Melissa's New Position

"Do you have any other qualifications than those listed here, Ms Matthews?"

The question was always the same. Her resume was not very impressive, and each time she heard the question, she became more aware of just how much being with Roger had cost her. It had seemed like such a great deal, his having money and not wanting her to work. Autonomy had seemed unimportant, and for the most part she had been able to do whatever she wanted. Not going to college was no big deal, and never having a job seemed like an accomplishment.

Her only job had been to make him happy. Often that involved sex, but she liked sex pretty well. Although it was pretty much his needs and tastes that were what was important, it was seldom really bad for her. Overall, she had it made.

Until, after almost five years, Roger had become tired of her. He had thrown her out with nothing. She was not actually married to him, and had no claim to his wealth. The ruthlessness that made him successful in his business was turned against her, and she was left with nothing. Literally the clothes that she was wearing and those that she could pack in a suitcase. She had enough money to pay for a hotel for a week or so, and could use a taxi if she needed to in order to interview for jobs.

Only that was all that happened. Interview. When they found out that she had no real job experience or even any education, she was told that there was nothing there for her. She had no marketable skills. And she was down to her last few dollars. She would have to walk back to her hotel, and could only stay there for about two more days.

It was with great interest that she heard herself say "Well, I'm told I give a pretty good blow job."

Mr. Stewart paused, looked up at her, with an eyebrow slightly raised, and said "Really. Do you have any other skills or abilities that are not on your resume?"

"Actually, I'm good in bed in general. I have a good figure, and I am pretty tight." She had not rehearsed this, had not even thought about it, really. The anxiety about her situation seemed to have pushed her, but having said it, it did kind of make sense. If she could get a position as a personal assistant or secretary that included being something of a fringe benefit in the sex department, she would certainly have job security. And job security looked better to her now than she ever imagined it could. Really the only area that she had received any compliments from Roger in years was in the area of sexual performance. Perhaps she'd be able to secure her employment that way.

She was starting to feel like she had not really said such an outrageous thing, that plenty of secretaries gave a bit extra for special treatment or bonuses, when Mr Stewart said "When you first came in and I reviewed your qualifications, I was sure that we would have no position for you. However, these qualities that are not on your resume, let's say that those might lead to some possibilities. Would you please remove your clothing? I would like to examine your assets without the interference they provide."

Melissa felt stunned, frozen. This was real. Her prospective employer had shown interest in her offer, and had made the reasonable request for her to disrobe. She looked at the door.

"No one will come into my office uninvited." Mr Stewart said.

Slowly she stood up. She looked down. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but it sort of seemed like she was more of an observer as she watched herself, in what seemed like slow motion, first remove her heels. In her stockings, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, still looking at the floor. She removed it, and folded it neatly, putting it on the chair she had been sitting in. She was terrified. She then unfastened her skirt, allowing it to drop to the floor, then, deciding to fold it, too, she reached down to retrieve it. She looked up at Mr. Stewart as she picked up the skirt. He was looking at her, expressionless, and she looked away. She stood again, this time reaching around behind her back and unfastened her bra. Her full breasts bounced a little once they were freed, and quivered slightly as she stood there catching her breath. It seemed to be a little difficult to do that, catch her breath. She placed her bra on the pile of clothes she was making, though there was little effort to fold it.

After a moment, she removed her nylons, bending at the waist, reaching down to her toes. She almost lost her balance as she removed them from her feet, and that made her feel even more exposed than she felt already. She stood, folded the stockings, laid them on the pile, and took a breath. She then put her thumbs in her panties and quickly slid them down to her ankles. She deposited them on the chair as well, stood up tall, and looked at Mr. Stewart. She felt like she had passed some sort of test, though she was not sure whose test it was or even what sort of test. She did make eye contact, and that felt almost defiant. And she was terrified.

Melissa had crossed the line. She was stark naked in front of a total stranger. Her breasts were again quivering slightly. They were very attractive breasts, and they stood up pretty much on their own, which was somewhat surprising since they were not small breasts. She was proud of them. Her nipples had begun to get hard. There was a tightness there that embarrassed her some, and the more she became aware of that the more embarrassed she became. She again looked down.

"Please, turn around slowly."

She did so, with as much grace as she could muster. Her nude form was as though sculpted, not so thin as to be out of proportion, nowhere any noticeable fat. Her waist was narrow enough to accentuate her hips, and her breasts were in perfect proportion to the rest of her.

"You are right. You do have an attractive body. Very attractive. If you are as correct about your other claims, I may be able to offer you something. Would you like to demonstrate one of your blow jobs?"

