Chapter 1

"Maxine, you sure look like shit," my best friend Amy Sue says while staring at my naked body. "You look like something that's been ridden hard and put away wet."

"Well, I've just fucked the entire football team," I reply. "So I guess that I have been ridden hard. And, I'm still very wet with all this cum in and on me. But, I'm sure not ready to be put away yet."

Of course, we're both stoned and drunk while we're sitting around the backyard pool at Amy Sue's parent's house in the early morning hours after our high school graduation party. Not only that, but we both just finished pulling a train with the entire football team. We've both got cum leaking out of our cunts and assholes, as well as dripping from our mouths. But, right now we're beginning to sober up a bit.

Suddenly reality begins to set in as we wonder what our future will hold. I know that my parents want me to go to the local community college. But, for what? I've got no interested in continuing my schooling. In fact, I want out of school permanently. However, they want me to go, and who knows. Maybe I will find someone with a big cock and lots of money there. Yes, I'm what some people call a 'Gold Digger'. Others just call me a 'whore' and a 'slut'. All three names fit.

"Hey," Amy Sue says. "Last year my cousin went to New York and is doing quite well as a model. Maybe we should do the same. Hell, we've both got hot bodies, and I'll bet that we can suck and fuck our way into a hot modeling career if we try hard enough."

"But, my mom and dad want me to go to college," I reply.

"Fuck that," Amy Sue says. "And do what? Get your 'Mrs. Degree' and become a walking, talking baby factory? Fuck that!"

Well, I've got to admit that the idea of going off to New York in search of a modeling career is much more interesting than going to the local community college for the next one or two years. The more Amy Sue tells me about her cousin, the more interested I become. Eventually, I agree and we decide to go to New York together.

Of course, my parents throw a fit when I tell them that I'm not going to school anymore. In fact, both of them tell me that they're not going to finance my 'New York vacation', as my dad calls it. Amy Sue gets a similar reaction from her parents. So, a week later we pack our clothes, and our CDs, into several old suitcases, board a Greyhound bus, and head for a life of fame and fortune in New York City.

However, when we get there we find that every modeling agency in town that we contact already has its stable of established, and proven, models. What's worse, we are among thousands of beautiful young girls who just graduated from high school that are trying to start a modeling career in The City.

It doesn't take us long to learn that we need jobs quick since we don't have much money and living in The City is expensive. Our only options, like most young girls trying to break into either show business or modeling, is to work as a server in some restaurant or bar, or as an office administrative assistant.

We both agree that the first option will subject our feet, and probably our asses, too much abuse. So, we agree to look for work as administrative assistants while we're waiting for our break into modeling. Eventually we both answer an ad for jobs with a medium-sized Madison Avenue advertising agency.

"Gladys, tell Mr. Adams that there are a couple more applicants out here for the two sexretary openings."

"Sexretary?" Amy Sue asks. "I don't think so. We're not whores. We are only interested in becoming administrative assistants. Nothing more."

"Listen, you dumb cunt," she replies. "At this company, all administrative assistants are sluts and whores. Either you put out for the boss or you starve. Make up your mind which you want to do."

"Janice, you're wanted in the conference room," a middle-aged guy who just entered the reception area tells the bitch sitting at the receptionist's desk.

She quickly grabs her purse, checks her make-up, and re-applies another coat of bright red lipstick before heading down the hall. As she walks away we are able to see that she's wearing a very short, very tight mini skirt – one that barely covers her ass while she walks. That is, if what she's doing can be called walking. She sure knows how to shake her booty as she heads down the hall.

"Welcome, to Townsend, Wiggins, Anderson, and Torzinski, Inc. Or, as we're better known around the industry, T.W.A.T." the suited man tells us. "My name is Howard Adams, and I will be conducting your interviews. Please follow me."

Amy Sue and I spend the next 30 minutes answering most of the normal types of questions that we expected during a regular job interview. You know the type: Background, education, family, future goals, etc. Boring stuff. But, that's when the conversation suddenly turns kinky.

He starts asking us about our sex lives. What we like to do when having sex? How many times we've been fucked? Have we ever taken it in the ass? Do we like bondage? Really kinky, personal stuff. Well, we both need the jobs, so we both answer his questions as honestly, and as sexily, as possible.

"OK," he adds. "Let's get to the goods. Both of you please take off your blouses and bras and show me your tits."

