Candi Finds a Job

*This story comes after 'Candi Finds an Apartment', found in this story's series. Feel free to read that first to get a little bit more about Candi and her story*

It had been three weeks since Candi ended up at The Sterling apartment complex. So far, she hadn't needed to worry about rent or furniture thanks to her very friendly landlord, Frank. Frank had even been so kind to install cameras into her apartment for any showings for the building until she could get a job to pay the rent. He even offered to leave the cameras installed once she gets a job for her own safety and security. Candi couldn't believe how lucky she was to have stumbled upon The Sterling and Frank.

Part of the other security practices Frank did was routine checks on Candi's place, any changes to her body, and measuring her mouth. Frank, an overweight, middle-aged man was enjoying a daily routine of fucking Candi's pretty little face while recording it. He had been doing this under the guise of security, which the gullible girl believed. Back at his place, he was uploading photo and video footage to various porn sites for some extra cash. Frank had never enjoyed life more than during these three weeks.

However, Candi was getting depressed. She walked into multiple job interviews, but so far, none had given her a chance. Most interviews didn't last more than five minutes. She did have a few where she was asked to sit on the interviewer's lap throughout the course of her time there. They even would offer massages to help Candi relax her nerves. Those ones were so nice, she truly hoped that she would end up at one of those places. Alas, no one had offered her the job yet.

Frank was beginning to feel bad for the poor girl. Candi was fresh out of high school, a mediocre grade point average, and completely naïve. There was someone he knew would hire Candi simply because she was fucking eye candy. An old friend from college who had done well for himself. Frank knew he went through personal assistants like tissues in springtime. Maybe, his old pal Thomas was in need of a new personal assistant yet again. In any case, it would help Candi in her job hunt, even if Thomas didn't hire her.

When Candi got home that day from applying to more jobs, Frank watched her as she settled in on her living room couch. Of course, he was watching from his laptop in the office. It was about time for him to wrap up anyway and go check on Candi. Even though he was taking advantage of her, he still felt the need to look out for her to a certain extent.

"Oh, hi Frank!" Candi squeaked delightedly, surprised by his visit, even though it had become so routine.

"Hey Candi," Frank closed and locked her door behind him, like he always did. "How did the job hunt go today?" He began "inspecting" her apartment for cleanliness in case he had showings, as well as for her security.

"Another day, another bust," Candi pouted as she followed Frank from room to room, before they ended up right back in her living room.

"Oh, really? That's a damn shame, Candi," Frank said, feeling quite serious about his sentiments, despite pulling out his phone for their usual security photo sessions. "Undress while you tell me all about it." He commanded gently. Candi willingly obeyed, removing her white cardigan and bright pink dress, her least scandalous outfit, even though the dress rode up to show her panties anytime she bent over. Frank's mouth began to water as she stood and posed in her baby blue lingerie.

"Well, I did like you suggested and checked out some stores and other clothes places. Some of them weren't hiring though. Other ones said I needed to submit an application, and then I would get called for the interview if they liked my application." Frank just nodded, only half listening as Candi began removing her bra and panties. Licking his lips at the naked body he had yet to tire of seeing.

"Well, sometimes these things take patience. You'll get there." He told her as kindly as he could, while also stepping forward so he could grope her perfect, perky tits. Candi was so used to these inspections now, she didn't even react.

"I know, I guess. I just wanted to find a job already," she whined as Frank pushed her down to her knees.

"You will, Candi. You will," Frank told her softly as he took out his erect cock and fed it to her. She had such a warm and inviting mouth, he couldn't help but groan in pleasure.

With her mouth full, Candi could no longer complain about her lack of job. While Frank had every intention of helping the poor girl out, he wanted to savor his daily blow job first. Frank wrapped Candi's ponytail in his fist so that he could move her head along his fat cock. Pushing her as deep as she could go at a rapidly increasing face. Keeping his hips still as he just used her mouth like a cocksleeve. He watched her with hunger and lust as she choked and slobbered on his dick. Frank couldn't believe how amazing her mouth still felt after three straight weeks of it. He only began thrusting as he felt his climax coming. Faster and harder he fucked the teen's face, until he knew what was about to happen.

