Performance review (fictional)
Shit shit shit
How am I gonna get out of this. I cant lose my job. Fucking hell. I was doing so good and then the flu hit. My throat swelled up and I could barely breathe, I still performed, still came to the job, still fulfilled all my duties.
These thoughts keep banging in my head as I sat in front of the hr office. The receptionist was at her desk, her head bobbing in rhythm to the cock she was sucking, barely paying any attention to me. I was called to the floor a while ago with a mysterious meeting setup on my calendar – “performance review” – it said. I knew what that meant, I knew what had led me to being here.
That one week of the flu where I couldn’t complete my quota of cum guzzling liters. Where I did not document the evidences of my morning coffee being taken by me with warm piss and cum from the designated officers. I was out of my mind, I should have fabricated it, should have pissed in my own cup and documented it when my throat was too swollen to even gag on a pencil. I was truly dumb. I wanted to follow the right path and get back to hitting my quota soon, but the performance miss was noted and here I was.
The receptionist made a gagging sound and I turned my head towards her, she had cum flooding out of her nose. I bet her performance was never questioned, she had a line of men from the 2nd floor who were on their break in front of her. I was sure she would hit her quota and be completely safe.
Fuck fuck, I really need this job. What the fuck should I do.
While the officer currently holding her hair like handlebars made his final thrust to push the receptionist’s head down to his extremely bushy pubes and release her, the door opened to the office I was sitting outside of.
“come in please” – said kenny, my manager. His face was stoic, I had fucked up big time.
As I got up and smoothed my skirt, kenny made a tch tch sound and looked to my chest. My nerves led me to completely forget my duties, this day was a clusterfuck. I was thankful to that indication, atleast he was looking out for me I thought, as I pulled my udders right out of my tight sweater and rested them in full view. Leadership meetings required me to be on full display, and I forgot that important rule.
“For fuck’s sake, whats gotten into you”, said kenny when he closed the door behind him and rushed towards the receptionist’s desk where another officer was tapping his tip on her tongue, and picked a marker to walk towards me.
“Listen, I know you are a good employee, but you missed your quota. You know very well that we don’t tolerate that in our relief department. I have vouched for you heavily in there, but this was coming and you know it. However, don’t worry, a pip is not the end. You just have to work extra hard for the next couple of months and you will be fine”, he said as he handed me the marker.
With trembling hands I took it, and nodded to him. He truly was a life saver.
“okay we don’t have a lot of time to chat here, they want to see you now”, kenny said as he slapped my udders and started pinching my nipples to make them more red. I did have my evidence from this week’s boob bruises to show, so I know I can make a strong case. While kenny brought his teeth on my boobs and started biting me, I had my usual reaction of my cunt getting soaked. In the meantime, I started scribbling “used udders” on my chest, he straightened up to review my handiwork.
“that should be good”, he said.
“one more thing, lets do this”, and he took the marker from my hands and indicated me to drop my skirt. Oh this was turning out to be a good idea, he was really helping me show my skills and my capability. As I stripped out of my underwear, he plugged the marker in my soaking cunt.
“Now hold it there, and let them see your dedication”.
He started walking back to the office and I followed him, making sure my cunt was gripping the marker deep inside. I steeled my spine and followed him. I can do this.