Ch 05 On Salary

I didn't hear from Penny for almost a week. I started to get very nervous. I had bills to pay and I thought about going back to the house to confront Mr. Pink to ask for my money, but I was too embarrassed. What would I say when I showed up if he wasn't there? 'I was here last week and someone named Mr. Pink agreed to pay me 20 thousand dollars if I provided piss drinking services for his dinner guests'? The thought of it made me feel so stupid, but more because I had been so naive to believe someone would actually pay me to drink piss for an evening. I started to feel like I deserved it and that I should just forget about it and move on. I went back to work and tried to focus on my job. If I could get a few extra shifts per week I might be ok.

Almost exactly a week after the dinner party I got a text from Penny. "Hi Love, sorry I've been MIA. I had to travel for a bit, but I'm back now. I have something for you ;) Let me know when you're free."

My knees went weak and I started crying on the spot. I sobbed like an idiot for probably 10 minutes. I texted back, trying to be cool, "Oh hey Penny! I wondered where you went. Hope you had a good trip. I get off work at 6 am and i'll be home at 7 if you want to come by?"

"See you at 7 :)"

I finished my shift and I couldn't barely concentrate. I dropped 2 trays of food, gave one customer an extra $50 in change and almost put my hand into the deep fryer. I told my boss I was just tired but she seemed incredibly annoyed. She said "this can't happen again Penny. Go home and get some sleep and see you tomorrow."

I went home and quickly showered and tried to make myself look nice. I was certain that Penny was going to want to piss in my mouth. Was I actually excited by that? I wasn't sure how I felt.

Just after 7 I heard a knock at my door. I opened the door and Penny walked straight in past me and stood there awkwardly thinking I would give her a hug or a kiss. "Oh, sorry dear," she said and came back to give me a quick peck on the cheek. "It's very nice to see you. You look a bit tired. How was work?"

"Oh, fine. I just... I'm just a bit short on cash at the moment so I took a few extra shifts this week."

"Well, that's my fault. I'm so sorry I didn't call sooner. I had a client in the Bahamas that needed me to fly down immediately. I really should have let you know," she said.

"It's ok, really," I said. I didn't say that I had been eating pasta and the leftovers from customer dinners for the past week.

"Well anyway, your money troubles are now over, dear. Here," she said and handed me an envelope filled with 100s. "Mr. Pink has given you a very nice tip as well." There's thirty thousand in there.

I immediately started to cry. That money could change my life. I was so thankful that I ran over to Penny and gave her a big hug. I think she was a bit moved and maybe didn't realise just how important this money was to me. "Jessie, Jessie... it's ok. You earned every cent."

For some reason I couldn't let go. I continued to hug her, and slowly I was dropping down to my knees, and now I was hugging her waist with my arms wrapped around her bum.

"It's ok," she continued to say and was patting my head. "I'm very happy for you. I know it's been hard for you, but you're ok now. I think you did so well at Mr. Pink's that I have an offer for you. Or it's more of an opportunity. I want to discuss it, but first I need to use the bathroom."

I immediately shot a look up at Penny from my knees and while my face was still wet with tears. I was no longer crying but I was very interested to know what she was going to say next.

"Jessie, I know you. And I know what you want, and need... let's go," she said as she started to hike up her skirt.

"Miss Penny. I've missed you," I whimpered.

"I know darling. Now open up," she said softly.

She intended to piss down my throat. She didn't really ask, but there was an expectation. I didn't protest even a little. I opened my mouth and she straddled my face. She let her stream go and I drank down her piss perfectly without spilling a drop. I could tell she was very impressed.

"I knew you were a natural," she said. "From the moment I met you at the Montague, I could tell I had found someone... special."

"Thank you Miss Penny. I would do anything for you," I said. I felt embarrassed at how pathetic I sounded.

"Ha ha, we'll see dear. As I said, I have an opportunity I wanted to discuss with you," she said.

"Ok, tell me more," I said, very interested.

"Well, my business is growing and my client list is too. I was wondering if you would want to come on salary in a full time role at Penny's Plumbing Services?"

"I don't know what to say? You're really offering me a job? This is so cool!" I said, sounding very uncool I realized.

"Yes, I'm offering you a job," said Penny.

"Wow, amazing! I really hate waitressing if I'm honest. What would you need me to do?" I asked. Although if I had given it more than 3 seconds I'm sure I could have guessed.

