Ch. 02
Mamma went over my draw and commission agreement very briefly and emphasized that I was on probation, and could be let go for any reason or even no reason. She said she would have a check for me against the draw in the morning. I was to report at 9:00 AM sharp.
I thanked her and went home. Abby wasn't home yet, so I got on the computer and went into the various social media sites to look at what Darrell had seen that got his interest. There were many pictures of me and Abby and our friends. Some who used to be our friends. While all the pictures of Abby showed her to be very attractive, none were risque. The most revealing ones were when we were on vacation at the beach, and she was in a bikini. While it showed she had ample breasts and a nice body, not even those could be considered risque or racy whatsoever.
When Abby got home, I told her I got the job, but also told her about the really inappropriate questions, like if she has sex with other men, and his asking for more pictures of her and was disappointed I didn't have any that showed her in something revealing. I even told her that I had to tell him about being made to blow the black bully and wearing panties. I told her about the draw against the commission and that I would be on probation for several months.
While she was shocked, she said, “We don't really have any choice. Our electricity will be shut off in a few days, and soon we will be evicted. You need to do what he tells you to do, at least for now. I know it will be hard.”
I nodded in agreement and gave her a soft kiss on her luscious, full lips. She gave me an encouraging smile. I would do anything to make her happy.
The next day, I reported for work, getting there before 9:00. Mamma assigned me an office, gave me some reading material, and also gave me some training DVDs I could watch on a computer on my desk. Some of the DVDs were about the system they use for writing up insurance quotes and binders. Before lunch, she gave me a check against the draw, as promised.
She said, “Remember, this must be paid back, either through offset against your commissions or in cash if you stop working here. My son will get it out of you one way or another, you better believe that.”
I believed her. During lunch, I went to the bank to cash the check, then quickly made a payment against our electricity bill.
Mid-afternoon, the blonde girl I had seen during my interview came into my office with another girl, dark-haired, to introduce themselves. As short as the skirt was on the blonde girl, the dark haired girl had an even shorter skirt. They both had incredibly long legs, right up to their, umm, well, you know what. Both of them were gorgeous.
The blonde said her name was Candy. I thought “Candy” was a name reserved for strippers, but I refrained from saying that. The dark haired girl said her name was Riley.
They sat in the chairs in front of my desk. When they sat, I could clearly see their panties. Both of their panties were pink and lacy. They made no effort to hide anything. It was very hard to tear my eyes away, but I managed to after a bit. They were both smiling at me, knowing I was looking. They didn't seem to mind.
Finally, Riley said, “We hear you have a very pretty wife. What is her name?”
“Thank you. Yes. Abby.”
Candy piped up and said, “Could we see some pictures of her?”
“Sure,” I said, wondering why they would want to see pictures of my wife. I got my cell phone out and showed them.
“Yes, very pretty,” exclaimed Riley. “I can see why Darrell hired you.” Then she gave me a huge smile. I got nervous, wondering what the hell that meant.
They both got up and wiggled their asses out of my office. I stared for several minutes at the empty spot in my doorway where their asses were last seen. I was embarrassed that my dick even got a bit hard. They were very hot girls.
For a couple of days, I went through a lot of training on the office procedures, the computer systems, etc. so that when I was finally allowed to handle a customer, I would have at least some idea as to what I was doing.
At the end of the third day, Mamma called me over to her desk. She told me to drop my pants. I laughed and started to turn toward the door to go home. She caught my arm and twisted. It hurt.
I said, “Ow! That hurt!”
She ignored that, and said, “Drop your motherfucking pants. I won't tell you again.”
I was startled, but undid my belt and zipped down, then dropped my pants to my knees. She looked at my white briefs.
She laughed, and said “Not much there, is there? Tomorrow comes in wearing pink panties. It's a job requirement.”
I laughed and went home.
That evening, I told Abby what happened. She laughed, saying, “Wow, that is such a weird place to work. I've never heard of something like that. Mamma was obviously joking, though.”
The next morning, I arrived at work before Mamma did. She came in several minutes after and called me over to her desk.
“Drop your pants, sweetie,” she said.
