In my early twenties while I was at university, we had a "Not Fussy" party. You know the type of thing. Find a girl that's shall we say is not as glamorous as you'd normally try for. Ply her with booze and see where it leads. Occasional you'll get lucky and find a horny fatty you can slum it with for the night.
Well, that particular night we hit the jackpot. I'd found her studying in the library and started chatting to her. She was a shy chubby redheaded math nerd that was a little awkward and a lot starved of attention. All it took was a little interest and a little flattery and she readily agreed to come along.
Before finishing her first drink I had her up in one of the bedrooms sucking my cock. By the time she was on hands and knees at the end of the bed about to take my cock word had stared to spread about the whore upstairs. Guys were coming up for a look. Some laughed at the site of her big white ass giggling as I fucked her. Others groped at her big tits that had been ripped out of her dress and swung freely beneath her. A couple even took out their cocks out and jerked off, spraying there cum over her.
She just kept throwing her hips back in unison with my cock oblivious to what was going on around her it seemed. Even when I came inside her and my spent cock slipped out of her only to be instantly replaced by a rock-hard cock from one of the guys in the cue that had formed behind me. She just kept throwing her hips back onto whoever's cock was inside her.
By the time she did the half-naked walk of shame in the early hours of the next morning she'd ended up being fucked by nine guys. That was pretty much it. Other than seeing her around campus occasionally and the legend of the whore at the Not Fussy party growing with each new freshman year I never saw her again.
Today I'm thirty-five and run a trucking company. We needed a new person in accounts and I'd been interviewing candidates for a couple of days. My next interview walked in. A tall redhead wearing way too much make-up and a power suit that I'm guessing she had to be poured into because she was definitely trying to burst out of it. She would have been mid to late thirties. A little on the chubbier side than I liked but she looked okay.
It bugged me right from the start that I couldn't put my finger on it. I knew I knew her I just couldn't work out how till it hit me about five minutes in. It had to be her. I went through the motions of the interview and told her we'd be in touch. She was almost at the door when she stopped and turned back.
"You're not going to give this job to a girl like me" she said in a voice resigned to her fate. I mustn't have been as good an actor as I thought. She'd clearly remembered me and sound fairly confident that I'd remembered her. I was lost for words at this stage but before I had a chance to answer she continued.
"I'm not like that anymore, please I really need this job." A long awkward pause followed till I eventually said "pity, I'd be likely to hire you if you were."
