Even Darker

Exclusive places like my country club had hired suck sluts, fancy coffee shops were on the hunt for milk maids with fat, dripping udders, delivery companies wanted cockwarmers for their drivers, and the biggest businesses in town were hiring free use office sluts. That's where the big money was, even a dim-witted cocksleeve could figure that out. And soon, I'd have the best ones in the city lined up to work for my corporate empire.

I've been looking forward to this day for years. Even before the free-use ordinances all passed. Even before i started planting all the subliminal messages and hypno files into the most popular shows, creating podcasts to train an army of sluts.

All along, my team and I had been plotting and planning to expand our in-house staff of fuckholes.

My Kitten is a hungry ass whore, but she only has so many holes. With the laws on our side now, there's nothing to stop me from spoiling my staff with extra cum dumpsters. And I know my little toy is eager to have more sister sluts. My good girl is always eager to play. And to show off.

Even now, she's over at her little makeup table, going all out, dressed to impress. Look at the little freak.

Her white shirt with the pink pinstripes, one of my favorites that she had specially tailored. The crisp fabric bared her midriff, & was cut right above her nipples, only two buttons left to hold it together around her cleavage. She'd covered that with the cutest little pink tie, a mockery of her "executive" status. God, it's going to be fun dragging her around by that necktie today.

Her tiny little black, pleated skirt would do nothing to cover that fat, pornstar ass i paid for. Fuck, all of that meat hanging over the bench of her vanity makes me want to rape her right now.

And those 5 inch black patent leather stripper heels are second nature to the little cunt. I can't wait to make her squat in them and swallow my cock in front of all the new recruits today. Adding those little black framed glasses to complete her look. My brilliant bimbo is all about the details. Practically begging me to cum on her face, now. Fuck. Time to get to the office.

My work is never done.

The office was so busy today! So many bimbos-to-be applying to work with you! And, aww, look! The poor things are so nervous! It's ok, though. You just know your owner will help guide them. They'll love it here, and all their lives are about to get so much better!

If they know how to work hard.

Your owner warned you that many of the new applicants today would never make full recruit. The job requirements were just too tough for some dumb bitches to handle, and today you'd learn just how many could hope to meet your level.

Deep down inside, you hoped none of them ever would.

That's one of the reasons you went the extra mile with with your bimbo glam today. You needed everyone to see that you were the best in the business.

Playing with one of your diamond horseshoe nipple rings while you eyed the crowd of girls, at least 50, all hoping to be new hires, you wondered if any of them could match your freak.

Your owner told you to expect a decent turnout of whores today, but you were still surprised at the number of applicants standing before you.

You shouldn't have been.

In addition to the standard job listings online and in the papers, your owner had posted tons of flyers at the new low-income housing development he built. It was a haven for unowned sluts, and, hey, a girl's gotta eat.

They called the development "The Brothels". It used to be some generic mid-level gated community: Blocks of apartment buildings and modest 2-3 bedroom homes for families.

But that was before your owner restructured the city.

As the families fled to the suburbs with their children, the empty homes were purchased and renovated by your owner and his partners. The low-income community really is innovative. Housing, parks, a pool and a clubhouse, so designed with the modern slut in mind. It even has a program where men can sponsor a homeless whore. She just has to be of service, and log a few shifts a month in the community gloryholes.

Your owner is such a wonderful philanthropist!!

You could tell, just by looking, that many of these girls were from the blossoming neighborhood.

Some were obviously wearing secondhand slut clothes, the kind that Mister Barnes has been collecting and donating to the community. Most of the applicants also looked very fidgety and out of place, and many even held the very flyers that you yourself had posted all over the new development.

You squeezed your asshole around the plug in your ass as you remembered that day. Your owner had given you a thick stack of flyers, a staple gun, & then he'd filled your pussy with a remote control vibrator. When he dropped you off at the front gates to the community, he started a timer, strapped your Slut-SmartWatch to your wrist, and set you loose.

Fresh slick leaked form your thigh as you thought back on it. Shuffling around the half-mile loop, clutching the pile of flyers while your owner eat in his car, toying with the vibrations inside your cunt.

The Slut-SmartWatch you wore kept track of every orgasm he forced out of you as you haphazardly stapled the ads to every pole and bulletin board you stumbled across.

Your fifth climax came right in the middle of a busy cul-de-sac. There they were, at least 5 fledgling bimbos unloading boxes, moving into their new homes, and you lost all control of your pussy. They watched you when He cranked your toy up to high, dropping into a crouch as your knees buckled, squirting all over the street while you moaned for your owner at the top of your lungs.

You snapped yourself out of your little daydream when your owner suddenly twisted your butt plug, pulling it out to its widest point. You moaned in your throat, letting out one of your signature purrs, drawing all the nearby eyes to you, making you blush and smile.