He stood there, not harsh or mean, very pleasant in fact, though still with little expression. Much like an interviewer would. Which he was. And again, she was stunned by realization of what she had gotten herself into. If she could not give this man a blow job, what was she doing here standing naked in the center of his office? She looked out of the window. They were on the 32nd floor, and so there was really no way that anyone could see in, but the fact that she could see out still made her feel even more exposed and vulnerable. She again looked at the door, but said nothing. Neither did he. He just stood there, legs slightly parted, in a white shirt and tie, and a tailor-cut pair of slacks. She approached him slowly, looking him in the eyes only for a moment before looking down.

It was clear that he had begun to get an erection, and that gave her some sense of confidence. At least he was interested. Slowly, she dropped down and sat on her heels. She unfastened his belt, and then the button of his waistband. She unzipped the zipper, and then gently, slowly, pulled his slacks down to his ankles. She paused, and as she did, he stepped out of his trousers, slipping his shoes off in the process. She picked the slacks up, folded them, and placed them on the chair with her clothing. She pulled his boxers down, and his erection, larger than Roger's, popped out at her. She was slightly startled, but folded his boxers as well before turning back to him. He removed his tie, and she stood to unbutton his shirt. As she discussed so, the tip of his erection touched her belly. She removed his shirt, folded it and placed it on the pile. She dropped back to her knees, face to face with his erection.

It had grown some since she stood to remove his shirt, and now seemed very hard and rigid. There were veins all around it, thick and pronounced. It was longer and somewhat bigger around than Roger's. She had only seen one penis in her life, Roger's, and it was about 5 ½, maybe 6 inches long and kind of skinny. The way Roger talked about it led her to believe that his was about as large as men got. She had simply thought that was what all of them looked like but that was clearly not the case. This one was at least two inches longer, and was also somewhat thicker. Her confidence in her oral skills was much diminished from what it was when she boasted of them just a little while ago. She was wondering if she could do this.

She held the base of it and kissed the very tip, licking away the little pearl of dew that had risen there. The shaft was hard, but the head was kind of soft, almost rubbery feeling. She stuck out her tongue and teased the hole, then sucked on the tip some, swirling her tongue around the circumference. She then eased the head into her mouth. She became somewhat afraid that with it being as large and as hard as it was, she would be unable to deliver what she had said she could do. She had to do it, though. If she could not get a job very soon, she was going to be in big trouble. The panic in the back of her mind had become much more a part of her conscious thought in the last couple days. She licked his tip, tasting the pre-com again forming there. He tasted clean and she licked his cock down the sides.

She placed it back in her mouth, licking and sucking the head and the first couple inches. She tried to work it into the back of her mouth, but she immediately started to gag on it. She panicked a little. What if she could not do this? Seriously, she thought, you cannot even suck a cock? You have no skills of any other kind, and you cannot even suck a cock.

That panic and those thoughts combined to make her try again, forcing herself to put as much of him in her mouth as she could. Her eyes were watering and her nose was running as she tried to get him in. Her jaw was starting to ache as she kept her mouth open enough so that she did not touch his penis with her teeth. She tried to get her tongue out of the way, sticking it out some, but that did not get her lips to the clump of hair that waited for her at the base. She withdrew, licking the head again. She then pushed in deeper, this time feeling the head at the back of her throat. Her eyes began to water and she started to gag. She willed herself to not gag. Instead, she pulled her head back, and licked around his balls and the base of his cock. Having caught her breath, she went back for another mouthful. She reached behind him, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and holding her breath she pushed his hard member as far down her throat as she could. Her eyes filled with tears. She almost touched her nose in his pubic hair, and she pulled out long enough to breathe before she pushed him all the way in. His cock was actually in her throat and her nose was buried in his curly dark hair. She withdrew before she began to gag again. Her eyes were running tears.

He had begun to make small noises as she licked on him, but when she forced him down her throat, he started making a groaning sound from deep in his throat. She found this encouraging and swallowed him deep again, this time sucking hard on him as she withdrew. She alternated between slurping on the head of his cock and taking him deep, and his breathing began to get heavier and heavier. She began to thrust his cock deep and pull nearly out followed by another deep thrust. Her pace increased as her excitement did, and her excitement did as his did.

He seemed to shake slightly and she felt his balls to best gauge when he would go off. She kept up her sucking and fondling his balls lightly, and soon she felt him begin to build up. His cock became even more turgid and his balls clenched up. She gave him one last deep thrust, and then backed off so that only the head remained in her mouth. She was rewarded with a gush of cum, and then another, and another. She was prepared, and was able to block her throat so as not to choke, and then she began to swallow as much as she could. She was amazed at the quantity of his cum, and while she swallowed nearly all of it, there was a thin strand that leaked from the side of her mouth. It stretched slowly to her right breast, where it made a small puddle. After the level of activity that had been going on up till that point, the stillness seemed quiet and peaceful.

