I sit outside, my boss Harold's office nervously waiting to be called in. I'm a paralegal and today Harold and all of the other partners were going to give me my three month performance review.
I am sure there are a few things I could do better, but nothing that could warrant me losing my job. I've been working really hard. I always get projects done on time and I've never missed a day or been late.
I need to keep this job desperately. I'd been laid off my last position and was out of work for three months before finding this. I'd only just got the debt collectors off my back, but I still had a long way to go.
Martina, Harold's assistant who is a leggy blonde in her late thirties walks out and gives me her usual scowl. "They're ready for you,"
I don't understand why she dislikes me so much. I can't see anything in my job performance that could warrant such a bad attitude. The vain part of me thinks it was because I am only twenty and not that far under her on the totem pole.
All the partners wait for me at a long table. Harold, who was fifty and only slightly overweight with salt and pepper hair. Then there was Jacob and Nick, both in their late forties, both blonde and lean, though Jacob was two inches taller and had brown eyes as opposed to Nick's green.
Quinton is a tall man in his thirties with dark hair, blue eyes and a body like he went to the gym everyday. Then there was Frederick, the oldest of all of them at fifty-nine, with thinning gray hair, a ruddy face and a belly pooch.
"Please have a seat," Harold says, motioning to the chair facing the partners. Martina takes her seat in the corner behind them, ready to take notes on her laptop.
"Sasha, you've been working here for three months now. As you know that means we have to give you performance review," Harold says. I nod.
"There have been some complaints," Harold says, opening a file. Shock punches me.
"I don't understand, what kind of complaints?" I ask, bewildered.
"Tardiness, for one" Frederick says, glaring at me.
"That can't be, I've never been late a single day!"
"Not being a team player, lack of courtesy, and failing to get projects done on time." Quinton says, his voice hard as steel.
"I'm sorry, Sasha, but with marks like these we might not be able to keep you on," Frederick says coldly.
I sputter, at a loss for words. I look to Martina, who's is typing furiously at her laptop. She looks up and gives me an evil smirk. Bitch. It had to be her that made all these lies up. Harold gets up and walks behind me.
"We may be willing to give you one last chance, but only if you prove you actually want this job." Harold says soothingly. He places his hands on the tops of my shoulders and massages, letting his fingers drift lower to caress the tops of my breasts through my button up blouse.
I shudder. Of course I knew what he wanted. I wasn't that naive. But I'd never even had sex before. I've never even given a guy head.
Harold grips the bottom of my chin and turns my face up to look up at him. He gives me a vile smile and for the first time he looks truly evil to me.
"What do you say, Sasha? You be nice to me and I make sure you keep your job." His eyes are hard and merciless.
I close my eyes tight, and think hard. I can't afford to lose this job. In the current economy, I was lucky to have it. I can't afford another months long job search. I'd end up homeless. If I had to give up my virginity to him too keep the roof over my head, I'll do it.
"I'll do it," I whisper.
"You'll do what?" Harold asks, gripping my chin tighter.
"I'll do anything you want," I say reluctantly.
Harold forcefully pulls me to my feet. He rips open my shirt, the buttons flying all over. He yanks down my bra roughly and my breasts fall out. He strokes his cock through his pants.
"I always knew your tits would perfect." Harold says in a gruff voice. He suckles on a nipple and grabs a firm handful of my ass.
"Stroke his cock," Jacob said, rubbing his own through his pants.
"Be a good girl," Fredrick says, pushing Martina's mouth onto his cock. She sucks Fredrick off while stroking the thick long shaft of Quinton's cock.
"You can suck my cock while you do it," Nick says, pushing me to my knees and pulling out his massive cock, thrusting it toward my face.
It was all going so fast, I didn't know what to do other than obey. I pull out Harold's thick long dick and rub it up and down while I take Nick's wide cock into my mouth. I hold it in my mouth for a moment until Harold objects.
"That's not how you suck a cock, didn't your mother teach you anything?" Harold growls. He grasps my hair in his strong hand and moves my mouth roughly up and down Nick's cock. Nick moans, and I resent the fact that I kind of like making him feel good with my mouth.
Frederick's pulls down my panties. He shoves his fingers in and out of my pussy while Martina moans and sucks his cock. She moves from his cock to Quinton's without even missing a beat.
"I think we have ourselves a fucking virgin!" Frederick cheers, "I'm gonna get in on this pussy first."
"You can have the honor," Nick says, slamming his cock into my mouth.
Oh no. I don't want to lose my virginity like this. I break away from Nick's cock.
"No, I'm still a virgin!" I protest.
"Oh shit, Fredrick said, teasing my pussy with his huge cock. "I get to pop a cherry, guys!"
