[Kenzee]

She dreamt that she was back in the office. It was an ordinary day, and she was dressed in one of her usual conservative outfits. The level of normalcy was quickly ended as she saw her boss, Mark, knocked on her office door through the small glass window imbedded within it.

“Rebecca, are you busy at the moment?” Mark asked.

“No, I’m just replying to emails,” Rebecca said. “How can I help?”

“Can you meet me in the conference room on the third floor, in, … let’s say five minutes?” Mark asked, as he looked at his watch to confirm the timing.

“Of course, I’ll be right up,” Rebecca said. Mark went to leave her office, but turned back at the last second.

“Oh, and Rebecca,” Mark said. “This one is important, so don’t be late.”

Mark then disappeared, probably down the hallway towards the stairs to the third floor. Rebecca checked her watch. It was 1:55pm. Her meeting would be at 2:00pm exactly. That’s a little ominous, Rebecca thought. A meeting that I’m only just getting invited to now. I wonder who’s going to be there. Then her mind started to turn. She had just gotten back from the lockdown, and over seventy percent of the office had not yet returned. Or, more likely, they had been laid off, permanently, and it had not been made officially official yet. This possibility swam through her head, stirring up a lot of mixed feelings. Maybe they intend to lay me off, too. It would make sense, they couldn’t just let me go without an exit interview without detailing how all of my affairs will be dealt with, I’ve been here too long for a no notice termination.

Rebecca looked back down at her watch. 1:58pm. She had two minutes to get upstairs. She would just make it on time if she left now. She grabbed her laptop, a pad of paper, and a pen. With those in hand, she made her way to the conference room.

Upon entering the conference room, Rebecca was greeted by three people. Her boss, Mark. Her HR representative, Annice. And the regional manager for the corporation, Brent, who was the nephew of the CEO. Immediately she knew what this was going to be about. Her fears were confirmed. Seated at the table were the three people necessary to let her go.

"Ah, Rebecca, I'm glad you could join us," Brent said. "Please have a seat so that we can get things started."

"Is this what I think it is?" Rebecca asked, as she took her seat.

"Unfortunately, yes. It is," Mark said.

"There's no need to beat around the bush," Annice said. "The corporation is turning this branch into a small satellite office. There's no need to keep everyone working physically in the building, especially since we saw just how well working from home seems to work."

"Effective immediately, as of 2:00pm today, you are hereby permanently laid off from your position. We do not need an office manager if there is no office to manage," Mark said.

"Here is your package," Annice said. "Inside, you will find all of the information you will need. We do encourage you to apply for other positions, but we will not be covering travel costs. Do you understand all that has been said here today?"

"Yes..." Rebecca said, her voice trailed off. It was her worst nightmare coming true. Everything she had worked so hard to achieve, was being taken from her.

"My job here is done," Annice said. "If one of you two could escort her down to her office once you finish chatting with her, that would be much appreciated. She is not to be left alone until she taken to the elevator and her office swipe card has been revoked."

"We'll take care of it," Mark said. "Thank you." And with that Annice walked out of the room, allowing the door to close on its own behind her.

Rebecca and Mark went back and forth for a little while, conducting her exit interview. It was almost entirely positive as they had been on quite good terms with one another. She had worked very hard, and achieved a lot while she was here. Brent sat back, and added in small details, as they had affected his own work. Both of them were very appreciative of the work that she had done. This part of the conversation passed over as mostly a blur for the dreaming Rebecca, but it felt as though it had happened for real and in length. Once they had said all that they had to say, Mark got up from his spot, and excused himself, he had to go take a call or something.

"So that leaves the two of us alone then," Brent said.

Brent was an attractive man, who was about the same age as Rebecca, if she had to hazard a guess. He had started in his current position a little before she had joined the corporation, so to her, he had always been in this role. She used to look up to him, seeing him as proof that one could work their way up the corporate ladder. Until about a year ago, when she figured out that he was the prized nephew of the CEO. Things all started to click into place. He had obtained the job through a healthy serving of nepotism. Regardless, he was still a perfect fit for the role. He was very commanding, and took his job as a leader very seriously.

"Rebecca, I would like to offer you a new job, if you would like to listen to my proposal?" Brent asked.

"Yes, Sir. I am all ears," Rebecca said. If he was offering her a job to work for him, it wasn't the worst possibility in the world. It wouldn't be as high paying as her last job, but it was better than being homeless.

"You see, Rebecca, I have admired your ... skills from afar for many years now. I think you would make the perfect personal assistant for me. There are several, physical needs, that I require help with, that I can't do myself. Someone as skilled and beautiful as yourself, would be able to help with," Mark said with a wink.