"I'm sure you have an idea, but whatever it is you're thinking, you need to open your mind," she said. "You would be my 3rd full time employee. You've already met Shitbox and Gape. Shitbox has been with me full time for just over a year I think, and Gape came onboard with the company about 6 months ago."

This sounded very official, yet so unconventional. Does Shitbox and Gape have an HR file, and do they get performance reviews and KPIs? And what would my role be? Will I work in an office... not likely, I thought.

"I would need you to provide a variety of sexual services to my clients, and occasionally me when training is required. Clients usually expect that my girls are experienced, with rare cases where inexperience is part of the gig," she said.

"So you want me to act as a urinal and provide nyotaimori services? Anything else?" I asked.

"Yes, a lot more. Think broadly. This job requires you to practice any fetish a client may have, with some obvious limits. I don't condone or permit anything illegal. But the theme of my company is that we offer extreme submissive services. There are 1001 dominatrix's out there and the market is flooded, but quite rare to find such attractive, submissive ladies as yourself, Shitbox and Gape."

"I see. So why have you called your company 'Penny's Plumbing Services'?" I asked.

"Well, Jessie, that's because one of the main services we offer... is plumbing services," she said with a big smile. "I'm sure you know what Shitbox does for the company. She's a full-service toilet. She visits clients and eats any and all the shit they can produce. You will learn a lot from her, if you decide to join us at PPS."

"So I would have to learn... to eat shit?" I asked, now getting very nervous. "I'm sorry, I really want to learn from you and I would love to join you at PPS, but the idea of eating shit makes me want to vomit."

"Me too! But, you are also one of the most submissive people I have ever met," she said.

"Am I?" I was honestly surprised.

"Yes, you are. Here, I'll prove it," she said. "Lick my boots."

She was right. I didn't protest. I immediately knelt down and started licking her boots.

"And this is why I think you could be great. Not everyone can eat shit, but I believe you can, because I'm asking you to. It's taken Shitbox a long time to get to where she is today. But now she's making a very good salary. She's got a 401k, a mortgage and she's married. Her husband is lovely, you'll meet him. She said she may like to retire one day to start a family, but I'm not so sure. Deep down I don't think she will ever leave the business, but at least with PPS we don't allow recordings so if one ever decides to leave there will be no evidence left behind, apart from your sordid memories."

"I really don't think I could do that Miss Penny. Drinking piss is one thing, but eating shit. Honestly, the thought of it makes me sick." I can't imagine anything more degrading.

"Yes, I know, believe me. The thought of eating shit is absolutely repulsive to me. I cannot understand how Shitbox can allow someone to do that to her, but somehow she has grown to love it. And Jessie, I think you have it in you as well. It's a personality trait, a calling and a deep sexual need in you."

"Thank you, I guess?" I said, a bit confused.

"I like to follow the trends. It hasn't always been this way. It's only in the past few years I've noticed a profound interest in toilet slavery. Before that bondage was really in fashion. And before that it was group sex and voyeurism. My job is to cater to the whims of the rich and grow my business, and I think you would be perfect. I will teach you as well."

"So would I quit my job at the restaurant?" I asked. Was I seriously considering this?

"Ha ha, yes darling. I would need you to quit. This is a full time role and you will be on-call for jobs with at least 24 hours' notice. But I think you will appreciate the pay package. I can offer you $250,000 per year, and a $30,000 budget for clothes, accessories and any other training you feel you require to do your job. And as with any job, you can quit when you like, no strings attached," Penny said smiling. "It's pretty good, right? It's a big salary, but I think you're worth it."

As she was talking I realized that I had already decided to join PPS. Her faith in me was intoxicating. No one had ever told me I was good at anything or that I had any worth at all. She was right that I could perform nyotaimori and that I could drink almost unlimited piss, so maybe she's right about this too? I was repulsed by piss drinking and look at me now.

Anyway, I wasn't about to negotiate but I also didn't want to expose just how excited I was. She was telling me that I was worth something and I couldn't say no. Two hundred and fifty thousand was more money than I had made up to this point in my life. But I thought I had better ask a few more questions to show that I was thinking about it. I didn't want her to think I was desperate.

"So when can I start?" I said. Nope, that was the wrong question!