I look at Amy Sue, and she looks back at me. Neither of us moves. We are both stunned at his request. I also wonder if his request is legal.

"Com'on bitches," he adds. "I know you both want this job. Now either you show me your tits or this interview is over and you can leave. There are others outside just waiting for this opportunity. Not only that, but I also will see to it that you're blacklisted by every agency in this town. So, show me your tits or get the fuck out."

I look over at Amy Sue again. Only now she's unbuttoning her blouse. I realize that I had better follow her lead, and shortly we are both standing there naked from the waist up. He has us turn and do a 360 pirouette so that he can 'fully appreciate the view'. Fuckin pervert! I find it embarrassing to be standing here like this. But, surprisingly I also find it exciting. I can feel my puss getting wet and my nipples are rock hard.

"Lookin' good!" he replies. "OK, now drop the skirts and panties. Let's see what you look like in just your heels and stockings."

This time we don't hesitate. Thirty seconds later we're both standing before Mr. Adams bare-ass naked. Next, he has us turn around so that he can see our asses. Finally while we are facing away from him he has us spread our legs about 3' apart and then bend over and grab our ankles. We are now giving him a rear view of both of our bottom holes. Once again his only comment is 'Lookin' good!'

He then pages Janice to his office. He does not say anything about getting dressed, so we both remain bent over; holding our ankles, while bare-ass naked. However, we are really surprised when Janice enters his office in her birthday suit, too. All she's wearing is a garter, stockings, and stiletto heels. In addition, her lipstick is smeared, her hair is a mess, and it looks like she has cum stuck on her chin and tits.

"Janice, please take these two sexpots down to see Wiggins and Townsend for final approval," he tells her. "Tell them that I recommend that we hire these two sluts as our newest sexretaries."

"Follow me, bitches," Janice says as she turns and starts to waddle towards the door.

Neither of us knows what to say. When I begin to reach for my clothes, Amy Sue gives me a look and shakes her head to indicate 'No' as she begins to follow Janice while still totally naked. I follow Amy Sue's lead and do the same. Before I know it, we are led into what appears to be a big office. Inside there are two older executives waiting for our arrival. Both have their pants and shorts dropped below their ankles. They both also have cocks that are standing at full mast.

"OK, bitches," Janice says to the two of us. "Final test. Give them both a BJ. If they approve, you're hired."

Again, I look over at Amy Sue. She looks back at me, nods her head affirmatively, and then drops to her knees before crawling over to one of the old guys where she begins to suck his cock. I realize that's what is expected of us both and I follow her lead. Fifteen minutes later we both have cum on our face and tits when Janice returns with our clothes.

"OK, bitches," she says. "You've been approved. Be here at 8 AM sharp tomorrow morning if you want the job. B-T-W, (By the way) our dress code is no bras, panties, or panty hose. Dresses or blouses must be V-neck and show a lot of cleavage, including the top of your areolas. Skirts or dresses cannot come down any further than 6" below your pussy."

"Garters, stockings and 6" Fuck Me! stiletto heels must be worn at all time. Bright red lipstick is required at all times, too. First violation of the dress code requires an automatic public spanking. Second violation means your dismissal. If you agree to these terms, be here before 8 AM tomorrow morning."

Without waiting for an answer, she immediately turns and waddles out of the office. We both turn and look at the two old guys who are now involved in a business discussion. The only reaction we get is when one of them just tells us 'You're excused.' Not knowing what else to do, we both turn, pick up our clothes, and leave the office.

Eventually we find the ladies room so we can get dressed and fix our faces. We are surprised again when we find three other sexretaries in there, totally naked except for their stockings and garters, applying more red lipstick. Evidently all women in the company are nothing but sluts and unofficial whores. Right now I am seriously wondering if I should pack up, go home, and enroll in the community college. Then I realize that will lead to that walking, talking baby factory life that neither of us wants.

After leaving the office, Amy Sue and I find a bar to sit and discuss our options. We also check out the want ads again for both modeling and administrative assistant positions. But, everything we see has the same qualification: 'Experience Required'. Our only experience is fucking our way through high school. Finally, we come to the realization that we need the jobs at TWAT. We also agree that if we are 'good girls', maybe we can fuck our way to the top. So, we agree to take the sexretary jobs.