Once upon a time, in a world where unemployment was still a prevalent issue, there was a young man named Steve. He had been retrenched six months ago and was struggling to find a job to support his family and elderly parents. Desperate for work, he managed to secure an interview at a video production company, even though he wasn't exactly qualified. He hoped that his enthusiasm and willingness to learn would impress the hiring manager.
The day of the interview, Steve dressed up in his best suit and tie, anxious but determined. When he arrived at the office, he was surprised to find that he wasn't the only one there. Another young man, who looked equally nervous, was waiting in the lobby. They both introduced themselves and waited together in silence.
After what seemed like hours, the hiring manager, Goddess Tempest, finally appeared. She was a tall and beautiful woman with an air of authority around her. She led them into her office and sat them down across from her desk. She informed them that they were both talented and had potential but there was only one position available.
Steve's heart sank as he heard this, but then Goddess Tempest revealed that she had another idea. She explained to Steve that she felt bad for the other candidate as well, so instead of just choosing one of them, she would create a new position specifically for them. The Personal Slave (P.S.) position.
She told him that as part of his probation period, he would have to lick her smelly asshole and then serve as her personal toilet, cleaning up after her whenever needed. Steve was taken aback by surprise, but he tried to remain composed. He didn't see any other options at this point.
Reluctantly, he agreed to her request, and Goddess Tempest told him to prove his dedication by saying it out loud: "I want to lick your smelly asshole and be your personal toilet, Goddess Tempest."
He swallowed hard as he said it, feeling humiliated and degraded. But he knew he had to do this if he wanted any chance at a job.
With that, Goddess Tempest stood up and pulled her office pants down, revealing her plump, hairy asshole to him. She instructed him to get on his knees in front of her and started lubricating his tongue with her finger, preparing him for what was to come.
As Steve knelt there, he could feel the heat of shame rising up within him. But he also felt a twinge of excitement at the thought of being given this opportunity, no matter how degrading it might be.
After a few moments of preparation, Goddess Tempest commanded him to begin. Slowly, tentatively at first, Steve leaned forward and began to lick her asshole. The taste and texture were unpleasant, but he forced himself to continue, determined to prove his worthiness to his potential employer.
As he licked, he could feel Goddess Tempest's muscles tensing and relaxing around his tongue. She moaned softly, encouraging him to continue even as he wanted nothing more than to wipe his mouth and run away from this entire situation.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Goddess Tempest told him he had finished his task. He stood up, grateful to be done with this humiliating task but also anxious about what would come next.
She told him to follow her and led him to a small bathroom. Inside, she sat on the toilet and sighed, looking exhausted. "I really need to take a shit," she murmured. "I wonder if you're going to be any good at cleaning it up."
With that, Goddess Tempest pushed her pants down to her ankles, revealing her plump, bare ass to him. She wiped herself carefully and then leaned forward, grunting as she released a soft, smelly turd onto the floor.
Steve stood there, frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. This was even more humiliating than he could have imagined. But he remembered his promise and forced himself to move.
Slowly, carefully, he knelt down next to Goddess Tempest and began to clean up her mess using a small plastic bag she provided. He tried to ignore the smell and focus on the task at hand, scrubbing the floor and picking up any small pieces of feces that had escaped the bag.
Once he was finished, Goddess Tempest stood up and inspected his work. She nodded approvingly. "You did a good job," she said, surprising him with her praise. "Welcome to the team, Personal Slave."
With that, he was officially employed. As he walked out of the bathroom, he couldn't help but wonder what other humiliating tasks might lay ahead of him. But for now, he was just thankful to have a job, no matter how degrading it might be.
