hereforfun7
Virgin
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- Dec 15, 2025
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It had been about had a year since I started working at my current job. I’d been hired at a big company to be the assistant to one of the hire-ups. I did almost every simple task for him, making his copy, setting his schedules, taking his calls, making his coffees, and any other stuff that he requested. Although, to my fault I was quite clumsy with many of them. I spilt coffee often, sometimes mixed up dates, and missed some important calls. It was just a job I was having a very hard time getting used to. Today, my boss, Ken, called me into his office.
I stood in front of him wearing a tight white button up shirt, which felt particularly tight around my boobs, with a black skin tight dress that fell just above my knee. My hair was blonde and fell in waves over my shoulders as I stood there in front of him.
“You haven’t been doing your job very well recently, Blair” He scolds me, looking up from his paperwork. I shift my legs awkwardly and tilt my head up slightly, looking as innocently guilty as possible.
“I’m sorry, sir. It’s just soo hard to get used to all of your procedures, but I’m getting better,” I argue. I can’t afford to lose this job now, I was a recent college graduate and this was the only job I could land after graduating. Losing this job meant I’d have no income and no way to continue paying off my loans.
“Is there something I can do to make you change your mind? About firing me? I’ll do anything, I swear I’ll work harder from now on.” I say, taking a step closer to his desk and pushing my hands together in a beg.
I stood in front of him wearing a tight white button up shirt, which felt particularly tight around my boobs, with a black skin tight dress that fell just above my knee. My hair was blonde and fell in waves over my shoulders as I stood there in front of him.
“You haven’t been doing your job very well recently, Blair” He scolds me, looking up from his paperwork. I shift my legs awkwardly and tilt my head up slightly, looking as innocently guilty as possible.
“I’m sorry, sir. It’s just soo hard to get used to all of your procedures, but I’m getting better,” I argue. I can’t afford to lose this job now, I was a recent college graduate and this was the only job I could land after graduating. Losing this job meant I’d have no income and no way to continue paying off my loans.
“Is there something I can do to make you change your mind? About firing me? I’ll do anything, I swear I’ll work harder from now on.” I say, taking a step closer to his desk and pushing my hands together in a beg.