This choice: Get on you knees an kiss my feet and the job is yours • Go Back...Chapter #7Get on you knees an kiss my feet and the job is... by: mep   you sigh. Not seeing any other options, you drop to your knees ready to kiss her feet.
"wait!" Kelly says with a stern voice."I didn't really think you were gonna do it. But now? well, let me take my shoes off first. make those kissing looooooong and good, don't skip out on the tongue work"
you shivered as she spoke those words so menacingly. maybe you could've gotten the job a less gross way if you just pressed your luck. Now, stuck with having to french kiss her sweaty, stinking feet.
Kelly took off her shoes and was waiting expectantly , you started immediatly. 'No sense in making her mad before I even got the job.' you thought.
The whole ordeal was absolutely gross. you spend atleast 5 minute per foot, kissing and licking it clean while trying not to gag. after that, you stopped and stood up. Looking at Kelly, you saw the smile of a wicked villian on her face. Yours looked like you spend the night hanging over a toilet bolw after getting drunk.
"Good job kid. Way better than expected, you got the job." your new boss said. She walked closer to you untill her belly touched yours. "You probably even quallify to be a special delivery boy." she continued, with a more sexual undertone.
"What's a special delivery boy?" you ask, fearing the answer.
"A special delivery boy delivers the food, like any normal deliveryboy, but is also obligated to satisfy any sexual needs of the costumer for an entire night." Kelly explained. she saw your horrified look, but not letting go so easily she continued. "It also pays 80$ an hour, even if you don't have any deliveries. The costumers also tend to tip quite alot. the hours are quite long tho, everyday from opening till closing time."
you saw her devilish smile. 80$ an hour, with long openinghours met a lot of money. you wouldn't have to worry about rent ever again. you understood and excepted what this job entails, but there was just one question you had about it.
"What will i do when i don't deliver anything?" you ask, once again in fear.
Her smile got wider. "Whatever i ask you to. and i think we both know what that means"
"What do I have to do to qualify" You ask, defeated
"Make a delivery as if you already got the job. If the costumer says that you did a good job, you've passed the test" She said. for now, your own clothes will do fine. tomorrow I will give you a uniform. wait here till i got a delivery for you." Kelly said.
She went to her office. half an hour later she walked out of it. "we got an order, special delivery." She said. "be ready to deliver in 30 minutes. here are the keys to the car"
30 minutes later, you stepped with a few pizzaboxes in the delivery car. you checked the receipt . on was both the adress and the name of the costumer. you are headed to....  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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