Office Slut: Anything for a (Blow) Job: The Office Slut, #1

By Justine Snowe

Beverly has been out of work for months, but she hopes her luck has turned around when she spots an ad for an 'Executive Morale Officer'. When she lands the interview, however, she learns the truth: they're looking to hire an office slut to suck and **** the dozen and a half hot young men who work for the firm! Her interview: to give the best, dirtiest, most mind-blowing ****job of her life! Hot!

Excerpt

Shawn had a copy of my resume on his desk. He picked it up and began to read it, but I caught his eyes on my thighs for just a moment. “I like what I’ve seen very much so far,” he said as he skimmed through the resume. “What do you think so far?”

“Oh, it’s marvelous. It looks like a wonderful place to work.” I answered honestly, smiling sweetly and batting my eyelashes at him. I had a feeling that naively ignoring his innuendo would just leave him wanting more. “I do have one question, though: what exactly is an Executive Morale Officer?”

He smiled, and put down my resume. “That is a very good question. Very few businesses hire anyone for this position, so it’s no surprise that you’ve never heard of it. As I said before, we take very good care of our employees. Not only do we pay well above industry standards, we also provide comprehensive benefits to everyone who works here.”

“The Executive Morale Officer is an extension of that. When we keep everyone happy, we put out the innovative, record-breaking work we’re famous for in the industry. We hire the best, and we expect the best of them.”

“However, all of these driven, professional young men put in very long hours, and as a result, certain aspects of their personal lives go unfilled. The purpose of the Executive Morale Officer is to keep these young men fulfilled and satisfied.”

He stopped speaking, and looked at me expectantly. I stared back at him wide-eyed, my cheeks flushed and hot. “Do you mean, sexually?” I asked, dropping the naïve routine that I had very mistakenly adopted.

“Yes, I do,” he replied. After a moment, he smiled again, probably because I hadn’t turned him down. My head swam. Is he seriously hiring someone to be the office slut? I felt conflicted, but my **** flooded at the thought of it, and lust burned in my belly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Justine Snowe
• Release date: Nov 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516393688

Justine Snowe

When not selling clothing, Justine writes steamy stories about taking it off. She lives in Madison, Wisconsin with her husband, her cat, and her puppy.

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Office Slut: Anything for a (Blow) Job

The Office Slut, Volume 1

Justine Snowe

Published by Justine Snowe, 2015.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

OFFICE SLUT: ANYTHING FOR A (BLOW) JOB

First edition. November 22, 2015.

Copyright © 2015 Justine Snowe.

Written by Justine Snowe.

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Okay. Well, thank you for your time. I hung up the phone and sighed, then picked up my pen and drew an ‘X’ through the last circle on the page. I had found twenty-one jobs that I could do in this week’s paper, and now I had twenty-one crossed-out circles. I had called every one of them asking about the listing they had posted, and each one blew me off – we’re looking for someone with more experience, we’ve decided to promote from within, we’re no longer looking to fill that position. While each response was different, the answer was always the same: look somewhere else.

I slumped over in my chair and placed my forehead on the table, eliciting a small thump that blended in with the murmuring conversations of the other café patrons. Megan reached out and squeezed my hand in hers reassuringly. It’s okay, Bev. That place probably sucked anyhow.

I looked up at her, resting my chin on my forearm. Yeah, but they paid. Not great, but I don’t need great right now. I’ll settle for meager; it would still be a step up.

How long have you been looking? Megan asked.

Sixteen weeks tomorrow, I replied glumly.

You know what they say – the seventeenth time’s the charm! Megan smiled at me brightly. She said it with such enthusiasm and confidence that I almost believed someone, somewhere had actually said that at one point. I started to laugh a genuine laugh, something I hadn’t done in a while. It was all too easy to get depressed and mired in the constant rejection, but I knew I could always count on sweet Megan, my best friend, to cheer me up.

You’re right, I replied. She nodded eagerly in agreement, and I smirked. "I can’t stop now.