How to Land a Job During a Recession -- by lightswitch © June 2009 [F/F, reluctant/forced, white female, black female, interracial, enslavement] Note: For a look at JunkTruck's graphical adaptation of this story, start at http://beta.renderotica.com/gallery/showimage.php?i=26421&catid=member&imageuser=32865 =========== Synopsis: A novel, but effective, way to get a job or promotion during even the toughest recession. =========== I looked at the last two applicants and sighed. I already knew which one I was going to hire, but I also knew I still had to go through the charade of finishing the interviews or else HR would make my life hell. The first candidate, Taiga Washington, was a tall, attractive black woman who was probably in her mid- to late-30s. She wore a prim navy suit and skirt, a crisp white blouse, and a thin red silk scarf about her neck -- all in all, very business-like and professional. Her credentials as a software developer were also excellent: She had over 10 years experience in the field and was conversant in C, C++, and object-oriented development. She was, as far as skills went, clearly the superior candidate. The other woman was Kendall Jackson, a leggy young blonde who wore a too-tight, magenta blouse of thin shiny fabric that desperately tried to contain what had to be a pair of magnificent surgically-enhanced tits. She also sported a too-short skirt that showed an enticing expanse of creamy white thigh and black stiletto heels. Kendall was right out of college, her resume boasting of a 2.0 GPA in computer science, which I imagined she probably managed only by having given blow jobs in exchange for others doing her assignments. The fact that she was seemingly oblivious to the expanse of milky cleavage she was flashing showed she was either proud of her cosmetic investment or had never even heard of the book “Dress for Success.” If I were hiring based solely on who could do the better job, Taiga would be the clear winner. However, my situation was ... complicated. Clearly indicated on the ditzy blonde’s resume was the fact that she was a member of Alpha Phi --- my old sorority! That meant I had an obligation to give the job to a sorority sister, even if less qualified. I sighed again. “Taiga,” I began, haltingly. “Your resume is exemplary and your skill set impressive. The attractive black woman smiled and met my gaze, evenly. “Thank you, Ms Rivers,” she said, looking slightly relieved. “I don’t have to tell you how tough it’s been for those of us dealing with a layoff, these days.” Damn, I thought, she thinks she has the job. “Which makes it all the more difficult,” I continued, rushing a bit in my discomfort, “to have to pass on your candidacy.” The beautiful black woman looked as if she’d been pole-axed, staring at me uncomprehendingly. “Kendall,” I pushed on, “you have less experience, but for this particular position, I believe you’ll be a better fit. You have the job.” The perky blonde squealed in delight and jumped up, bouncing enthusiastically. “Oh thanks, Jordan!” she trilled, her large breasts quivering as she leaned forward to hug me. “Alpha Phi forever! Hey, when did you say payday was?” The new-hire bimbo giggled. “You and me are both blondes!” she noted. “Maybe we can make-over the whole office to be blonde! Wouldn’t that be just awesome!” Blushing with embarrassment, I held out my hand to the other applicant. “It was a pleasure speaking with you, Taiga,” I said. “If anything else comes up within the next few weeks, you can be sure we’ll be in contact.” The proud black woman nodded stiffly, obviously not believing a word I’d said, then shook my hand and silently exited my office. * * * * * * I had mixed feelings about hiring Kendall. Even though she was a sorority sister and would fit in well, socially, with the other programmers in my department (who were all white or Asian), she did have the weakest skill set of anyone in the group and would need constant oversight. Worse, her professionalism seemed almost non-existent – she was constantly late for work, taking long lunches, and being tardy for meetings. Part of me regretted hiring her, but ... what choice did I have? She was a sorority sister! Things reached a breaking point a week after she started when she just didn’t show up one day. No phone call or explanation – she just never showed up for work. I tried to get hold of her, but she didn’t answer her phone. I started to wonder if she had taken another job without telling me. After a week and a half, the project schedule was in jeopardy and I had no choice but to replace her. I immediately called Taiga Washington, since she was already a known quantity, and asked if she was still available. To my immense