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Meg here. Zophie convinced me to share some of my stories with you guys. Don't know why, but whatever. Unlike her I don't work down at the Show-N-Tail, my Aunt Samantha- who's raised me since Mom died- says I have to graduate first. Seriously?!? So unfair! Instead I get to work at J.P. Quackenbush's Gut Busting Pizzeria, a Funtastic Family Festivity (tm). It's this crappy restaurant with an arcade, play area, and a horrible cover band so it's constantly filled with screaming brats getting snot and puke on everything, leering Dads and pissed Moms. (It's an even split as to why they're pissed. Either the brat's behavior or they caught their Husband ogling your ass.)

I need a break, but I can't quit. Samantha would kill me! I'm pondering a simple curse that would keep me home for a few days when suddenly, my prayers are answered! Lightning strikes the building and fries our security system! It's going to take a few days for the alarm company to get out and make the repairs and J.P. is fuming. Yeah, there's an actual J.P. Quackenbush, and he owns like a dozen of these shitholes, and he's keeps such a tight grip on every penny that you can usually see tears in Lincoln's eyes. He's complaining about having to hire a security guard and how much money it's going to cost him for just five nights of work. I see an opportunity, and I jump on it.

"Well," I shrug trying to appear nonchalant about it, "Why not-I don't know- Let me keep watch overnight until the repairs are made?"

He gives me the side eye. "You? Aren't you still in school?"

"Yeah, but I could sleep after school, then work here all night before going to school in the morning. I could do my homework in between making my rounds." He still looks skeptical, so I step up my game. "Two of the nights are Friday and Saturday so school wouldn't be an issue except for tonight, and tomorrow....and Sunday, but whatever, I can do it! And I'll be much cheaper, and more trustworthy, than some stranger who's only here for a paycheck." I put on my most sincere face. "We're not employees here at J.P. Quackenbush, we're family, and family is always willing to go the extra mile to help each other out." I deserve a fucking Oscar for that performance. Even J.P. has a hard time swallowing that bullshit, and he's the one who uses that phrase on us constantly.

"You won't be scared?"

"Did the lightning destroy the door locks? No? Then I'll be fine."

"Alright, but I'm only paying you an extra dollar an hour." I barely conceal my joy at this news. 5 days free from the filthy masses of the public and their disease riddled hell spawn! "Now go home and get some sleep, you start tonight."

I'm so excited I have to take a tincture to get any sleep before I head back to the restaurant. I get there about a half hour before closing, walk around checking the doors, making sure everything's locked up while everyone else closes. I'm also making a mental checklist of all the places I want to get fucked tonight. What? You never thought about it? All the naughty things you could do in one of these places after closing. Mmmmm, I've already got a list of guys I'm going to call each night I'm here. Live out a few fantasies AND get a little revenge on this place and all the assholes that make my job pure hell. "That's right, Timmy." I whisper. "Keep going down that slide where I got double teamed by your older brothers. Let Mommy get in the photo booth with your screaming ass. I got some photos for her!"

"What?"

I snap out of it. Looking at Amanda- an Opossum girl who would've been fired weeks ago if she wasn't fucking the manager- I hold up a finger, mouthing a few nonsense words. "Oh, uh, just going through a little checklist. Making sure I've checked all the doors and shit." She nods. "You done?"

"Yeah, just finished doing the bathroom checks. No customers. So, you're on your on the rest of the night. Lucky." I let everyone out then head to the dining area and quickly finish my homework. I decide to do a round, double checking the doors and stuff, while deciding who I'm going to call first, and where in the restaurant we're going to do it. My plans are dashed almost immediately when I spot J.P. coming through the front door. - The Fuck?!? Trying to hide my irritation I ask why he's here.