When I did so, she looked at my white briefs and tisked. She grabbed me by my dick through the fabric of my underpants and pulled me into Darrell's office. It was hard for me to walk with my pants down to my knees, but she kept pulling hard on my dick and I had no choice. It really hurt.
Darrell was at his desk, watching. Mamma sat in a chair and pulled my briefs all the way down, ******** my dick and my ass, then pulled me over her knees. Darrell started laughing when she spanked my naked ass as hard as she could. It stung badly, and it brought tears to my eyes. I knew my ass was turning bright red, as both of my naked cheeks got sore. Tears were flowing from my eyes. My ass was really stinging. I had never been spanked that hard even when a little kid.
Finally, Mamma let me up and told me to take my briefs off entirely. I pulled my pants off, slipped out of my underpants, and stood there, my whole bottom naked, my dick fully *******, right in front of Mamma and Darrell. Mamma grabbed a hold of my balls and squeezed. Tears continued to roll down my cheeks as I squirmed. Not only was it embarrassing to stand there with no pants and my dick ******* and my ass red, but a large black woman as old as my own mom had my nuts locked into her tight grip.
Mamma released my balls yanked my dick, and told me, “Okay, put your pants back on, but leave your ridiculous underwear off. Tomorrow, you will come in wearing pink panties as I told you.”
Then she yanked my dick hard again and threw my white briefs into the trash.
I said, “Yes, Mamma.”
I turned to leave Darrell's office, but he stopped me and told me to bring in photos of my wife.
He said, “And make sure they are totally nude. Include some spread-leg ones. I want to see all of her: her tits, her ass, and her cunt. Got it?”
I nodded, and said, “Yes, Sir.” But I was really thinking that this would be my last day working for this agency. I simply did not know how I would explain this to Abby.
I went back to my office, very embarrassed, and very worried. It hurt to sit, so I stood at my desk, going over some office procedures, but mostly thinking about how I would bring this all up with Abby.
Candy came in, smiling. She said, “I heard Mamma spanking you. What did you do?”
I told her about the pink panties requirement, my face turning as red as my ass. I also blurted out that Darrell also instructed me to bring in some naked photos of my wife.
Candy giggled, and said, “Better do what he told you to do. And if you think you can get by with not coming in, or quitting, forget it. He knows how to handle that. Just do it.”
End of PART 2
I thanked her and went home. Abby wasn't home yet, so I got on the computer and went into the various social media sites to look at what Darrell had seen that got his interest. There were many pictures of me and Abby and our friends. Some who used to be our friends. While all the pictures of Abby showed her to be very attractive, none were risque. The most revealing ones were when we were on vacation at the beach, and she was in a bikini. While it showed she had ample breasts and a nice body, not even those could be considered risque or racy whatsoever.
When Abby got home, I told her I got the job, but also told her about the really inappropriate questions, like if she has sex with other men, and his asking for more pictures of her and was disappointed I didn't have any that showed her in something revealing. I even told her that I had to tell him about being made to blow the black bully and wearing panties. I told her about the draw against the commission and that I would be on probation for several months.
While she was shocked, she said, “We don't really have any choice. Our electricity will be shut off in a few days, and soon we will be evicted. You need to do what he tells you to do, at least for now. I know it will be hard.”
I nodded in agreement and gave her a soft kiss on her luscious, full lips. She gave me an encouraging smile. I would do anything to make her happy.
The next day, I reported for work, getting there before 9:00. Mamma assigned me an office, gave me some reading material, and also gave me some training DVDs I could watch on a computer on my desk. Some of the DVDs were about the system they use for writing up insurance quotes and binders. Before lunch, she gave me a check against the draw, as promised.
She said, “Remember, this must be paid back, either through offset against your commissions or in cash if you stop working here. My son will get it out of you one way or another, you better believe that.”
I believed her. During lunch, I went to the bank to cash the check, then quickly made a payment against our electricity bill.
Mid-afternoon, the blonde girl I had seen during my interview came into my office with another girl, dark-haired, to introduce themselves. As short as the skirt was on the blonde girl, the dark haired girl had an even shorter skirt. They both had incredibly long legs, right up to their, umm, well, you know what. Both of them were gorgeous.
The blonde said her name was Candy. I thought “Candy” was a name reserved for strippers, but I refrained from saying that. The dark haired girl said her name was Riley.