"Fuck!" Frank moaned as he pulled out of Candi's mouth to shoot his cum all over her face and breasts. Spurt after spurt shot out as Candi remained kneeling, allowing Frank to paint her face and boobs with his seed. He stood there panting heavily as he finished, wiping himself off on her mouth and cheek. "Clean me off now, Candi," he sighed heavily. She obediently wrapped her lips back around his softening member to lick and suck him gently until clean. "Good girl," he moaned before pulling away, stopping his camera and tucking himself away.

"Do you really think I'll get a job soon Frankie?" Candi asked as she got up and moved to the couch. She casually scooped up some of his cum to eat as he had been getting her to do more and more often. Frank took a seat next her, admiring how hot she was without trying.

"Y-yea," he stammered out, distracted once again by his dumb, beautiful tenant. Frank shook his head as he remembered that he wanted to help the poor girl. "Oh, Candi, you know what, I may know someone." He mused as he watched her eat his thick sperm.

"Really Frankie? Like who?" Candi asked excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.

"Let me see if he's hiring," Frank said with a pat on her knee. He searched through his contacts for Thomas's number, shooting him a text once he found it. It took almost no time before he heard back from his old friend. "Good news, beautiful."

"What? What is it?" Candi reminded him of a kid trying to guess what her birthday presents were whenever she got like this. He couldn't help but laugh are her innocence.

"Well, I just got you an interview for being my friend's personal assistant." Frank puffed his chest out proudly, knowing she will be so grateful whether or not she gets the job.

"Oh! Frankie!" Candi flung her arms around him as she squealed. "You're the best!" Her naked breasts were pressed against him without him having needed to trick her. Frank found himself getting aroused again, something that used to be impossible before Candi. Part of him wanted to wait as he had been toying with a couple of new ideas, but the other, hardening part of him wanted to bend her over now.

"Just make sure you're wearing something office appropriate. Maybe do a quick search of 'sexy secretary' to make sure you are dressed appropriately." Frank began rubbing himself over his pants as he held Candi in an embrace. He felt oddly powerful having this young, naked woman in his arms while he remained fully clothed and in control.

"Ooh, that's a super great idea! Thanks Frank." Candi kissed his cheek before getting up and beginning to get dressed again. Frank took a few more minutes to just watch Candi, pretending to listen as she blathered on about this and that. She never seemed to notice that he never really listened.

...

With Frank's help, Candi picked out a white, pencil skirt with a slit up the side and came down just past her butt. She paired it with a sheer, baby blue button up shirt. The buttons looking as though they may pop off at any time. She put on her white thigh highs and grey pumps and threw her hair up into her signature ponytail. Candi modeled her outfit for Frank before leaving to meet his friend, Thomas, for the interview.

She arrived at Thomas's office with just five minutes to spare, still not used to maneuvering through the big city. The receptionist called up to Thomas to let him know his appointment was here, while eyeing Candi with clear judgement. Well, clear to everyone but Candi. Candi was instructed to take the elevator up to the sixth floor, and that Thomas's office would be the last one on the left. When Candi arrived at the door, she gave a quick knock and waited.

"Come in," a bored voice sounded from the other side. Swiftly, Candi entered Thomas's office with her usual bubbly smile, despite being nervous about not getting yet another job.

"Hi, um, are you Mr. Thomas?" She asked as she stayed standing in the open doorway. Thomas finally looked up from the papers on his desk and almost did a double-take. Never had anyone so hot walked into his office before. Thomas let his eyes wander up and down the bombshell's figure as she waited for confirmation that she was in the right place. Thomas made a mental note to send some kind of thank you to Frank later.

"Yes, yes, I'm Mr. Wright, or Thomas to my friends. Although, in the office it is Mr. Wright or Sir." Thomas replied in his usual business tone, despite wanting to use another.

"Oh, yes Sir. I'll try to remember that." Candi smiled as she began to step inside. Thomas's dick stirred in his pants at her use of "yes Sir." His Dom side loving this girl that just waltzed in. If only HR wasn't a thing girls ran to so often.

"Shut the door." His voice was stern, wondering how submissive this treat of a girl might be.

"Oh, yes Mr. Wright," Candi obediently shut the door behind her, giving him a glance at her ample backside. Internally, Thomas was groaning at this carrot dangled in front of him.