"Oh, I just wanted to come check on you. Make sure everything is all right." He nods towards the back. "Let's head to my office. About time for your employee review, so we can knock that out while I'm here." Mr. Quackenbush is a Duck Beastman, with pale yellow feathers. He's also the company mascot and is still dressed in a checkerboard suit, white shirt, and red bowtie. A black top hat and walking stick round out the look. He says image is important and customers need to see him like this because they expect it. Personally? I think he's got zero fashion sense and uses the restaurant as an excuse. He sits behind the manager's desk, motioning me to take the seat across from him.

"I, uh, appreciate you trusting me with this assignment, Mr. Quackenbush. I won't let you down."

His smile is anything but friendly. "Oh, I know you won't. It showed great initiative and problem solving skills to suggest it. It's what I look for in my managers." Okay, He's got my full attention now. He continues, "I'm opening a new location this Summer, out in Morehead, and I need someone I can trust to run it. Sound like something you'd be interested in?"

"Yes!" Okay, tone it back a little. "I'm not going to turn down a chance at promotion. I'll do whatever it takes! Extra work. More shifts." I lay it on thick, lying my ass off for him. Managers are salary, PTO, health care, and more than double what I'm making now. J.P. just listens to my bullshit, nodding occasionally, propping the gnarled head of his walking stick against the desk. It's thick, and dark. So dark it almost looks wet. I didn't think it was that twisted when he came in with it. "What can I do to convince you, Mr. Quackenbush?"

"Just call me Sir, it'll make things easier." He's openly staring at my chest. Good! I need every advantage I can get. "Now, as for what you can do, Meg let's start with you getting on your knees and sucking my dick." My jaw drops. I'm not trading sex for a promotion! I get up, ready to storm out when he says, "Quitting? Too bad. A good performance tonight could see you in a much better position tomorrow. Might also make me look the other way if you invite your boyfriend over one night to keep you company..."

I take a deep breath, then close the door and walk around the desk. My eyes go wide when I see what's waiting for me there. The thick gnarled wood I saw isn't his walking stick, and I'm not sure I could walk straight if he decides he wants more than a blow job. "Should I strip, Mr. Quack-...Sir?"

"Not yet," he chuckles, "I'll let you know when." I get down between his legs, stroking his knobby cock with both hands. He cocks an impatient eyebrow, so I take him in my mouth. "Oh, Yes! Don't rush it, Meg. Take your time. Savor every moment of this." Rolling my eyes at the honor I still manage to get most of his dick into my throat. I bob my head, teasing his shaft with my tongue while jacking him with both hands. He grips the armrests and groans. "Damn! Keep this up and I'll make you wife number seven!"

I pull back. "I have a boyfriend, Thanks!" I edge him until he squeals.

"Most of them did too," he barks when he manages to catch his breath, "In fact, all of them started in the same position you're in, and not just sexually." He forces my head down on his shaft until I almost gag and holds it there. "Women like you make the best fucks. You don't have a lot going for you in life so being a freak is something you take pride in." He lets go. I sit back on my feet, coughing. "Now, suck me like you suck that boyfriend of yours. Like you'll choke on his cock after the prom!" He leans forward with a malicious gleam in his eye. "Make me believe it's the best rod you've ever had the pleasure of gagging on." I grab the knobby tool in my hands before inhaling it to the base. He's gasping with excitement. I stare defiantly into his eyes while pulling out all the stops. I don't give him an after prom blow job. Instead he gets the dick sucking of his most perverted dreams. I take him to the edge over, and over again, making him cuss, and yell in frustration and joy. When I finally allow him to cum I swallow every, last spurt without spilling a drop, and I don't stop there. I quickly strip to the waist, wrap my breasts around his still hard prick then get him off again. I giggle while his warm spunk lands on my face and coats my jiggling breasts.

Before I can stand he grabs a fistful of hair, pulls me to him and clamps a hand around my throat. The look in his eyes is scary. He releases my neck to pinch my stiff nipples. I yelp from pain, and pleasure, at the rough treatment. "I thought I said I would let you know when you could strip." He twists them, making me gasp for breath. "If you can't follow orders, then I can't give you a promotion," he snarls. He shoves me to the floor. "Get naked, Whore."