"Yes, Sir, I'm interested in the position. I was a secretary here when I first started. I'm sure my skills from then will be suitable for the task," Rebecca said. Mark pushed back his chair as he began to undo his belt.

"That's great to hear, Rebecca. It truly is. Now, if you want this job, you are going to come over here and put your 'skills' to the test," Mark said. He then pulled his belt completely off, set it on the ground, and then undid the button to the fly of his pants.

Rebecca's mind screamed at with what was going on. It was unable to process how she had gotten in this far without realizing what Brent had been asking for. There is no way I'm going to give him head. Eww. How could he ask that of me? Is that what he wants? A glorified bimbo with an open mouth as an assistant? He could get any woman he wanted, why me? Rebecca’s rational mind thought. These thoughts were quickly pushed away by some more intrusive ones. But, he did ask me, and he wants me to do it. I should feel happy that I'm being honored with the task. Mmm, I wonder what his dick tastes like.

Spurred on by the deepening desire that had appeared out of nowhere, and the lust that was radiating out of her nether region, Rebecca got off her chair, and onto the ground. She was determined to make a grand spectacle of it all. After all, that’s what she remembered seeing in the few porn videos she had seen. She crawled on her hands and knees towards Brent, and stopped when her head was mere inches away from his stiffening groin. Without a word being exchanged, she took a hold of Brent's zipper with her teeth, and pulled it down, slowly, in a teasing manner. Now with clear access to his underwear, Rebecca leaned in, placing her nose right against his balls and deeply inhaled for dramatic effect. Mmm. Now there's a smell I've been missing, Rebecca thought. The smell of a virulent male. One who knows what they want, and how to take it for themselves. The smell made Rebecca weak in the knees, but thankfully she snapped out of her pheromone driven rapture long enough to continue on with her job interview.

She grasped the waistband of Brent's underwear, again with her mouth, and pulled it down, slowly over his cock, allowing the stiffened member to spring free. His manhood stood at an impressive eight inches, and it was thick as well. It was a cock that some girls would literally offer up their own lives to ride. Not that Rebecca was any better than those girls, at the moment. Her pussy certainly made sure to voice its excited opinion over this discovery. She grinded her thighs together, drawing out some pleasure from her now soaking wet folds. She was going to be a complete mess after this, for sure. How could I have ever thought that I didn't want to be a cocksucker? Rebecca wondered. This is so perfect. I am right where I belong. Face first in the lap of a successful man.

Rebecca tucked the waistband under Brent's sizable balls. She smelled them once more, planting her nose right at the base Brent's shaft. She started her journey upwards, leading with her tongue, and ended with her tongue twirling around the flared part of the head. She continued, making sure to tease her way up towards the tip of the cock, savouring the taste of the precum that began to drip out of it. Now with the foreplay over, she went ahead and took Brent’s head inside of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the bottom of the glands.

This is the farthest I’ve ever gotten when giving head, Rebecca thought. She had tried giving head to one of the boys who was crushing on her back in high school, but he didn’t last more than a few seconds under her ministrations. It was a very disappointing affair all together. One in which Rebecca’s loins remember having their insatiable fire, at the time, quenched in that moment. I hope I am good enough to get him to finish. She teased going further down, until Brent put his hand on the back of her head, and …

***

Rebecca woke up with a start, for the umpteenth time. Her reaction to this rude awakening was so strong that when she finally came to, she realized that she was standing, looking back at the recliner. Her first thought was to check the towels, which were of course soaked. Where is all of this liquid coming from? Rebecca wondered. She peeled off the towels, and brought them upstairs to the laundry room. As she passed the full-length mirror in the hallway, she caught a glimpse of herself. Something wasn’t quite right. She had spied something black around her collarbone.

She backed up and dropped the piss-soaked towels in shock. The pendant was gone. In its place was a flowing black, stylized script, that looked to be inked into her skin. She turned around, and saw that the fresh markings encircled her neck, perfectly. The script dipped between her breasts, and a demonic looking circle, filled with geometric patterns was there to greet her disbelieving eyes.

Rebecca stood there, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. How? What? What the fuck is happening to me! Where is that fucking pendant? Did it do this to me? Is it cursed? Magic and curses aren’t real! This makes literally no sense! Rebecca thought.

She examined the rest of her body, twisting and turning, trying to see every square inch, looking for more markings. She was confident that there were no more to be found, until she took a step back. She peeled off her third pair of soaking wet panties, and let out another involuntary gasp. On her public mound, above her pussy, there was a simple smiley face, that looked as though it had been drawn on by a marker.

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