relief, she was and accepted the position. Feeling more than a little guilt, I offered her $5K more than I usually would. The black woman turned out to be incredible! Despite coming onto the project when it was so far in the hole, she came in, took control, and soon had us back on schedule. She was always the first one in the office each morning and the last one to leave. Everyone else in the department respected her abilities and loved her professionalism. Within two months I couldn’t remember what we had done without her! It was three months later that she came into my office and closed the door. “Ms Rivers,” she began haltingly, “I wonder if I might request a ...personal ... favor?” I smiled warmly. “Of course, Taiga!” I told her, happy for any opportunity to make my star worker feel appreciated. “Just name it.” Taiga shifted her feet, uncharacteristically ill at ease. “Thank you, ma’am,” she said. “It’s just that ... I have a sister who is just out of college ... she’s an excellent worker, but just can’t find a job in this bad economy.” I gave her a sympathetic look and nodded. “If she’s anything like you, I’d hire her in an instant ...” I told her. I was rewarded with a grateful smile. “... but unfortunately, we don’t have any openings at present. We’re lucky that we won’t have to downsize anyone. Still, unless there’s some opening due to attrition, we have no hiring needs, at present.” The beautiful black woman nodded her head vigorously. “Oh, I know that, Ms Rivers!” she hastily blurted. “What I was hoping is that you could ... meet with her ... give her some career guidance ... that sort of thing. I think she could really learn a lot from a successful professional woman such as yourself.” I blushed and smiled, flattered. “I know it’s a big imposition and normally I wouldn’t ask,” Taiga continued in a rush, “and if it weren’t for this damned recession and the fact that there just don’t seem to be any jobs out there ....” “Well, sure,” I interjected. “I’d be glad to speak with your sister. Let me just check my calendar ...” “She lives with me,” the black woman quickly volunteered. “Until she can get a job and get her own place. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind stopping by – maybe having a glass of wine while she listened to your advice.” I looked up, considering. I was mildly put out at the idea of having to go somewhere else and inconvenience my schedule – normally I’d expect a supplicant to come to my office and accommodate *my* time. Still, a nice glass of wine ... a chance to see how Taiga lived ... and an opportunity to get her to “owe me one” ... “Of course, I said, forcing a smile. “I’d be glad to help out. What time shall I be there?” * * * * * * * At 7 p.m., I was at the door to Taiga’s apartment complex. I always prided myself on punctuality. The doorman had me on the list and let me in. Making my way to the elevator, I puzzled at how a Senior Programmer Analyst could afford such swanky accommodations. On one hand, I did pay Taiga well, but ... surely not *this* well. I knocked on her door and an absolutely lovely young black girl invited me in. She appeared to be in her early 20s, with a smooth, flawless dark complexion. Her tight T-shirt and jeans showed off an incredible figure with which only the young, not yet victims of age or gravity, were blessed. She gave me a warm, appreciative smile. “Hi,” she purred, “I’m Shania, Taiga’s sister. I’m *so* glad you agreed to help me with your advice! I just graduated college last month and the job market is brutal for a young person just starting out! Getting advice from a successful business woman such as yourself will be a huge advantage for me, going forward!” I smiled, flattered. “It will be my pleasure,” I assured her. I looked around, noting that the apartment was tastefully decorated in a modern style. “So, where *is* Taiga?” Shania gave me a big, warm grin that melted me. This pretty young girl was just so personable! “Oh, she’s in her room,” the attractive collegian told me, “feeding her pet. But please, come on in! Let me get you a glass of Chardonnay!” I wanted to ask what kind of pet Taiga had, but was quickly ushered into the living room by my attentive young hostess. “I’ll bet it’s a cat,” I thought. I could see the lovely black woman having some sleek, beautiful feline as a pet, lavishing attention on it. Sipping the proffered glass of wine, I scanned the young girl’s resume. I was immediately struck by how it paralleled Kendall’s which I had reviewed a while back – both girls had were just out of college with degrees in Computer Science. But where Kendall had a barely-acceptable, if unremarkable, college stint, young Shania’s transcripts and resume really