Working 9-to-5

All the Buffy characters are the intellectual property of someone not me; this story may not be sold or distributed on a profit-making basis.

This story is in answer to a discussion over at Twisting the Hellmouth about unnecessary Buffy-Bashing. I’m not a Buffy-basher, and this story should be considered more ironic than anything else. Addition chapters depend upon feedback and my ever-expanding workload.

Job Interview

"I’m sorry Miss Summers," the manager of the Doublemeat Palace said as he looked across his desk at the young Slayer, "but I don’t think you’re quite what we’re looking for."

"Please, I need this job," Buffy pouted, doing her best to look hopeless, feeling it dig at her pride. "I have a younger sister to support..."

The manager nodded and sighed, "I understand your situation, and I feel for you, a really do," he told her, "But I can’t make an exception, no matter how much I’d like to."

Buffy sat there dumbfounded. This was literally the last job available in Sunnydale. Anything else in the local paper required experience or qualifications that she just didn’t have. Xander had jokingly suggested that she take the advice she was given at Career Day and join the police department, but she’d had too many close calls with them over the years to take that seriously. It wouldn’t be long before the social worker came round again to see how she was coping, and she knew that if she didn’t at least have a job Dawn would probably be taken into state custody.

She needed this job, one way or another.

"Wait!" Buffy exclaimed, looking up at the manger as he started to rise out of his seat, "I NEED this job. There has to be something we can work out..."

"Just what exactly are you suggesting, Miss Summers?" the older man asked as looked at her over the top of his wire-rimmed glasses.

"I really need the job," Buffy pleaded. "I’ll do...anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Why don’t you show me just what you mean by, ‘anything’." The manager took off his glasses as he settled back into his chair. "And please, call me Joe."

Buffy slowly stood and walked round the table, locking the office door as she slowly rotated the manager’s chair round so it faced her. Getting down on her knees, she undid his belt and slowly pulled down his fly. Her hand moved into his boxers, reluctantly taking hold his manhood.

"There’s a good girl," the manager told her with a smile. "Don’t be shy now that you’ve come this far."

Buffy suppressed the urge to rip his genitals off and force feed them to him, knowing that would only make her situation worse. Moving her hand back and forth she started to rub him, hoping that he’d cum then and there and save her the humiliation she knew was still to come. He proved to be bigger than Buffy had anticipated, almost as big as the dildo she’d bought herself as a joke not long after graduating high school. She’d never used it; just kept it at the back of her sock drawer as a dirty little joke, but now she wished she had. The practise would have done her good.

As she freed him completely Buffy leaned forward, her mouth closing around his cock head as her tongue licked at it tentatively. As much as she hated herself for doing this, she knew that her future employment relied on her doing a good job here. As crap as the pay was, it was better than nothing, and would stop the state from taking Dawn away. Remembering just what was at risk, Buffy slowly started to bob her head back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper each time.

"That’s it, little girl. You know what you’re doing, don’t you?" The manager smiled as he looked down at Buffy, reaching down to run his fingers through her hair slowly. "Why don’t you play with that little slit of your while you’re at it? Come on, let old Joe see you play with yourself, slut!"

The word stuck Buffy with near physical force, but she had already gone too far to back away now. So she slowly started to pull her short skirt up until it was around her waist. She was silently thankful that she’d been forced to wear a thong, as the rest of her underwear was in the laundry. That at least made what she was about to do easier.

Slowly, Buffy started to rub around her clit with her index finger, making circles around the nerve cluster. Her body had already started to react automatically to the situation she found herself in, her womanhood growing slightly damp, easing her touch. She forced herself to block out just what she was doing and concentrate instead on her own pleasure. 'Perhaps that’s the best way to get through this?' she told herself.

The manager groaned as he felt Buffy’s tongue work its way along his length, until her throat closed around the first few inches of his manhood. He felt her lips reach the root of his cock, her tongue licking its sensitive underside. Buffy bobbed her head back and forth, going from deepthroat to having just the tip of his member between her lips and back again in one fluid movement.

Buffy had become almost completely cut off from reality when the manager suddenly pushed her head back, pulling himself from her mouth in one go. She looked up hopefully, thinking that maybe her ordeal was over with, but the look on his face quickly told her otherwise. The manager reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet. Opening it up, he produced a foil-wrapped condom and handed it over. "You know what to do don’t you, slut?" His voice was almost a sneer now.

Resigned to her fate, Buffy took the condom and opened the foil wrapping. Slowly, she placed it over the head of her tormenter's erect manhood and pulled it down over its length. Completing her tasked, she looked up.

"Stand up and bend over the desk," the manager commanded with a leer, "and spread those legs of your oh so wide for me."

Buffy did as she was instructed, trying her best to relax. Bending over the desk as instructed, she spread her legs as far apart as she could, knowing that it would make her now very damp slit open wide. She felt the manager push up her skirt further, flipping it over so her ass was exposed to the cool air of the air-conditioned office. He placed one hand on the small of her back, holding her down, and he used the other to guide himself to her.

The Slayer felt the tip of his manhood press against her outer lips, slowly opening them to admit him. She felt a stab of pain as he started to stretch her, pushing deeper into her as he leaned forward. She couldn’t help but yelp slightly with the pain as he moved back out till just the tip of his erection was inside her, them plunged back in to the hilt.

Pain rocked through Buffy’s body as she felt herself stretch to accommodate the intruder. The manager held himself in place, basking in the feel of Buffy’s tight, young body wrapped around him. He pulled out again sharply before burying himself again in her nimble body, slowly building up a steady but unrelenting pace that surprised Buffy.

The force of the constant pounding she was taking, coupled with the hand holding her down, started to rub Buffy’s clit against the surface of the desk. At first the sensation was lost amid the pain of the intrusion, but as her body slowly begin accustomed to the size she started to feel a slight tingle of pleasure. Sickened by the way her own body was betraying her, Buffy tried to ignore the sensation but it was impossible for her to put it out of her mind.

"Oh god!" Buffy moaned as she felt her orgasm slowly start to build deep inside her, her abused sex growing damper. She was stunned to discover that her body had started to move back in time with the manager’s forward thrusts, forcing him deeper and deeper into her core. Soon she could feel him pressing against her cervix and was glad that he’d made her put the condom on his manhood: she’d stopped taking the pill after Riley had left, and would have otherwise been completely unprotected at this point in her cycle.

"That’s it, you little slut!" the manager growled as he used his free hand to slap her firm buttocks sharply. "You know you like it!"

Unable to control herself any longer, Buffy gave in and let her orgasm wash over her. She could feel her womanhood clamp down on its unwelcome intruder, rippling along its length. Then she suddenly felt the manager go stiff against her, his manhood pulsing deep inside her as his seed filled the condom almost to the bursting point.

"Take it you little slut, take it!" he roared, his back arched.

Time past in a blur as Buffy slowly came down from her orgasm induced daze. By the time she had regained her senses, the manager had gotten himself fully redressed and was straightening his tie. He looked down at her smugly as she did her best to make herself look presentable. "Well, Miss Summers, I think we may be able to find a position for you here after all." His voice dripped with smug satisfaction. "And if you should ever need a little ‘overtime’, just let me know. I’d be more than happy to make sure you get all you need."

"I don’t think that’s ever going to happen," Buffy snapped, pulling her thong back up before letting her rumpled skirt fall back down. She still felt sore between her legs, but she knew that her enhanced Slayer healing would take care of it overnight.

"Oh, I don’t know about that..." the manager said with a smirk before nodding smugly

The End?