THE JOB 13 – Sir 2 – dream job.

…………………………..still in Sir’s living room.

“I would like to hire you as the main attraction at one of my parties.

I rarely give them, which is why they are all the more popular and sought-after. They are sex parties, and even if someone once called them orgies, they are not.

My parties follow very specific rules, and the guests are carefully ***********ed by me. Only people who always follow the rules without reservation are invited to a party like the one I want to hire you for.

There are only 3 hard and fast rules: no drugs, no skin damage of any form whatsoever, and immediate reaction to my orders.

Every party can have a thousand more little things to follow, but that is of secondary importance now. Are you basically interested before I get to the attractive details?”

“Yes,” I say only because I am very curious about the attractive details.

“You’ll receive this amount for successfully attending the party.” He tells me an amount, and I’m happy to be sitting already so I don’t fall over in astonishment. It’s a fortune.

“It’s a large sum, and I’d like to ask you to keep it for yourself. But the height of the ledge has a reason that only you and I will know.”

“You will wear a face mask the entire time. You won’t be able to see anything, and the guests will only be able to take away the memory of your body after the party. There will be no filming and no photography. The experience is unique.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“Yes, I can see that.”

He’s right.

Just the idea of being fucked by strangers without even knowing if I’ll meet them at church the next day turns me on beyond belief.

The idea that I only know their voices, but they know my whole body is hot.

Having cocks in my mouth whose owners I would never recognize even though I know the taste of their cum is more appealing than being fucked by a dog.

“Don’t get me wrong. You’ll be the toy at the party, not an invited guest.

You’ll be fucked by whoever wants to and however they want.

And they will all want it.

They will use you for their entertainment, and the only thing you have to do is obey.

The good Simon always treats you like a princess.

At the party, you’ll be a paid whore or, more likely, a will-less slave.

You will have to endure everything that is done to you.

Will it be painful?