"Take a seat," he motioned to one of the chairs in front of his desk, and Candi immediately complied. He noticed she only had a small purse and a single piece of paper in hand. Even girls fresh out of college usually had a sheet with letters of recommendations, references and such to go with their resume. "Is that all you brought?" he asked with an outstretched hand for her sad, single sheet.

"Um, yea. Sorry, was there more to bring?" Candi handed over her resume with a contemplative look, now wondering if that's why the other jobs didn't want her. Maybe she forgot things there too. Thomas didn't answer right away, instead scanning the sheet of paper that had her name, contact information, high school graduation date and GPA, and... nothing else. No job experience, no volunteer experience, no certifications or list of skills. Thomas peered up at Candi, wondering if this was some kind of joke. Her blank look made it seem as though she was, in fact, quite serious.

"Candi, have you had any job before?" Thomas pulled out his pen and began jotting down pros and cons on her resume. Her pros so far all having to do with her appearance, from outfit to body parts. Objectifying her without her even realizing.

"No, this would be my first one. Oh, but Mr. Wright, I promise I could do so good as your personal assistant! I like really need a job, and Frank said you're like a super nice boss. Please give me a chance. No one has hired me, and I've been trying for like ever to get a job. Pretty please?" Candi was openly begging, not knowing any better in a professional environment. Thomas couldn't help but stare, wondering if she was serious.

"Well, I don't know any of your skills as you have none listed." He mused aloud, jotting that down in the cons section. He enjoyed her begging, like any good pet should, and jotted that down in the pros section. If he was interviewing her to be his sub, she'd have the job. He hadn't had a good lay in a while. None of his previous personal assistants had a single submissive bone in their bodies. Finding a good sub online was proving to be a fruitless endeavor, especially since he wasn't willing to pay for one. If Candi was open to it, then maybe there would be possibilities.

"Oh, well I did cheerleading in high school, so I always have a positive attitude. I can clean. You can ask Frank because I have to keep my apartment spotless since it's also his showroom apartment." Candi ticked off these two items on her perfectly manicured fingers.

"Frank checks your apartment often?" Thomas raised a brow. He couldn't believe that they were in a relationship as Frank would've bragged about it, and also, looking at her next to him... Well, Frank didn't have the kind of money for that to make sense.

"Oh, yes! Everyday he comes by for like inspections, plus for security. He also has the cameras on so he can show people the place whenever he needs to." She smiled as if this was perfectly normal information. Thomas wondered if this girl was really so dense to not know why a man like Frank would install cameras in her apartment.

"He has cameras in your apartment? In every room?"

"Of course, silly. How else would he be able to properly give a virtual tour thingy to anyone that wanted to see?" Candi giggled at Thomas's question. He in turn, let out a small chuckle, but at the girl's expense.

If she believed all that, what could he convince her of? She never had a job before. She was clearly naïve and gullible. She was desperate for a job. He could train her to be a perfect personal assistant. A very personal one at that. Thomas drummed his fingers on his desk while concocting his plan. He would take a few slow steps, test the waters, find out exactly how gullible this blonde bombshell really was.

"I will give you a trial period today, Candi. If you pass today, then I will extend that trial run to a week. If you pass the week, then you will have the job." Candi clapped and bounced in her seat, beaming brightly at her new boss. While annoyed at the interruption, he did enjoy watching her massive tits jiggle.

"Oh, thank you Mr. Wright! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She squealed running up and around his desk to give him a hug. Now, any other new employee would be chewed out for the interruption and inappropriate touching, but he needed to walk this line just right.

"Yes, yes Candi," he smirked to himself as he patted her ass while she hugged him. Her not flinching or admonishing him was already a good sign. "Please, take a seat while I go over the rules and your duties for today."

"On your lap?" She asked, remembering the few other employers that had asked her to sit on their laps. Thomas was stunned for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

"Sitting on my lap is a reward for good behavior. For now, take a seat back in your chair." He commanded, and she quickly complied. "Good girl," he said with a rare smile. "Now, your job today is to go through all my files and make sure they are in order. They are first organized by color, and then, within the colors, alphabetically. When you're filing, you must do so bent at the waist. No squatting or kneeling, as that would be unprofessional." He smirked as she nodded dutifully. "Candi, when I give you instructions, you must respond with 'Yes Sir,' so that I know you understand."

