Paid & Laid: The Interview: The Paid & Laid Series, #1

By Nadia Nightside

"I'll do anything for money..."

Fresh out of college, the voluptuous Shannon just can't get a break. She lost her job; she can barely afford food; the woman who raised her is sick and they're too poor to pay for medicine; and on top of all that, Shannon hasn't had sex in years. She used to be a sexual dynamo in college, thanks to her busty frame and wild desires, but she put her nose to the grindstone to focus on grades. Finally, some luck shines through—a job interview with huge corporation Constant Enterprises!

But they have some very STRANGE hiring practices…and Shannon finds out that she'll do ANYTHING for a job. She has to face incredibly intimate, erotic "interviews," with each one leaving her more turned on and lusty-brained than the last. The first is with a gorgeous, seductive woman; the second is with a very "well-equipped" hunk; and the last "interview" is with a whole board of studly corporate executives who are desperate to be inside her! What's more—no one seems to care that her fertile body has no protection! With all her sexual desires reawakening, Shannon finds that she's desperate to be the very model of a subservient, sex-happy employee.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Midnight Publishing
• Release date: Apr 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9798223902096

Nadia Nightside

I've never been a big fan of rules, and reality is far too full of them. My fun little stories are the one place where you'll know the rules will never get in the way of your pleasure. Bad guys and gals win, sultry evil goddesses seduce and corrupt heroes (only to become their wicked servants, of course), bullies get the hottest babes, billionaires revel in their power over plebes; it's my fantasy to bring your power fantasies to life. Women become seductive sirens or giggly sex bombs (either way, they're deliciously fertile); men are dangerously-endowed studs or supremely lucky regular guys; arrogant and regal supernatural beauties who can melt steel with a glance go weak at the knees at the thought of their Man and His Pleasure; and best of all, the worlds these characters live in are places where nothing is better than a hot, mating rut with as many partners as possible. Patreon Subscribers Support Me and Receive Exclusive Stories and Early Access to New Releases: https://www.patreon.com/nadianightside Please consider signing up for the Nadia Nightside Newsletter for news of special discounts and THREE exclusive free stories--including one novella-length biker gang romp!--that you won't get anywhere else: http://eepurl.com/gWe2EH

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Author's Note: All Characters Depicted Herein Are 18 Years Of Age Or Older.

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IN THE CORPORATE BOARD room, one big, handsome man pulled my hair. Another slapped me on my ass. Still another tugged at my tight dress, fingers sliding over my heavy bust. They all jeered and laughed, cheering me on as I approached the table. They each knew exactly what they were going to do to my body; they all knew exactly what I was made for.

They were going to use me in every way they could possibly imagine, and I was going to cheer them on as they did it.

Even with how excited I was (or maybe because of how excited I was), I could hardly believe I was in this situation.

I was about to get a job, after months of searching and trying. Months of nearly starving myself and feeling completely hopeless.

And the way I was going to get that job was by having a room full of businessmen in sharp, hot suits drill my busty, beautiful body.

They all surrounded me—tall and handsome. The kind of businessmen you see on magazine covers. Rugged five o’clock shadows. They filled out their suits well. A few started taking off their jackets, revealing their sexy muscles beneath the thin cloth of their crisp, white shirts. Most of them were older than me, but some of them were around my age, in their twenties. They all eyed my curves and long red hair lasciviously.

Soon, with them cheering me on and with me smiling every step of the way, I climbed onto the board room table and spread my limbs out. I put myself on display willingly. I wanted them to look at my body. I wanted them to enjoy me.

Two men, burly and smelling of thick, musky lust, held me down with strong hands on my legs and arms, but they didn’t need to.

I wanted this.

I had wanted this all along.

I’ll do anything for a job.

The first man approached. He was tall, his frame bulky underneath the tight confines of his suit. Slowly, he lowered his pants, keeping his shirt and suit jacket on. I moaned with anticipation. I wanted him so badly. The area between my thighs was absolutely soaking.

He could do anything to me. They all could. I’d go along with all of it. And I’d be lying if I said I wanted it just because I needed the job they would give me. I wanted it because I wanted them. I wanted all of them inside me. I wanted that as soon as possible.

But, perhaps I should back up.

After all, it was no easy road to get here. I had to come around to the correct mode of thinking. I had to learn what a sexual dynamo I truly am, and that was no easy journey.

JUST A FEW DAYS BEFORE, I stood at the grocery store, counting out my food stamps and comparing their total to the total of food in my cart. You started to get good at this sort of math after a while. I could calculate the cost of a whole cart just by eyeballing it, though I often decided not to until after I had already picked up the food I wanted. I’d been doing buying groceries for the better part of a year, ever since I lost my first job out of college.

The message from the tally was clear—I didn't have enough. Sighing, I put a