Your owner had been busy explaining the benefits to working in his office, and all the ways they're lives could change soon. They might even get the chance to be adopted and trained by a strong, wealthy man like my owner!

All my brains were leaking out of my pussy, but I had to try and pay attention now. Soon it would be time for my little speech, and then Mister Barnes would help my owner start the interview process.

This little lady in front of me seems scared, but very eager. Pretty ginger hair, decent makeup, she's showing plenty of cleavage, ass almost out. Plus, she can't seem to stop staring! Maybe she'll be a new bestie! It would be nice to have a bff sister slut in the office! Hopefully, she has what it takes!

I can't believe I'm actually here! Interviewing for Mister Daniels! But, hey, when the hottest, richest guy in town holds a job fair at the biggest office in the city, you show up.

Most of the other women gathered in the lobby here don't look quite as sure of themselves, but that's to be expected. I'm anxious, too, but I'm much better at faking it than your average girl.

12 years of faking it with a husband who never once made me cum, never listened, never cared. My only pleasure came in watching my favorite true crime shows, and the fabulous new podcast i listened to every night, 'Easy Truth', before wearing out my vibrator until I could get to sleep.

What a pathetic life.

12 years with a fake smile on my face; until the free-use slut laws passed.

12 boring, terrible years!

The new ordinances were a godsend. I divorced Ray, took my pitiful payment from his weak salary and embraced the idea of a new life.

Housing in this area was a bit expensive, but living at The Brothels made everything manageable. Even if i did have to suck off the super in my building every Wednesday. I was also on the neighborhood gloryhole rotation until I could find my own sponsor, or afford the full rent. I was a bit terrified for my first day serving there, in the clubhouse, but i was never one to turn down an opportunity. Plus, good girls serve.

Easy Truth.

Getting a job here would make life even easier. Or, least more interesting.

This Bimbo in front of me, Kitten? Is that what she said her name is? She looks like she's living a very interesting life. She's so gorgeous! Jesus, her owner is holding her necktie like a leash while she leads orientation. That breathy voice, the adoration in her eyes. And anyone who looks can see how wet her thighs are.

Fuck, I'm jealous!

The duties we'll be responsible for do seem a bit... daunting. I'm not sure how I'll handle a lot of the things they're talking about. But i just know i have to try. Good girls need to work hard to impress real men.

Easy Truth.

Oh my god, some of these dumb bitches are just running out the door already? Oh, well. Less competition. That's like 12 bitches down.

It's not like it won't be fun for us, too. Mister Daniels promised that no one would be permanently injured, after all.

And isn't it nice to always know what your responsibilities are? So easy!

Some of us will be anal whores, some will be suck sluts, others will be stationed in restrooms or with the custodians to clean dicks. With the high salary Mister Daniels is offering, we're to understand that all of our holes will be free use while we're on the clock.

I felt like that's all to be expected, but jeez these other girls are making such a fuss! Like, ten more just left!

Just like any other job, you can earn perks and promotions. An executive may even choose to adopt you, so Kitten says to be the best bimbo you can be! This is so perfect!

A bunch more applicants scurry out when the other man, Mister Barnes, suddenly barks out,

"Take off your panties. Everyone. & Throw them away. No panties allowed on the premises. If you're wearing pants, those go into the garbage can, too. There must be easy access to your holes at all times."

A bunch of the remaining girls lined up at the garbage can to shimmy out of their undies. I blushed bright red as I stood and waited. I was smart enough to not wear panties to my interview today. A couple of unlucky girls had worn pants, & are were now bottomless. Dummies. We were here to be holes! Why cover them up? It was a little weird that that thought came to me so clearly, but I just knew it was true.

Easy truth.

A lot more girls give up during this step and leave in a rush. Now there are only about 20 applicants left, and I'm thrilled. I'm sure to get a prime assignment now! This was going to be the greatest job ever!

All of the ladies line up next to me after shedding their panties, and Mister Daniels says it's time for a hole inspection. Every slut on staff is expected to stay wet and ready, assholes plugged for easy entry. I'm a little worried that I forgot to wear a plug today, but Kitten starts at my end of the line and starts handing out free ones! How thoughtful! Mister Daniels just wants us to succeed! All men just know best. They're always thinking ahead! So much smarter than us bimbos.

Easy Truth.

After i admire the pretty red jewel in my plug, i wipe it through my sticky slit, & immediately start screwing it into my ass, whimpering quietly. The bitch next to me gasps when she sees, and drops her ruby red butt plug, running out the door, following all the other failures. I catch Mister Daniels' eye as i scoff at her, and the smirk of admiration he gives me makes my pussy drool even more.

Mister Barnes is moving down the line now. Only about 15 of us girls left, & he's inspecting every one of our holes. A few had to have help putting their plugs in, and one girl couldn't take it. Poor bitch ran out crying when she couldn't take the fat silver toy into her ass without flinching away.