I stand up, peeling off my shoes, pants, and thong. "Whore?" I laugh. "That's a huge downgrade from wife." I throw my clothes into the corner. "What brought that on, Sir?"

"I'd still marry you," he smiles. "I've always had a thing for trashy women." He chuckles, "And you're not denying it." I start to protest, then realize all my dream jobs involve fucking Beastmen for money, so I wisely shut the fuck up. "Turn around," he orders. I obey. "Spread 'em. Grab those ankles... Oh, yeah. Nice." I cry out as he smacks my ass. "You ain't dating a human guy, are you?"

I look at him from between my legs. "Why? I mean what makes you think that?"

"You weren't intimidated by my package," he shrugs. "Lot of women are, plus you took to that dick like you were born to it. That only comes from experience." He flashes a perverted leer at me. "That's good. Means I won't have to go easy on you."

I let out an exasperated sigh. "You aren't done with me, yet?"

He nods at the stiff branch between his legs. "Is it limp yet?" I shake my head. "Then what the fuck do you think? Are we done?" I shake my head. "That's right. Now, get over here and ride this thing until I say you can stop." I start to walk towards him. "Whoa! Why do you still have your socks on?" I start to speak but he cuts me off with a wave. "Naked. You know what that means, right? You're not that stupid, are you? Or do you have ugly feet?"

I throw my socks at him. "No one's complained about them before." I sit on the desk, shoving both feet into his face. "Well? Are they up to the company's exacting standards, Sir?" He smiles, grabbing my feet, inspecting them, massaging them before guiding them down to his groin.

"Wasn't planning on getting a footjob tonight," he chuckles, "but, what the hell, do it." I obey, using my toes to tease him before stroking his cock with my arches. He leans back with a big shit-eating grin on his face. "And finger yourself, I don't eat pussy." I slide a finger across my clit. "Boyfriend a foot fucker too?"

"Not really."

"Oh?" His grin turns into a smirk. "But your Manfriend is? No. You don't have A Side Piece, do you? You have a bunch of different guys you're fucking behind Boyfriend's clueless back." My cheeks burn red. "Yeah, you do. Bunch of big dicked motherfuckers who raw dog your ass until you can't think straight." I feel them turn even redder and change up my methods to try and shut him up. "Ooooooh... FUCK! Keep that up, Whore. And the best part? You probably couldn't name half of them, there's been so many that have pumped and dumped your trashy ass." He starts to laugh but is cut short by me finally getting him off with my toes. Thick ropes of jizz paint my belly, legs and feet while my entire face tingles with embarrassment. "Hope you're on birth control, cause I don't wear condoms and I don't pull out." I slide off the desk and straddle him, lowering my slit onto his dripping member until he's buried inside me. "I also don't go soft like those others. It stays out until I decide to put it away so we're going to be here a long time."

There's a loud pop as he smacks my ass so hard it leaves a handprint. "The fuck you waiting on? My birthday? Get to it. Earn that fucking promotion." I grind against him, sliding my pussy up his twisted cock. The knobs, and curves turning me on despite his repulsive nature. He grips my waist, guiding me, pulling me back down onto him with increasing intensity. I'm so close I can taste it. He won't last much longer either. Before we reach our climax though, we're interrupted by my phone ringing. I hop off him, run to the corner and answer it. It's Benji, of course.

"Hey! Uh, just checking in before I call it a night." He's way too cheerful for this hour. "How's everything going? Any problems?"

I lean against the filing cabinet, pushing slick hair out of my eyes. "Everything's fine," I chuckle. "It's a little creepy in here at night though." J.P. gets up and walks over to me. I give him a questioning look. He smirks, grabs one leg and hooks his arm under my knee, pinning me to the file cabinet. Eyes wide I shake my head, mouthing the word, "No." I feel his turgid member pressing against my wet pussy. " J.P. came by to check on me a little while ago. Nearly scared me to death when he popped around the corner." I try to push him away with one hand but it's useless. "Yeah, I'm just taking a little break..." I bite my lip to stifle my moan while Sir slides into me again. "Just getting some coffee and eating a snack to keep my energy up," I say way too cheerfully. "Uh, Maybe you can keep me company one night?" Goddess I hope he doesn't notice the quaver in my voice.