stood out. The young black girl had graduated with a 3.9 GPA while holding down an unpaid internship at IBM and serving as a volunteer for the university computer labs. She had samples of previous work that showed a definite understanding of programming principles and her code was well-commented. “If only Kendall had had a resume with *half* of this girl’s qualifications,” I sighed. “It would have made the decision to go with her over Taiga at least somewhat plausible.” Even after so many months, I still felt guilty about that hiring decision, especially after Taiga had proved herself to be *such* an outstanding professional. A muffled grunt from the direction of the bedrooms distracted me. “Please,” Shania said hurriedly, “let me refill your glass!” She poured a generous splash of chilled white wine into my still half-full goblet and I sipped gratefully, enjoying the taste of this obviously top-shelf vintage. “Your resume is excellent, Shania,” I told the pretty black girl. “In an economy that had *any* entry-level job openings available, they’d snatch you up in a second!” Shania’s lovely face darkened as she flushed with pride. A muffled moan from the direction of the bedrooms caught my attention. What was going *on* in there? Had someone been hurt? Concerned, I rose to go check on Taiga. “Where ... where are you going?” Shania asked, eyes widening in alarm. “Didn’t you hear that?” I asked. “It sounded like moans, coming from the bedroom. I hope your sister hasn’t fallen and injured herself. We may have to call for an ambulance.” In a flash, the pretty black girl was at my side, taking me by the arm and guiding me back to the couch. “Oh, there’s no need to worry, Ms Rivers,” Shania smiled, her perfect white teeth flashing in a wide grin. She sat us down, holding out her resume. “Do you think I have enough in the ‘related experience’ section?” she asked, pressing her full, young breasts against my arm. I felt a strange ripple of excitement pass through me, but shook it off, in disgust. Why was I feeling like this? Sure, this young girl was exceptionally attractive, but ... she was a *girl* for God’s sake, and about 15 to 20 years younger than me! Maybe it was the way she kept pressing against me, almost as if maximizing skin contact ... Impossible, I thought, shaking my head in dismissal. Shania was obviously an ambitious, intelligent young woman who was merely interested in getting career advice from an older, more experienced, woman. She couldn’t have any idea what effect she was having on me by being so close ... unwittingly pressing against me like she was ... Her fingertips caressed the back of my hand as she reached over to point to a section of her resume. A tingle of pleasure traced the path they touched and I repressed a shudder of arousal. What the hell was the matter with me?!? Was I some kind of repressed lesbian? I had to focus my mind ... get back into safer waters. All thoughts of the strange moaning from the other room were forgotten. “Not at all, Shania,” I answered, responding to the last question I remembered, “you have exemplary experience for someone just out of college! All you need is a break from this damned economy! The minute some entry-level job is open, I guarantee you will be a top candidate for it!” The pretty black girl gave a wide grin, which then twisted wryly. “If I know who’ll doing the hiring, that is,” she sighed. “I know it isn’t enough to be qualified, these days. Office politics exist, too, but I really don’t know much about what that area.” She looked at me with expressive eyes, but with an expression I couldn’t read. “Sometimes it doesn’t matter how good you are,” she murmured. “Those that have some kind of ‘in’ with the hiring manager are the ones who get the job.” I gave her a disproving “tut.” “Now, that’s not true, Shania,” I chided. “Achievement in this country is a result of what you accomplish. We live in a meritocracy, and ...” “If you had to choose between my accomplishments and, say, Kendall’s, who do you think would be the better candidate?” Shania asked, giving me a steady, even look. I stopped, confused and strangely alarmed. Kendall? My mind raced. How did Shania know about Kendal? “What was it about her that made you select her?” the pretty black girl murmured, leaning so close so that I felt her breathy whisper, hot and moist, on my ear. “Did you find her attractive? Do you have a thing for young girls?” I sat, numb with confusion, alarm, and ... to my shock, a growing feeling of arousal. “This was no accident,” something in my mind warned. “You’ve been set up.” I didn’t know what Taiga and Shania’s intent were, but something told me I shouldn’t be here. And yet ... The pretty black girl’s