Samantha was desperate. The recession had devastated the job market, so that when her firm had laid her off she hit a brick wall in her attempts to find work. Due to the falling housing market her mortgage, already months overdue, was now worth more than the house; and her car was also worth less than the outstanding loan, which was also behind. She had used up her savings, had credit cards that were all maxed out with no way to pay them off, and she had a student loan that would follow her if she declared bankruptcy, back taxes owing, a payday loan and a large personal loan for a foolishly large amount of money she owed to some loan sharks. But she had had no choice.

And now she was face to face with ruin. If she didn’t at least get a paying job of some kind to her name, she would lose everything she had and probably more.

She had seen the ad, strangely enough, in the help wanted section of the sex ads in the little local entertainment weekly. “Full assistant, apply in person by appointment”. She was obviously suspicious, but she had to grasp at any possibility whatsoever. When they returned her call and asked her in for an interview after a few questions she was ecstatic, not even thinking any more about what they were looking for or what the odd job title meant.

Sam was a stunning blonde; a bit too perfect and a bit hard looking, but a classic beauty. She was so good looking that men were often intimidated, and often the only ones that hit on her were the obnoxious and those whose opening lines had nothing to do with her and everything to do with their own egos. Actually, she loved fucking; but lately however her crushing money problems had meant that she wasn’t feeling good enough to want to play the game. As she was driving to the interview she thought ruefully that she seemed to be able to attract all kinds of men except those that conducted job interviews.

The receptionist, a pretty young brunette, looked at her with a slightly odd expression and then asked her to fill in a form giving her details, although she had already forwarded her resume. She was soon ushered into the office of a middle aged man who was reasonably attractive but not exceptional. He offered his hand and indicated a seat for her.

“Hello Miss Soales. My name is Alan Sanders. Please have a seat, and help yourself to a coffee from the side table if you would like. Now, before we get started, do you have any particular questions about the job?” he asked.

“Well ... what exactly IS the job? I know what an admin assistant is, I’ve done plenty of that; but I’m unclear what I would be assisting with in this job.”

“Straight to the point. Nice. Well, Miss Soales, do you like sex?”

Considering that the job ad had been in the sex ads in the little paper, she wasn’t totally unprepared. Still, she was a bit taken aback at his directness.

“Of course I like sex. Who doesn’t? But is that what this is all about? If I fuck you do I get the job; or did you call me in for an interview just so you could get a free fuck? As it happens I love to fuck; but I am pissed off if that’s all this is about. Sure, I’ll fuck you; but I need to know if there is anything else to this. I really need this job.”

Sanders chuckled. “No, that’s a good guess, but a bit off. I didn’t call you in just to fuck you myself; the job itself involves sexual activity with other members of our staff. We are looking for someone that we can fuck whenever we feel like. Just for the fuck of it, so to speak.”

What do you mean? Are you talking about fucking for money? Are you talking about me being some kind of company whore?”

“We prefer to think of it as an HR benefit, a staff benefit. You would be an available resource, helpful in reducing stress and so on. If it helps at all, you can think of yourself as a type of therapist.”

Sam thought hard. Had it come to this? Was she so badly off that she was forced into prostitution to stay afloat? Actually, judging by the state of the economy, she doubted if the hookers were doing so well anyways. But she knew in her heart of hearts that she really had no choice; this was the best offer she had had since being let go. In fact, it was the only offer, and there was every probability that it would be the last she would get, especially with those loan sharks after her.

“This is totally insulting. I should just get up and walk out of here right now.” She paused. “But just out of curiosity, for the sake of argument, how much does the job pay?”

“I think it’s a little premature for that just yet. I want to know if you’re worth hiring at all. I want a look at the merchandise; and I want to take you for a test drive. Now, show us some of what you’ve got, and we can talk about what we are prepared to offer you once we have a better idea of what you have to offer us. Let’s see how suitable you are. For the moment I will accept your earlier kind offer to fuck me for the job. Please remove your outer clothing. Let’s see if you are attractive enough to bother looking at more, and in particular see if you can get me interested in fucking you. And see if maybe you might be someone attractive enough that we would want to have working for us at all. Someone with a body worth fucking, that is.”

Samantha was in turmoil. She hadn’t been with anyone for months so she would normally be at least somewhat horny. But the discussion had dampened her ardour. She had lost her appetite for sex, but at the same time she was resigned to the fact that she would probably have to put out for this jerk one way or another.