"Lovely, I'm so excited for you to join us! You can start right away if you like. If you have a notice period at work, that's fine too. Just let me know," she said casually.

"Of course," I said. I pulled out my phone and started texting.

"Oh, I don't need to know now dear. Take your time," Penny said.

"No, it's fine. I'm done. My boss just replied and said she's happy for today to be my last day," I said. I didn't bother telling Penny the story of how my shift ended after I got her text. I don't think the fact that I'm emotionally compromised and obsessed with Penny is relevant to my new job.

"That's wonderful! This calls for a celebration. Shall we go out for a drink?"

"I would love to, but it's 8 am. I don't know where we would go," I said.

"That's ok, I'll just have some water, then I'll be able to give you a drink in a bit. I have work to do anyway, but I have an idea. Your first job as my newest employee is to provide a seat for me to work. You need to get some experience with cunnilingus and anilingus. We'll start with my pussy. Let's sit over there on your couch."

She was wasting no time at all, and while I was very tired, the idea of licking Penny's pussy while she worked was really turning me on.

"Now lie your head down there on the couch with your legs up and over the back. I'll straddle and kneel over your face to give you the right access. Start slow and gentle. I'll be here working on my laptop. Focus on my clitorus, but don't forget to line the lips and trace around the edges. Make me want it."

My mind was racing, I kept thinking about what I would buy with my first paycheck. In mid thought about a new car she descended onto my face. I flicked her clit with my tongue and I could feel my pussy juices flowing. I started to massage my clit through my pants, but when Penny saw me doing that she swatted my hand away. "I can tell you like that, and that will make your job a lot easier, but you must abstain. It's important for the customer to know that he or she is the most important person in the interaction and that you aren't thinking about your pleasure. It won't always be like this, but it's a good training exercise."

It was very difficult but I think I did well. I continued like this for a long time and in moments I was thinking to myself just how lucky I was to get a job that actually paid me to have sex. I can't wait to tell Jodi. But I wondered how often I would need to eat shit. I immediately felt nauseous just thinking about it.

"Now let's try some asshole work. I want you to flip around and I'll sit on your face. It's the same idea. I want you to go slow at first, and begin to probe inside. I'm sorry, I haven't had a wash this morning so it may be a bit tangy, but hey, it's good practice, right babe?"

"Hmmph hmmm," I said. Then I pushed her ass up a bit and said "it's actually not so bad Miss Penny. It's a bit salty, but it also feels a bit sexy," I said.

"Well thank you, and I'm very glad to hear that," she said.

I continued along and then when my mouth was open, she farted, with no warning. My cheeks expanded and I wanted to push her off, but I knew that this was a test. And it didn't taste nearly as bad as Roland's fart, but I still couldn't handle it.

"Hold it, and breathe it in. This is part of your training. Many clients are into this if you can believe it." I did as she asked and my lungs could tell this wasn't right. I started coughing and I pushed her off.

"It's ok dear, this is why we train. But it's important you get this right. Here, I've got another one coming. Get on your knees and get your nose right up against my asshole," she said. This is definitely the less glamorous and sexy part of the job. I have to keep my salary in mind and remember that lots of people have shitty jobs (none quite as shitty as mine, but still.)

I placed my nose up into her butt crack and she let out a slow fart. She said "now breathe it in slowly. I know this can be difficult, or so I've heard, but you must try to internalize the feeling and connect this to your sexual desire. Why don't you touch yourself while doing this to make the connection. We are going to rewire your brain, and over time you will start to crave this."

I had serious doubts that I would ever crave this, but I started rubbing my clit and on a deep level I had some understanding of what she was saying. I guess that's how anyone can develop a deep fetish for something, by connecting sexual feelings with the act.

"Very good. You're doing great Jessie. Or perhaps we should find you a new name now that you're officially part of PPS. It has to be degrading, of course. How about 'Fart'? What do you think?"

"I don't think I like it, Miss Penny," I said honestly.

"That's ok. I like it. You can still call yourself Jessie of course, but clients and your colleagues will know you as Fart, as a matter of professionalism," she said.

That sounded so ridiculous. 'Fart' sounds the opposite of professional, but she was paying me a huge amount of money so 'Fart' it is.

"Ok, sounds good, Miss Penny. Thank you," I said, feigning sincerity.

"You're welcome, Fart. Glad to have you on board," she said. "Now get your tongue back in my ass."