thick, sensuous lips brushed enticingly against my ear. I could feel her breath, coming in soft, hot pants, as she drew her mouth closer and began tracing a slow, deliberate path from my ear down the side of my neck. A button unfastened on my blouse and I felt a hand slide inside to cup one of my heavy breasts, sending tingly waves of pleasure through my body. “That’s it, isn’t it,” the lovely black girl purred, sowing a trail of soft kisses down the side of my throat. “You have a thing for younger girls, don’t you Ms Rivers.” I gasped, trying to collect my thoughts and resist the pretty black girl’s seduction. “No,” I gasped weakly. “That’s not it. It's just ... just that Kendall was a legacy ... a sorority sister ... had to ...” I hadn’t noticed Shania’s soft kisses had switched direction. Her soft, full lips now planted themselves over my mouth, cutting off the rest of my feeble response. I let loose an involuntary moan as the young girl’s tongue slid along my thin, pink lips before snaking slowly into my slack mouth. I was conflicted, paralyzed with shock. In spite of Shania’s accusation, I had never been kissed by another woman before and was taken aback by how pleasurable it felt. The young black girl’s hands had slid inside my brassiere and were gently but firmly fondling my breasts, stroking my swollen pink nipples as her tongue continued to explore the recesses of my fevered mouth. “No,” I mumbled, as I feebly tried to push her hands away. But the aroused young girl was not to be denied as she used her weight to push me back on the couch and lay on top of me. My blouse and bra had somehow been completely removed, as had hers, and she mashed her firm, dark breasts against my heavier, pale boobs, grabbing my head in both her hands as she pushed her tongue deeper into my mouth and down my throat. I moaned and gagged, weakly struggling beneath her taut, dark body as she dominantly and confidently tongue-fucked me. I felt my skirt fall away, followed by my panties as the dark beauty stripped me – her hot, hungry mouth never leaving mine. The sensations overwhelmed me and I stopped struggling, finally allowing the beautiful black girl to have her way with me. I don’t know when she had shucked off her own tight jeans or when she had switched positions, but I looked up to see her young, dark pussy hovering above me, her dark, glossy pubic hair glistening with dampness in the lamplight. She was straddling my head, her athletic legs pinning my arms and shoulders as I watched her dark, musky crotch descend towards my face. Caught in her reverse straddle, I could only watch as her hot, young pussy lowered to nestle over my mouth and the full, dark globes of her beautiful round ass settle down on my nose and upper-face. Unseen fingers, confident and sure, slid between my nether lips and slowly began to thrust deeply inside me. I didn’t care about resisting anymore; the hot, raw pleasure of being taken by this dusky young beauty had completely overwhelmed me and all I cared about was thrusting myself lewdly against those penetrating fingers and inhaling the musky scent of my young seducer’s arousal. I found her clit, engorged and stiff, and sucked it in between my lips, relishing the sound of her pleased groaning. I sucked and lapped at her sloppy wet cunt as she ground her dark sex down on my pale, willing face. I met every thrust of her fingers with a corresponding thrust of my pelvis, helpless to resist my dominant young lover’s savage finger-fucking. I knew I was helpless against her talented ministrations. To my surprise, Shania succumbed first, grinding herself down hard and gushing hot juices over my face. Half-drowning in the young girl’s cum-squirts, I climaxed myself, feeling my pussy spasm hard around her thrusting fingers, trapping them deep inside me. “Oh, yeah,” I heard the sated black girl sigh. She slowly raised her crotch slightly from my face, giving me some much-needed air. “That was nice.” She lowered her crotch so that her coarse, damp pubes tickled my nose. “Clean me off, baby,” she purred. Reacting instinctively, I did as I was told, lapping the musky cum-juice from the panting black girl’s steamy moist clam. “Ah yeah,” she sighed in pleasure. With an effort, she finally pushed away and regained her feet. She gazed down at me as I lay there, still splayed on the couch and slimed with her pussy juice. “This is going to work out well,” she murmured. “I think I’m going to like working at your company.” I stirred, groggily. The horny young black girl had completely exhausted me with her dominant seduction, but her words still filtered through my lust-fogged brain. “Shania,” I protested. “I told you, I’d love to hire you but we don’t have any