarantee it."
She downed her glass and slammed it on the desk, Kyle seemingly impressed. He sat back down and looked over her file once more, Jenny growing more and more nervous as the clock on his desk ticked each second away.
"How old are you?" he finally asked, looking up at her from the file.
"I'm 22," she replied.
"Are you married?" he then asked.
"No," she answered.
"Have you ever been married?"
"No."
"I see," he then said, lighting a cigar, "tell me Julie. How many men have you slept with?"
"Excuse me?" she asked, not offended, merely, surprised at the question.
"Please answer," he said, giving a reassuring smile.
"Well, in total at least 150," she said, "not counting the amount I've given blowjobs too."
"How many blowjobs would you say you've given?"
"Over 500," she answered, "there's a gloryhole spot in my neighborhood I've been working since I was 15."
"Nice nice," Kyle said, writing it down.
"May I ask..." she said, leaning forward and giving him ample view of her cleavage, "... what this has to do with the job?"
Kyle grinned, standing. "Well, one of your references was Jimmy Harwell, one of my friends from school."
"Yes, he was my manager when I worked at Harwell Grocery for 4 years."