It was then that I realized what being last in line meant. Mister Barnes was inspecting our mouths, pussies and asses, in that order. Digging around in each girl's sloppy holes.

And it wasn't like he was stopping to wash his hands in between sluts.

The next girl to give up and leave refused the sexy blue-eyed man when he went to stick his filthy fingers in her mouth. He'd fingered the sloppy holes of 10 other women before her, so I could sort of sympathize with her, but this was an application. A test. I was about to taste the juices of 12 other women, and I had accepted it. Good sluts know their place. This was what a bimbo had to do to get ahead. To prove her worth.

Easy Truth.

As the thought went through my head, I felt my cunt gush again. Just an involuntary pulse that had a new rush of slut slime leaking down my leg.

Before I could muse on why those two little words made my pussy pulse, it was my turn with Mister Barnes. He smiled that sly smile of his and immediately stuffed his disgusting fingers into the back of my throat.

I gagged a bit at first, the stench of all the pussy cream and asshole slop making my stomach churn, but I'm a good girl. Good girls suck.

Easy Truth.

I looked him right in the face and sucked, moaning around the nasty offering like it was the most delicious treat. When he smiled at me and whispered "Good slut," my pussy throbbed all over again.

Next, Mister Barnes lifted my tiny little green skirt and looked at my pussy. "Spread em," he grunted. I was so embarrassed, I blushed scarlet red, but I still shuffled my feet apart like a good set of holes. He smirked as he ogled my drippy pussy lips.

"Well, well, well. Seems like the carpet matches the drapes."

Everyone laughed at Mister Barnes' corny joke as I stood there, my sticky slit being fondled by a virtual stranger. I could hear how soupy my cunt was, the cream making those lewd sucking sounds when he plunged two fat fingers into my tiny fuckhole.

I bit my lip to try and hold it in, but a broken moan escaped as I started to slowly hump, chasing the sensation. Finally having a real man's hands on my body made all my inhibitions drop away.

"I usually like bimbos to keep their cunts waxed bare, but i love this little ginger bush you have here, sweet slut."

Mister Barnes whispered it to me while I fucked myself on his fingers, right in front of the company CEO.

"Here's a little something extra for you, tide you over until your first paycheck whore."

He tucked a 100 bill in my cleavage! What a generous man!

"Get that little ginger bush shaved into a heart shape. Can't wait to grip a hank of that hair and drag you around the office by your pussy."

That perverted promise is what did it. Two minutes of getting fingered in public by my future manager, and my poor, neglected cunt started spasming and leaking all over the floor. My first assisted orgasm in over a decade.

Tears leaked from my eyes as I humped out the aftershocks, gripping Mister Barnes by his strong shoulder to stay on my feet, babbling out my thanks.

Suddenly he ripped his fingers out of my grasping hole and slapped me across the face, silencing me. The wet slap echoed in the open lobby, along with a few gasps from my fellow applicants.

"Good girl for thanking me for your orgasm, but next time, you ask before you cum, greedy slut. Fuckmeat doesn't cum without permission in this office. Understood?"

He raised his voice as he said the last part, obviously directing it to every bimbo present. We all nodded quickly in agreement, me clutching my stinging cheek. Mister Barnes circled behind me with a wink, flipping up my skirt again to inspect my asshole.

Without even being asked, I bent at the waist and spread my little buttcheeks, showing off my brand new plug. My pink little pussy was still pulsing, but i was anxious to make up for my sneaky orgasm. Good girls must always make amends for their mistakes.

Easy Truth.

I'm not sure why it was so hard for the other girls to get it. Most of the dumb bitches seem to have left, though, so at least my fellow office sluts all seem to understand.

We're here to work, to be good holes. It can be so Easy. We're here to start s new life!

What a great new job opportunity!

Ah, shit. Looks like Buck has taken a liking to old Ginger Bush there. I was eyeing her for my next pet project. My Kitten is going to need a wet nurse to help around the house soon, after all.

No matter, there's always another slut to train. Besides, I saw that dead look come into her eyes the second he got his hands on that tiny little pussy. And the way she just cleaned his slop-covered fingers without flinching? I suspect someone has been listening to one of our podcasts. Or one of the shows we reprogrammed. Maybe she's one of Loki's girls, they tend to wander away from his compound now and again. Still, I recognize a Bimbo brainwashing when I see it. She'll end up with cum for brains sooner rather than later.

So fucking hot.

Ginger Bush will be very fun to play with around here. So will the other 12 sluts. All that fresh meat.

13 new free use bimbos hired to increase office productivity. Eager holes ready to serve, new cum dumps to take the strain off of my beloved whore, and, at the same time, keep her on her sexy little toes. All in all, a very successful job fair, I'd say.

And it's only the beginning.

Please gimme them likes, my loves! I need the motivation!

Check out the Masterlist for more goodies! Next up? I think we'll spend more time with Lila, then head to bimbo university before Baby's wedding... gonna get crazy at the reception 😉