A small selection from an erotic story I wrote about a beaut.. (OnlyFans)

A small selection from an erotic story I wrote about a beautiful 18 year-old woman seeking a job from her father's friend. 

This one got me SUPER horny while writing it. Tip $10 on this post and I'll send you the rest! Guaranteed to get you rock hard.

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FINDING A JOB WITH MY FATHER'S FRIEND
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(...) “Wow, all grown up, huh?” you say, leaning forward. “Man, it’s a great age-- great to have a little extra pocket money, too, right? Damn, I really wish I could hire you. You seem like a nice kid.”

“Oh, please!” I cry out, a little louder than I meant to, “I’m desperate. My dad is going to be furious if I don’t find a job, and I’ve tried everywhere, please Sir--”

Your face changes completely. I don’t recognize your expression, and it shocks me silent. “What did you call me?” you say low, and, what’s the word…. menacing? I don’t know what I did wrong, and I’m very nervous now. “I called you Sir. Did I do something wrong?”

You smile, leaning back. “Not at all-- I just like the way that sounds when you say it. ‘Sir.’ Don’t I feel powerful now, huh?” You chuckle, and I squirm, completely unsure how to feel. 

“Alright girly, I’ve got an idea for how we might be able to work together. But, I need you to be discrete... “ you get out your wallet, and slide a hundred dollar bill across your desk. “This is for you to promise that you will never share what I’m about to say. If you do, I’ll deny it. You can leave anytime you want. But can you keep your mouth shut?”

I nod. 

“Good…” you say, staring at my lips as you do. You stand, walking to the front of your desk, sitting extremely close in front of me. “Like I said, I have all the regular employees I need. But I do have some needs that aren’t accounted for yet. And you know, it might be good for you…. a lovely girl like yourself couldn’t be THAT interested in insurance, now could you?"

I laugh. “I guess you’re right… no offense!” I realize that I’m doing something right to persuade you, so I add a, “.... sir.” You grin, and I ask-- “So, what kind of help are you looking for?”

You sigh a loud, gutteral sigh-- you look nervous now. “You’re sure you’re 18?” you say to me. “Sure, why?” I say, looking up at you with big eyes.

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(to be continued in your DMs!)