"Oh, oopsy! Sorry. Yes Sir," Candi replied instantly, not wanting to give a bad impression already. The fact that she had no issues with his first instructions gave him hope that this arrangement would work out nicely.

"Good girl," he praised. "Now, that is your main task today. However, it is also your duty to make sure I always have fresh coffee, a clean office, and you remain quiet when I'm on the phone. All of these duties, and the filing, will be a part of your regular routine should you make it through today. If you fail a duty, you will have to be bent over my knee for a spanking. If I have to give ten spankings today, you will not get to return." He paused, waiting to see if she remembered how to respond to his instructions.

"Oh," she blushed as he raised a brow silently, "yes Sir!"

"Good girl." Internally, he was smiling as big as her. No rebuttal to his form of punishment? Did she really believe that to be normal workplace behavior? "Now, one of my most important rules. If you break it, I will fire you." His face contorted back into his most stoic expression as he stared the girl down. "You cannot talk about what you do as my personal assistant to anyone. If asked, you do filing, cleaning and errands. How you perform these things, as well as any other potential future duties are to be kept secret for the sake of my company."

"Yes Sir," there was no pause from Candi this time. She nodded, her own face as serious as it could look. If she kept this rule, then he definitely wouldn't have to worry about HR coming down here or any reporters or lawsuits.

"Good girl," he gave her his best smile again, which she immediately returned. "You will be rewarded when you do exceptional work. Of course, if you make it through both trial periods, you will also be paid. If you ever need to have a meeting with me to answer questions or anything, you will kneel silently at my feet until I call on you." Thomas then began to imagine how delicious she would look waiting so submissively for his attention. His excitement at this whole situation evident by the tent in his pants.

"Yes Sir," Candi answered again, learning to say it almost like a new reflex.

"Lastly, what you're wearing today is fine for when you come in and leave for work, but when it's just us in here, I will have special work attire for you to change into. I will need your measurements, but I will wait until the end of your trial week. After all, I wouldn't want to waste resources on someone who wouldn't work out. So, in the meantime, I will need you to immediately dress down to just your bra and panties when you enter the office. You can hang your dresses, skirts, blouses, etc in my closet," Thomas barely paused to point to his closet, "But keep your heels, thigh highs, panties and bra on. There will be more to this, but I don't have the necessary items in today."

"Yes Sir," Candy answered again with a slight nod. She began to wish that she had written these rules down. There was a lot to being a personal assistant. Thomas didn't say anything for a while, staring at Candi with that stern look again. She wondered if she had already messed up.

"Candi, I just gave you explicit instructions on what to do as soon as you enter the office each day pertaining to your work attire. While I acknowledge that you couldn't have known upon entering, you know now. Yet, I don't see you making any effort to correct your attire. Was this trial period a mistake?" He asked coldly. Internally, he was excited. This was an infraction. This meant she would get a punishment. His hand tingled with anticipation. Thomas decided to wait until she was down to just her lingerie.

"Oh, right. Oh my gosh. Oh, I'm so sorry. Yes Sir, I- I mean no Sir. It wasn't a mistake. I'll go right now." Candi tripped over her words as she nearly jumped out of her chair and began to take off her skirt and blouse. Without waiting for more direction, she found the closet and hung her clothes. As she made her way back to her chair, Thomas cleared his throat. She paused as she glanced nervously at Thomas who had pushed away slightly from his desk. Thomas patted his lap, which Candi thought was a sign for her reward. She walked toward him and began to sit on his open lap.

"No. no." Thomas grabbed her and pulled Candi down over his knees. Her ass was barely covered by her panties and he couldn't help but gently feel it. "This is your first spanking. When I give instructions, I expect them to be followed without me needing to remind you." Without warning, Thomas brought his hand down hard on Candi's right butt cheek, making it jiggle and turning it pink. Candi let out a little yelp, not having been spanked since her Daddy caught her out past curfew by two minutes. "That's one. Each time I have to punish you, I will double the amount of spanks given. Again, if you reach ten times that I have to spank you today, you will not get to stay the rest of the week." The entire time, his palm was rubbing circles on her perfect ass cheek.