I looked in the mirror again to make sure I looked good enough for the interview. Lexi had come over and done my hair. She had done a great job. I decided to wear one of my black dresses. The plunging neckline was just enough to show a good amount of cleavage without being too over the top. It stopped just above my thighs, with a simple cross of my legs it revealed just enough of my thighs. I was planning to use all that I could to make sure I got the job. I was tired of driving around town, and a stable job and a new apartment would give me a foothold when I wanted to talk to Timothy.
As I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, admiring how my boots looked, there was a knock on the door. I grabbed my coat and pulled it around me. I didn't want everyone to see me like this, especially after what happened with Leon.
"Ready?" Chris said as I opened the door.
"Yes," I replied turning and locking the door. I couldn't wait to leave this place. There had been two robberies in the area since I moved in. Timothy would never allow the kids to visit me here.
Chris opened the passenger door of his car and closed it as I got in. "Thank you again," I said as he got in.
"No problem," he smiled at me as we started driving.
"You could have given me directions, and I would have driven there myself," I said looking over at him.
"It's no problem, it's my day off, and I have to go there to pick up my bonus check," Chris shrugged.
I nodded as I looked at the area. I had driven in this area before while on my rideshare. I saw the big sign of the distribution center. Chris pulled into the gate. A large man in a white security uniform stopped the car as we got close.
"Hey Chris," the man said. "Thought you were off?"
"Yeah," Chris nodded. "Picking up my check, and the lady here has an interview."
"Okay," the man nodded.
We rolled forward, and Chris parked his car behind the building. "Employees are supposed to park in the back," Chris said.
"Got it," I nodded as I went to open the door.
"Wait, you were seriously going to leave me?" Chris said as he smiled at me.
"I thought you were coming in?" I smiled back.
"I am, but you need to do something first," Chris grinned as he looked down at his crotch.
"You're serious?" I said folding my arms.
"Leon told us about your little problem," Chris said with a toothy grin.
"Forget it," I shook my head. "I will go in and ..."
"And what?" Chris said staring at the building. It was large with trucks parked all around it. "Where is the entrance? Which office do you go into? Who is doing the interview? Which department?"
I let go of the handle of the door. "Fuck you," I shouted at him.
"Your mouth is saying that but your eyes, they are saying something else," Chris said.
He was right of course. My thoughts were to leave the car, but the other side of me wanted to suck him dry. I had turned into something I couldn't recognize anymore. Even after the night with Leon, I wanted to fuck all five of them.
"Well," Chris said as he pulled down his zipper and held his hard dick.
"And I get the interview, no other demands?" I said trying to make a reason in my head for doing what he wanted even though I would have done it without the interview.
"Sure," Chris nodded.
I pulled my hair back and out of the way as I leaned forward. The moment the head of his dick entered my mouth all of the negative thoughts rushed out of my mind. All I wanted to do was suck him dry.
"Holy shit girl," Chris said as he leaned back. "You going to town on that dick."
He wasn't wrong. I bounced my head faster, making sure I got all of his dick in my mouth. I licked the tip as I looked up at him, his eyes told it all. I was sure his wife never sucked his dick anymore. I made sure I made loud, sloppy noises as I sucked him down to the bottom and all the way back up.
"Damn," Chris said.
I knew he was going to cum. He didn't last as long as I thought. 'Another disappointment,' I thought to myself. Just as he started to cum, I pulled my mouth away from his cock.
"What the hell?" Chris yelled as his cum landed on his lap.
"You said you wanted me to suck it," I shrugged at him. "You said nothing about swallowing."
"Bitch!" Chris said as he tried to clean himself. "I got to meet the wife and the kids in a few minutes."
"Should have thought about that before, now you going to keep your word or..."
"Go inside that door," Chris said as he pointed to one of the side doors, "Ask for Mitchell. Now get the fuck out."
I smiled as I got out the car. I knew Chris would get over it. I am sure he would tell the others, and hopefully, that put any thoughts of them trying to make me out to be their private slut out of their minds.
When I walked into the building, the atmosphere was static. Everyone seemed to be keeping to themselves. I stepped forward to what looked like the main desk.
"Hello," the man behind the desk said.
"I am here for an interview with Mitchell?" I replied.
"Yes," the man said as he looked down at a sheet of paper. "Fill these out and sit right over there, and someone will be with you shortly."
Shortly turned into nearly an hour. I thought they might have forgotten about me until a lady walked up to me. She apologized for the long wait. I followed her down many hallways — each with people in small cubicles or offices.
