He was silent as he looked through my packet and resume. “There you go, Rebecca; I told Mr. Hentai “Please don’t fuck my butt,” I cried. As we rolled through Los Angeles, I sat back and acted like a movie star before pulling up to an office building. “OK, Rebecca, tomorrow you’ll meet Randy French. Habel has an opening on Tues at one pm,” She replied. Looking at the two men, I stood there like a deer in headlights. “Well, would you like to show me?” He asked. “Oh, yeah, I’m coming,” I squealed as my back arched and pleasure flooded my body. The nurse returned, took my paperwork, and gave me a cloth gown to change into. I was appalled; they’d talk about me that way. I unpacked and got a text from Mr. “Um, I don’t have a portfolio, sir, but I have