"Oh?," he replies. "I'm not sure that would be a good idea. Your boss might not like it."

"Mmmm-mmm," is all I can manage since Sir is now sheathed to the hilt in my waiting pussy. I give him my Evil Glare. He snorts derisively. Then his cock slides out of me, but he doesn't move his hips. It takes me a second to remember he can retract it fully into his body. Of course, Just as I grasp what he's doing, he rockets it back out into my cunt. I barely contain the string of curse words trying to escape my mouth. My boyfriend continues to drone on about not getting me in trouble, and... I don't know, other shit! It's taking all my will to keep quiet while Sir fucks me against the filing cabinet by retracting and extending his penis again and again. I manage an occasional "Yeah," and "Uh-huh" to make it seem like I'm listening but I'm too focused on what's being done to me to really pay attention. Sweat runs down my face while I grit my teeth against the orgasm building inside me. I need to end this call, NOW! All I need is a couple of seconds to think straight and...

"FUCK!" My orgasm rips through every cell of my body with the intensity of a nuclear explosion. Despite my best efforts I spill a few more choice words between lots of whimpers and gasps. Benji is asking what's wrong in an increasingly panicky voice. I've got to keep this under control. Think! "Uh, Shit! I spilled my coffee all over my lap." Sir can barely stifle his laugh at my explanation. I shoot him my impotent Evil Glare again. He doesn't miss a beat, continuing to fuck me hard and deep. I focus on the phone. "Dammit, that hurts! Uh, I gotta clean this up, and..." Sir's cock swells inside me before filling my belly with his thick seed. He grunts, keeping his bill shut against his own release. I feel it run down my leg to pool on the floor. I try to stay on task, hoping my voice doesn't betray me. "And, I... I need to, to check myself out. Ma-...Make sure I'm all right. I have to go." Benji tells me to let him know if it's serious, then asks does he need to come down there. "No! It's...I'm okay. It startled me more than anything. Uh, I'll see you in the morning." He tells me he loves me before, mercifully, hanging the fuck up at last.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I don't keep the anger out of my voice. "I could have got in serious trouble for that."

"We weren't done," he calmly responds while stepping back. His cock is still stiff as a board. "We still aren't."

I stare at his still hard cock with irritation. "Goddamn it, I need to do my rounds. I can't stay in here all night being your personal cocksheath. Finish the interview! Please?"

I definitely do not like the smile he flashes after my plea. "Your right," he nods sagely. "I can't have you slacking off your other duties." He gives me a reassuring pat on the arm. "We'll work out a compromise...Deal?" I nod, happy to be taken seriously by him for once. Maybe he'll treat me a little better now. Yeah, right. The compromise involves me being marched over to the prize desk, hands tied together with a plastic jump rope, nipples clamped by hair clips, and a toy lightsa-... uh, laser sword inserted into my ass. Sir grips the handle and guides me on my rounds, checking all the locks before heading back to the office for the next part of my interview.

He nods at the desk, "Bend over it." I hesitate so he grabs a handful of hair and forces me into position. He lifts me up by my legs, forcing me to support myself on my arms and slams his cock into me again. It knocks the breath out of me. He doesn't care, He continues abusing my slit for his twisted power fantasy. "That boy may be your lover, but I'm the one you serve." He thrusts harder, making me grunt with each body rattling lunge. "I'm the one who owns your future... owns you... has your total obedience." My traitorous body is closing in on another orgasm already. "You have been chosen for a great honor, Whore. Trailer Trash like you should kneel before me in complete supplication for sullying my cock in your worn-out holes." My eyes roll back, muscles spasming under the waves of bliss rolling through my aching frame. "I will use you ANY way I see fit for AS LONG as I deem it necessary, and you will THANK ME for the honor of pleasuring me." He rams his prick into me one last time before overflowing my puffy vagina once more.