I entered a small office and was directed to wait for Mitchell. I sighed as the lady left the office. Hopefully, I wouldn't be waiting for too long.
My hopes were dashed after I looked up at the clock and saw that I had been waiting for half an hour. I was near to walking out and finding my way home when a man came dashing into the office.
"I am so sorry," he said as he took a seat across from me. He looked over at my papers. "Well," he said as he sat back in his chair. "Looks, like you have some experience."
I nodded as I looked at him. He was handsome, not in the usual attractive way but in the movie star handsome. He reminded me of the actor that played Doctor Strange in those comic movies. I pulled myself back from staring at this attractive specimen in front of me.
"Yes," I replied as I told him about my past experiences. He nodded at me as I talked. It wasn't until I had stopped talking that I noticed he was staring at my cleavage. I smiled as I gently coughed letting him know I had stopped talking.
"Sorry," he said as he brought his eyes up to meet mine.
"It happens," I shrugged. Which was the truth, my girls had that effect on most men, especially when I wore things that made them noticeable. I leaned forward pushing them against the table. It had the desired effect as Mitchell began to shift in his chair.
"Well," Mitchell coughed as he tried to keep his calm. "I will pass the information over to Kendall," he said as he stood up. I noticed a slight bulge in his pants as he walked past me.
I shifted in my seat as I prepared for the next victim. "Okay, girls," I said as I pushed my boobs up.
"Hi," a voice said from behind me.
"Hi," I said turning around quickly. It wasn't a man but a tall, thin lady.
"I am Kendall," she said as she offered her hand. "I will be showing you around and getting the rest of your information."
"Of course," I said with slight disappointment in my voice.
Kendall was harsh. She didn't let up with the questions. Even though Mitchell had approved of my application, it seemed Kendall would be my direct supervisor. After another hour I left the building with a full-time job, but not close to the wage I wanted, but it was four hours of work. I would still need to do some of the rideshare but not as much.
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After three months I had finally convinced my ex-husband to sit down and talk with me about our children. I sat nervously in the coffee shop that was close to his workplace. It had been a long journey to get here. My job was a pain. Kendall, my supervisor, had been a pain in my side since day one. She did everything in her power to make sure I never got to speak or see Mitchell. She knew if I talked or saw him that I could use my assets to get a better wage or possibly move to another area.
Other women made it clear what they thought of me. Most of them thought I was just there to get a paycheck while others thought I wouldn't last as long as I had. The men, on the other hand, saw me as a pair of big tits and a fat ass. It wasn't my fault I was built like this, and as much money as I was putting away to get a better apartment, I thought I would have started losing weight from not eating as much.
"Hello," a voice startled me.
"Timothy," I smiled as he sat across from me, "Harrison," I said with a bit of reluctance.
"Don't worry," Harrison said as he sat at the table. "I am only here for both of your benefits. As I told Tim, I am not choosing sides."
Harrison had been our family friend and lawyer. I nodded as he set his briefcase down. "First," Harrison said as he looked at both of us. "It's good that you two have decided to meet and talk, most don't even try to talk it out before they are in court."
"We don't want to go to court," Timothy stated.
I nodded. "We can settle this between us."
"Good," Harrison nodded.
What followed for the next half hour was legal talk. There was some disagreement between Timothy and me, but in the end, we agreed that he would not leave the state without written consent from me. I would not have the children over to my apartment until I found a better and safer environment. Also, I was always to have someone else there. Timothy still did not trust me. I agreed to it because he had the right to not trust me after what I had done.
I held my breath as Timothy picked up his phone. I asked him if I could hear my girls.
"Hi Daddy," I heard Sarah say as his sister put the phone near them.
"Hi sweetie, I am here with your mom, you ready to say hi?" Timothy asked.
There was no answer. I nodded that it was okay. "Can you wave to her for me?" he asked. "Okay, thank you."
Timothy turned the phone around so I could see my girls. Sarah and Sandra, my two twins. I waved silently at them, and they waved back. I blew them a kiss, but they didn't respond.
"It's okay," I nodded. "Thank you for the wave. I love you both."
"Daddy?" Sarah said.
Timothy turned the phone back around, and I burst into tears. I had hurt them. Something I promised I never would do. I got up and left the coffee shop. Tears flowed from my eyes like a flood.
"Breathe," a voice said from behind me. I looked at Harrison.
"I'm a monster," I said as I cried into his shoulders.
"They are six years old, they don't understand," Harrison said. "Jacob still wants to see his mom."