openings. We can’t hire anyone unless it’s to replace someone who leaves.” The pretty black girl nodded and grinned, pulling me to my feet. I know, she said, leading me -- still stumbling – to Taiga’s bedroom. Shania opened the door. Inside, I saw a queen-sized bed with only a bright lime-green bottom sheet on it. On the bed was a gorgeous young blonde, her ankles tied to her wrists with thick, braided rope and these pulled over her head and tied to the posts at the head of the bed, effectively raising the beautiful blonde’s perfect, pale ass high into the air, her legs splayed wide to expose a shaven pussy, lips swollen and puffy with arousal. I couldn’t tell the identity of the blonde because her face was covered by Taiga’s crotch, as the attractive black woman sat dominantly on her victim’s face. “Mission accomplished!” Shania announced, pulling me into a tight embrace and fondling my left tit. Taiga smiled and nodded her congratulations. “That’s the way, sis!” the older black woman praised. “I told you this plan would work. I figure it may take a few weeks for the wheels to get in motion, but everything is set, now. I’m sure you’ll do a great job!” As pleasurable as the young girl’s groping was, I tried to focus. “But I keep telling you!” I protested. “We don’t have any jobs at the company. The economy is terrible and we don’t have anyone leaving to provide an opening.” Taiga, eyes half-closed as she rode the unresisting blonde’s face, grinned. “Sure we do,” she sighed, giving an extra-hard wriggle on her victim’s face. The bound blonde moaned and I could see droplets of arousal on the subdued white girl’s exposed, bare pussy lips. “I’ll hire her to take my place, once I’m promoted,” Taiga said, intensifying the thrusting of her crotch, as her excitement mounted. I tried to ignore the pleasurable fondling to which the young black girl was subjecting me, even as her hands trailed down to my exhausted, but still-wet pussy. “You can’t hire anyone,” I protested. “*I* am the manager of the department and *I* do the hiring.” Taiga grinned, sliding a finger into her victim’s exposed, sloppy-wet pussy as the lovely black woman continued to savagely face-fuck the blonde tied to the bed. “You won’t be the manager,” Taiga said, “after you don’t show up for work anymore. No matter how much they liked you, they’ll have no choice but to replace you, eventually.” The aroused black woman was pounding her pelvis down so furiously on the bound blonde’s face that I worried she’d break the girl’s nose, if the white girl wasn’t smothered to death, first. “And what better replacement,” Taiga panted, her eyes rolling back in her head as her climax washed over her, “than the woman who stepped up in time of crisis and kept the department running after their beloved manager disappeared?” Shania pushed me gently back onto the large bed and kissed me as she continued to finger my clit. “Don’t worry, baby,” the young black girl purred. “While we can’t ever let you go free, I’ll take care of you from now on – you’ll be my personal pet.” I moaned helplessly into the young girl’s open, dominant mouth as she rubbed my sensitive love-nub. So, that was it! They planned to keep me imprisoned in their apartment as a sex slave and have Taiga positioned to get promoted into my old job, after I didn’t show up for work ever again! Then Taiga would hire Shania for the new opening left by her promotion! I was conflicted. I couldn’t deny that the dominant lesbian sex to which I’d just been subjected had been the best and most intense I had ever experienced in my life. But still ... to give up my job ... my career ... the *life* I had built ... to become the sex slave of some dominant, horny college bitch who planned to sacrifice *my* freedom for *her* career gain ...?!? “You’re insane,” I gasped, struggling against the feeling of another climax building as the young black girl’s talented fingers relentlessly worked over my throbbing, aching clit. “It will never work,” I moaned. “You’ll never get away with it! You can’t just kidnap someone, turn them into a sex slave, and take over their jobs!” The bound blonde’s heavily-roped limbs twitched as she slowly suffocated under Taiga’s sopping wet crotch. The now-sated black woman sat heavily on her young victim’s face while the older woman caught her breath. “Never get away with it?” Taiga laughed, finally raising her smothering wet pussy from the bound white girl’s face. “I already have.” Gasping in great lungfuls of air, her face besmeared with a thick layer of cunt juice, Kendall wept even as Taiga slid a thick black sextoy into the bound white girl’s exposed, upthrust pussy and dildo-fucked the helpless blonde to yet another unwanted orgasm.