I'm pulled off the desk, barely catching myself before I head-butt the floor. I yell in protest, but he uses his superior strength force me on a second round of checking locks. Back in the office he throws me to the floor, rolls me forward, onto my shoulders, back against the desk, knees on either side of my head. I stare up at my mistreated, dripping pussy, jizz running out to drip on my face. He pins me down while lining his knobby wand up with my clenched asshole. I can't break free, so I have to watch him force his slick member into my tight sphincter. I bellow. I pound my hands against the desk. I lay a stream of curse words and insults on him that would make a demon blush. He doesn't care. With a grunt, he pushes through all my resistance until every inch of his rod has defiled my back door.

"Thank me," he hisses.

"What?!?" I can't believe he's asking me to do that. No way. No fucking way! He smacks my ass with a loud, stinging pop. I stay silent. He does it again...harder. I manage to keep quiet through about a dozen blows before I crack. "Thank you", I whisper. He smacks me again. I repeat it, louder. Another smack. I take a deep breath, "Thank you, Sir." I hear him chuckle while I get treated to a front row seat of him ravaging my ass. I groan, gritting my teeth against this fresh defilement, focusing on the reward at the end of all my humiliation. He grips me tight, legs stiffening while a fresh torrent of spunk flows out of his devilish pole. Without warning he pulls out, sending the last few shots onto my ass while the rest pours out of my gaping hole onto my squealing face. I flip myself over, wiping away his jizz while sitting against the desk. He's Still Hard!!! "FUCK! How much more do you want from me? What else can you fucking do, Sir?" The look on his face makes my stomach drop.

I'm used, abused, and humiliated in more ways than I care to remember. He hammers my holes without mercy through the night into the early hours of the next morning. By the time he finishes I'm utterly spent, muscles burning with exhaustion, pussy and ass gaped and aching. I lie on the office floor, sweat and jizz coating my body, unable to do much more than whimper from all he's done to me. Sir grabs a handful of hair, pulling me to my knees. Goddess he can't want more, can he? In just a couple of hours I need to be at school! We need to clean this mess up!

"Was it the best you ever had?" he growls.

"Y- Yeah," I gasp. "Yes."

He yanks my hair, so I'm forced to look him in the eyes. "Make me believe it?"

I take a deep breath. "It was the best fucking I've ever had," I purr. He smiles. I continue. "I'm utterly ruined for anyone else who tries to pleasure me from now on." He lets go. I lean against the desk. "Now, when do I start my new job?"

He rubs his chin, pretending to think it over. "Oh yeah. The manager's position over in Morehead." He snaps his fingers. "That position got filled last week. Gave it to one of my nephews." he opens the office door while I'm still trying to spit out a response. "Don't worry Meg," he holds up a placating hand. "If I think of any more positions to try you out in... uh...for, I'll be sure to give you another comprehensive interview like tonight." He backs out the door with an evil leer, "I don't care if we have to do a hundred follow ups." He closes the door while I hurl insults at him. He pops his head back in long enough to tell me to clean up the mess. He wouldn't want anyone to know I got "special consideration" from him. I just give him my Evil Stare. He winks, thanks me then disappears out the door. I manage to crawl to the ladies' room and give myself a whore's bath and put on some clothes. Then running around trying to clean up all the evidence from last night before I head to school. I run 3 red lights but make it with about 5 minutes to spare! Benji meets me at the doors.

"Hey, Babe... How are you?"

"I'm good," I shrug. "Pretty quiet night last night. No problems. Why?"

"You look exhausted. You sure you can do this?"

I feel my cheeks flush, "Yeah, I can do this. It's just been a while since I pulled an all nighter. I'm good." He nods then starts talking about something. I'm not paying attention really, still replaying last night in my head and alternating between looking forward to, and dreading, my next interview with Mr. Quackenbush.