Two things occurred to her. If she did hide out with these guys for a couple of years, perhaps some of her problems would blow over, would be forgotten enough that she could start over somewhere. The other thought she had was that, no matter what contracts or whatever they had her sign, someday she might be able to launch a pretty good sexual harassment suit against them; and that alone might be enough to solve all her problems once things had died down for a bit.

Perversely, she could feel her cunt start to moisten as she contemplated being forced to submit sexually. She normally wasn’t that interested in the kinkier side of things, other than the usual experimentation many indulged in, especially in times where boredom threatened to set in. Right now she was equal parts pissed off, intrigued, curious, and humiliated. But she really had no choice at all, and she knew it. She stood up slowly and started to unbutton her jacket.

She put each item of clothing on her chair, and when she was just in bra, panties and hose she remained standing in front of him. He gazed at her for a few seconds and then asked her to turn around, full circle so he had a chance to see her on all sides.

“OK, from what I can see you have a body that’s probably worth fucking, at least by me in this interview. Now, let’s see the rest. Time to strip and show me your tits, ass, and cunt.”

“What a smooth talker,” she thought to herself. Turning even redder, she started to undo her bra.

“Slowly,” He said. “This is a striptease, you are a stripper. Don’t forget: the point is to get me hard enough to want to shove my cock up your cunt like you were a good piece of meat. Entice me with the strip and give me a little foreplay to warm me up Give me a little bump and grind, show me what you can do.”

Sam reluctantly complied again, turning slowly as she tried to teasingly remove her bra. She reached for her stockings but then he stopped her.

“No, leave the stockings on. It makes you look sluttier. Just the panties now, please. And remember, slowly.”

After she had completely removed her panties she stood naked before him, waiting.

“OK now, turn so you are facing away from the door. Spread your legs wide and bend over completely. Reach back and hold the cheeks of your ass and the lips of your cunt open, as if you were displaying yourself for an audience. That’s right. Good. Now stay like that.”

She remained in this position as he instructed, and he walked all around her, stopping to squeeze her tits roughly and shove a few fingers up her cunt and pumping them hard in and out of her a couple of times. He returned to his desk and pushed a button. “Lara, please come in now and bring the equipment including the collar and handcuffs, as well as the camera.”

The receptionist came in the door to see Sam spread naked holding herself open to show Lara her open cunt and asshole. Sam could see her face as Lara smirked at her.

“That was fast. I’m surprised the slut bothered to wear clothes at all. I’m surprised she didn’t fuck the doorknob on the way in.”

“Now, now; be nice. Sam might be coming to work for us, if she gets me cumming first, that is.” Turning to Sam he said “I hope you don’t mind a little role-play.” Sam was too mortified to answer.

Alan told Sam to lie across his desk face down with her cunt on the edge, and again hold her ass cheeks open. Although she was humiliated from being naked in front of the young woman she complied, lying down across the hard cold surface with her cunt on the edge and her chin just hanging over the other side.

Alan came around in front of her and unzipped his fly, taking out his uncircumcised and somewhat firming cock. “Forgive my forthrightness, but I don’t have a lot of time, and I’d like to try you out while I go over some of the ground rules. Please suck my cock to get it hard enough to bugger your asshole. And don’t forget to clean out under my foreskin with your tongue; it probably has some smegma and piss accumulated. Thanks.” And with that he pushed into her waiting open mouth, stroking in and out of her a few times. While he was fucking her skull he held it with both hands for leverage, fully enjoying the feeling of thrusting his pelvis against her face, fucking it like her face was a cunt.

He asked Lara to fasten the handcuffs on Sam’s wrists, leaving Sam enough slack to keep holding her ass cheeks wide open. Then he told her to lube up Sam’s asshole. Lara took something that was very much like a caulking gun and held the tip to Sam’s ass and squeezed the trigger as she pushed it in, filling her ass with lube and finishing with a large dollop on the outside of her anus. Putting the lube gun down, Lara then started to work a large cone shaped but plug into her, slowly stretching her out wider and wider to get her ready for Alan’s cock.

“OK Lara, that will be all for now. Take a couple of photos of her like this so that we can post it on the staff bulletin board to introduce her to everyone if we do have reason to welcome her on as a new staff member.”

Lara took a few shots and left, still smirking. Sam didn’t see her as Lara also picked up the pile of Sam’s clothes and left with them as well.

Alan pulled out of Sam’s facecunt, his cock rock hard by this time. He walked around his desk and took the large butt plug out of her and then put his cock against her glistening anus, then shoved it suddenly into her all the way, driving deep and hard into her ass.