Task Complete

"The salary is three dollars an hour plus tips." The sentence hit Emily like a bucket of cold water being poured over her head.

She was one of the countries most accomplished PhD candidates in psychology. There could be nothing more degrading than serving horny guys chicken wings while dressed in orange short shorts and a t-shirt designed to show off her ample breasts. Bad thoughts get punished.

No. She corrected herself. Her juggs. There could be nothing more degrading than serving horny guys chicken wings while dressed in orange short shorts and a t-shirt designed to show off her huge juggs. Good thoughts get rewarded.

The greasy manager interviewing her was one of the ugliest people she had ever seen. Bad thoughts get punished. She thrust out her chest and smiled at him. Good thoughts get rewarded.

"That sounds great! I'm sure I'll get lots of tips from all the guys who know me on campus." She had worked hard on her giggling and thought it came out just right at the end of that sentence.

He was clearly more impressed with the turkey sub he was eating than her tits. "Look, I know you're one of Professor Stein's TAs, right?"

"Yeah! I like totally TA his Intro to Psych class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays." Bimbo speak was a challenge when talking about Psychology.

"And Stein's been nothing but a friend to this place." Watching his mouth talk filled with the remnants of the half chewed sandwich made her want to vomit.

Her smile grew wider. Bad thoughts get punished. Good thoughts get rewarded. "Steiny is like the best guy ever!"

"But, I'm sorry doll face," Stein must have told him to call her that, "I'm really not looking for any new girls right now." It took her a moment to get over the insult of being referred to in these sexist terms. Bad thoughts get punished. She needed to be grateful that he was comfortable enough in his natural male superiority to think of her as a girl instead of a woman, despite being 27 years old. Good thoughts get rewarded.

"But sir," she knew she was going to have to step up her game, "I really need to get this job. I would do anything!" Emily has spent hours practicing her current pose; lips in a full pout, chest thrust out on full display. "Is there any way I can do to change your mind?"

"Well now, let me see." His large beer gut was peaking out from under his stained white t-shirt that rode up, as he put his arms behind his head and leaned back in the creaking old wooden desk chair. "I would need to see if you were just wasting my time."

This was about getting his nasty dick sucked. The thought made her want to vomit. Bad thoughts get punished. He may be the most disgusting person Emily had every met, but that didn't matter because she was a desperate, inferior, air-headed bimbo that needed to prove to him that she was put on this earth for one purpose: to please men. Good thoughts get rewarded.

She sat up extra straight. "I'm not sir! I really want this job. Please, let me show you."

"OK, then, maybe we can give you an audition." His use of the royal we almost made her laugh. What an idiot. Bad thoughts get punished. But, right now, he was the king, and she needed to treat him as such. Good thoughts get rewarded.

"Why don't you come over here and let me check you out." He pushed his rolling chair back. With his legs stretched wide apart, it was clear where he wanted her to go.

"Sure!" Emily walked over as best she could in her five-inch platforms until she was standing between his legs. She was a piece of meat, on display. She smiled down at him. Good thoughts get rewarded.

"Well, I see why people call you doll face. You are cute, and you've got a pretty smile." Emily giggled.

"Nice tits," juggs, udders, milkers, funbags, "and you look like you keep yourself in shape." Good thoughts get rewarded.

God, this was the most humiliating moment of her life. What the fuck was wrong with her that it made her so wet. Bad thoughts get punished. She smiled. "Thanks!" Good thoughts get rewarded.

"Now, you know," he reached up and grabbed her tits, causing her to gasp. "Guys are going to touching you all the time." He started squeezing them through her white silk blouse. "Do you think you can handle that?"

She started to panic. He was assaulting her, and she just froze in terror. Bad thoughts get punished. She pushed into his groping hands and gasped, "isn't that part of the fun?"

"Yeah! That's right." He laughed like a Jersey longshoreman. "Turn around, doll face."

The sound of her platforms clomping on the ground as she slowly turned around reminded her of a horse.

"Not much of an ass on you." That made her blush a darker red than she already was. Once upon a time she was ashamed of her huge juggs. Now, she just wishes that she had a fat ass to balance things out.

When she rotated around until she was facing him again, he grabbed onto her hips. "So here's the final test."

She smiled and nodded up and down eagerly. "Uh-huh."

"Let's say that I am a customer. If you work here, you should be able to instinctively know what I need in order to be satisfied, and there's nothing more important than my satisfaction, right?"

"Right!" She could feel her pigtail bobbing up and down as she nodded.

"So, your job right now is to figure that out."

"Well," they were roll-playing. She could do that. He was the inappropriate slob of a boss, and she was the desperate, bimbo that needed more than anything to get this job. Putting her hands on his thighs, she leaned forward until her juggs were hanging down in front of him. "It seems to me that you have been under a lot of stress lately."

Slowly, she started to kneel down between his legs, her eyes locked onto his the whole time. Rubbing her manicured hands up and down his thighs, eyes darting back and forth between his eyes and his crotch. "I think I know exactly what you would need to be completely satisfied."

She walked triumphantly out of the restaurant, the taste of his spunk still in her mouth. Once in her car, she lifted up her skirt and started fingering herself.

"Horny cunts are obedient cunts." She softly repeated it over and over again. As she got closer to climax, her voice got louder.

When she was right on the edge, she pulled her hand away, leaving her sex gasping for attention. She felt like a fish out of water. There was nothing she wanted to do more than touch her cunt. Horny cunts are obedient cunts. Almost nothing.

Pulling her phone out of her purse, she chose "Professor Stein" from her list of favorites.

"Task complete."