They sat in the chairs in front of my desk. When they sat, I could clearly see their panties. Both of their panties were pink and lacy. They made no effort to hide anything. It was very hard to tear my eyes away, but I managed to after a bit. They were both smiling at me, knowing I was looking. They didn't seem to mind.
Finally, Riley said, “We hear you have a very pretty wife. What is her name?”
“Thank you. Yes. Abby.”
Candy piped up and said, “Could we see some pictures of her?”
“Sure,” I said, wondering why they would want to see pictures of my wife. I got my cell phone out and showed them.
“Yes, very pretty,” exclaimed Riley. “I can see why Darrell hired you.” Then she gave me a huge smile. I got nervous, wondering what the hell that meant.
They both got up and wiggled their asses out of my office. I stared for several minutes at the empty spot in my doorway where their asses were last seen. I was embarrassed that my dick even got a bit hard. They were very hot girls.
For a couple of days, I went through a lot of training on the office procedures, the computer systems, etc. so that when I was finally allowed to handle a customer, I would have at least some idea as to what I was doing.
At the end of the third day, Mamma called me over to her desk. She told me to drop my pants. I laughed and started to turn toward the door to go home. She caught my arm and twisted. It hurt.
I said, “Ow! That hurt!”
She ignored that, and said, “Drop your motherfucking pants. I won't tell you again.”
I was startled, but undid my belt and zipped down, then dropped my pants to my knees. She looked at my white briefs.
She laughed, and said “Not much there, is there? Tomorrow comes in wearing pink panties. It's a job requirement.”
I laughed and went home.
That evening, I told Abby what happened. She laughed, saying, “Wow, that is such a weird place to work. I've never heard of something like that. Mamma was obviously joking, though.”
The next morning, I arrived at work before Mamma did. She came in several minutes after and called me over to her desk.
“Drop your pants, sweetie,” she said.
When I did so, she looked at my white briefs and tisked. She grabbed me by my dick through the fabric of my underpants and pulled me into Darrell's office. It was hard for me to walk with my pants down to my knees, but she kept pulling hard on my dick and I had no choice. It really hurt.
Darrell was at his desk, watching. Mamma sat in a chair and pulled my briefs all the way down, ******** my dick and my ass, then pulled me over her knees. Darrell started laughing when she spanked my naked ass as hard as she could. It stung badly, and it brought tears to my eyes. I knew my ass was turning bright red, as both of my naked cheeks got sore. Tears were flowing from my eyes. My ass was really stinging. I had never been spanked that hard even when a little kid.
Finally, Mamma let me up and told me to take my briefs off entirely. I pulled my pants off, slipped out of my underpants, and stood there, my whole bottom naked, my dick fully *******, right in front of Mamma and Darrell. Mamma grabbed a hold of my balls and squeezed. Tears continued to roll down my cheeks as I squirmed. Not only was it embarrassing to stand there with no pants and my dick ******* and my ass red, but a large black woman as old as my own mom had my nuts locked into her tight grip.
Mamma released my balls yanked my dick, and told me, “Okay, put your pants back on, but leave your ridiculous underwear off. Tomorrow, you will come in wearing pink panties as I told you.”
Then she yanked my dick hard again and threw my white briefs into the trash.
I said, “Yes, Mamma.”
I turned to leave Darrell's office, but he stopped me and told me to bring in photos of my wife.
He said, “And make sure they are totally nude. Include some spread-leg ones. I want to see all of her: her tits, her ass, and her cunt. Got it?”
I nodded, and said, “Yes, Sir.” But I was really thinking that this would be my last day working for this agency. I simply did not know how I would explain this to Abby.
I went back to my office, very embarrassed, and very worried. It hurt to sit, so I stood at my desk, going over some office procedures, but mostly thinking about how I would bring this all up with Abby.
Candy came in, smiling. She said, “I heard Mamma spanking you. What did you do?”
I told her about the pink panties requirement, my face turning as red as my ass. I also blurted out that Darrell also instructed me to bring in some naked photos of my wife.
Candy giggled, and said, “Better do what he told you to do. And if you think you can get by with not coming in, or quitting, forget it. He knows how to handle that. Just do it.”
End of PART 2