She sucked him until his spasms stopped, and then licked him all over to make sure that she hadn't missed any. She set back on her heels, and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his breathing slowing down, his cock still half erect and rising and falling with each breath. It was a long moment before he opened his eyes.

"If you are as correct about the rest of what you said about your talents as you were about a pretty good blow job, I'm pretty certain we can use you. You will have to report to the nurse's office to have a physical, but we can start you as soon as you're ready."

He began to get dressed, but she only stood, waiting for more. When he said nothing more, she asked "What will my position be?"

"I imagine the position you were in a few minutes ago, mostly."

"Do you mean-"

"Our company has from time to time had employees who functioned as sexual playthings for those executives who earn the privilege of their services. We have a resort on an island off the coast, and you would work there. Those executives who are the most successful are rewarded with a day, a weekend or even a week at the resort. The woman who had that position has since moved on, so you could begin working right away."

Melissa was stunned. She had thought of doing a little sexual stuff on the side, to sweeten the deal should anyone have any doubts about how sincere she as about needing a job. She had never considered becoming a sexual plaything. Whatever that was. She was still thinking when he continued.

"Your salary would be only $1000.00 a week, but remember that you would have no expenses. All living arrangements, food, medical care, and so on are provided. In fact, you will essentially have $52,000.00 saved by the end of a year. Actually, you'll probably have a good bit more than that, since there are often bonuses and tips for particularly good work. The last woman, Donna, left the position with nearly $250,000.00 after working for less than two years. She went out and opened herself a business and is doing well with it, I hear. I think she has a dress shop or something. She comes by now and then to say hello."

Melissa's head was spinning. Only a thousand dollars a week. There was a storm of ideas and emotions going on within her. She had not planned on becoming a prostitute, and that was pretty much what this was. Yet, she was really frightened by her situation and the few dollars she had left. Especially in the context of having had so many rejections in her efforts to get a job. The idea of making $52,000.00 a year was very exciting, especially when she could put the whole thing into savings. She could get on her feet in a much shorter time than she had dared to hope. And the possibility of that much again or more in "tips."

Of course, there was the fact that she would spend quite a bit of time on her knees, and on her back, getting there. Still, she would not have to worry about getting a house, and if meals were provided, all she would have to worry about was clothing herself.

"What would I have to do?"

"Basically, whatever you are told to do. There are strict prohibitions on any physical violence or serious pain. No one will actually harm you. You will be expected to comply with any requests for sexual activity. Most of those coming to the resort will be what you might call power executives, and so they like to be in control. Many of them like things like bondage or domination, so you can be expect to be tied up some. Spanked and the like at times. No one will do anything extreme with you though, unless of course you agree to do a scene with someone. That is your choice. You will not have the choice to refuse sex, however. That is part of the job description. To refuse would probably do you little good anyway, since most of these men have worked pretty hard to get the opportunity to come to the resort, and would not tolerate "no" very well. You could quit, though you would be expected to work out at least four weeks notice.

"You can expect to be busy some times and not busy at others. Mostly, expect to be fucked quite a bit for a while, and then have a while off. People will come for various lengths of stay, and sometimes more visits than others. Many times someone will come just a day, or just a weekend. Other times it may be as long as a week. It could be an individual, or a group. The time when there are no guests you are free to do what you like with, since you will be off duty, so to speak. Which is not so bad when you are on a tropical island. There is a man there who runs the resort all the time. His name in Ron. He cooks and tends to whatever needs done. Other people go to help sometimes when there is a lot to do.

"There are lots of activities for those who have earned a trip to the resort, such as serious fishing, some boating, jet skis and the like. You would be one of the activities that prove to be the most interesting to most, though. It is very motivating for most people to earn a trip that includes an all-you-can-eat sexual buffet. This whole resort is there for the motivation it provides. And it provides a great deal of motivation, especially when there is someone filling your position. Do you want it?"

"Are there particular hours involved?"

"When you are on duty, that is when there are guests, you are expected to be available 24 hours a day, though obviously no one could actually use you that much. There will be at least one, and seldom more than five guests."

"And I can quit if I don't like it?"

"With four week's notice."

"And I can start right away?"

"As long as you pass the physical. All employees, especially guests to the resort, are checked for any health problems that might be passed on that way, if you know what I mean."

Her mind was reeling. Much of what he said had did not really register, really. She did latch onto the STD business. She had not even though of STD's, but as soon as he said that everyone must be clean, she felt more relaxed. Here she was stark naked in a stranger's office, her mascara a mess, the taste of his cum in her mouth, thinking about accepting a job being a sexual plaything, though she wasn't really even sure what that was. Still, it was the best offer that she'd gotten so far. And there was really not another alternative she could see at the moment. And there was a decided moistness between her thighs. She was both frightened and excited, relieved and tense as she finally responded, her voice barely a whisper, "I'll take the job."