Jennifer popped into the condo she shared with her best friend and roomie Juliette, met J’s arched eyebrow with a million-watt smile and they said at the same time, “What up, J?”

“I got an interview!” Juliette smiled back, and then ran up to high five the little Asian girl.

“Alright! Which companies?” Jennifer’s smile dimmed a bit.

“Just one, but seriously, that is HUGE. You have no idea how hard it is out there for…” Jennifer trailed off.

“People that don’t get to work for their daddy?” The tan, blonde and very smartly dressed girl was only kidding, but Jennifer was still worried she had upset her.

“No no – that’s not what I meant. Oh, you know what I mean. You have a job with your dad because you got IT, whatever IT is.” They both shared a smile at an oft-repeated phrase. “If you had been at the job fair you would have been amazed – like a ten to one ratio of newly minted BA holders to jobs. But this is HUGE though, seriously. I got an interview with HumanSoft, Inc.”

“I have heard of them I guess…software? I didn’t think software was hiring.”

“They do a lot actually, systems, software, R&D for the government, but they are hiring a few people, and the entry position I would get – might get – would be $50k!”

“Damn! I am quitting the oil biz tomorrow! Oh wait, I make almost that and I don’t have to do jack but look good. And damn I do look good.”

She did. J – Juliette – was absolutely stunning. Soft blond hair that fell mostly straight, but with enough body to move and seem lush on her, heart shaped face, perfect complexion – and she had one of those almost unnatural bodies that women dreamed of and Barbies held patent on. She had full, almost but not quite heavy breasts, a wasp waist and nice hips, woman hips, but not full hips. Most curiously, she had the slightest, most slight crossing of eyes. You had to really look at her to notice it – Jennifer had never had the guts to ask about why she hadn’t fixed it – but in a weird way the tiny imperfection made her even more fetching. Men truly dug J – sometimes to the point they didn’t pay attention to Jennifer when the two were together.

Jennifer was also very pretty. Petite, with long dark hair, silky and black like midnight rain, and a lovely, tight little body to match her lovely face. But as pretty as she was, J was “what men want,” at least the typical man raised on TV women.

Jennifer never begrudged her friend the attention. She knew it was common for pretty girls to befriend or be around lesser women – an old and sordid trick – but she was lesser only in the width of her appeal – every man’s eye was instinctively drawn to J’s proud bosom – there were still many discriminating men who dug on her. And truth be told, she did not have the, well, appetite that J had. Jennifer was not a prude, but she was still a product of an intensely conservative family, still not one to toss her favors around – her body followed her heart and then only slowly. J had the cheerful carnal spirit of a maenad – she consumed men like some women ate chips, and with the same general spirit. She liked them, didn’t find them satisfying, and thought they went better with beer. That at times was the only friction in their relationship – Jennifer wasn’t much in the roaming line, and on occasion she felt like a stick in the mud.

“No doubt if you left the oil business would be rocked to its very foundations. Best you stay where you are.” She plopped down on the cream sofa, still very high in spirits, still bursting to share her good news. “It is just so, like, me. They take people seriously, I mean that is why they have the name they do, it is like they get they can only be as good as their employees and so they emphasize that. Great pay, benefits, sounds like I would be treated as well, a human being. The recruiter, Mrs. McCully, she was super nice by the way, told me their three kind of unofficial mottos or sayings.

-Take care of the company, and the company takes care of you.

-No one ever lost money spending on employee training.

-If an employee is not fired up about their job, something’s wrong

I mean, that just seems to fit what I expect from a good company. Like the old social contract. Anyway, I am just P-U-M-P PUMPED about this.”

J gave Jennifer a truly winning smile – like the best examples of her class she was as genuinely happy for another’s good fortune as she was for her own.

“We need to celebrate – we need to pah-tay and get down.”

For once, Jennifer didn’t mind the standard response to almost anything remotely positive – “pah-taying.” This was a big deal.

Houston provides much in the way of sophisticated debauchery – tony martini bars had sprouted in great profusion in the 90s, and most were still there.

It was in the fourth (fifth?) bar, The Czar Bar on Prairie, that they bumped into Jeremy and Joey. “J n J n J n J,” “J to the 4th powah,” – jokes and japes flowed as freely as the appletinis and it was an unsteady, unusually unsteady Jennifer that found herself at Jeremy’s (also Joey’s) stock lad-mag pad. A predictable scene – one more drink – couples separating – Juliette as always in control, even when out of control looking wryly at her friend loosening up. Jennifer was as drunk as she had ever been – didn’t object when in his room Jeremy slid his fingers in her panties, found her wet and excited. He was shirtless now, a young, very hard and developed body – head shaved and a short goatee beard and oh such nice shoulders and chest. She held on to him when he fingered her, didn’t object when he laid her down and stripped her, pulled her legs around him with complete inhibition, and had all the reason in the world to feel sordid in the morning.

It was a morning marked by a strange bed, an awkward, diffident bedmate, and a thundering, forehead splitting ache behind her eyes. That and a mouth that felt like someone had shat in it overnight made Jennifer as miserable as she had felt in some time.

Stiff morning formalities – breakfast offered and refused – numbers exchanged and protestations to call (understood by all to be false) done, and she and J lurched out to the harsh, unforgiving, eyeball grating Texas sun.

Jennifer had a whole day to feel a little cheap, a frowsty, crapulous day to be sure, one in which she did not feel even remotely human until the sun had gone down again – a day marked by repeated internal promises to never ever go whoring with J again – never to drink like that, never to wake up like a tramp in a strange bed again. No word or discord passed between the two, but something of Jennifer’s internal dialogue, her renewed primness, communicated itself to J. Juliette didn’t mind – it almost made her want to bring a boy home just for funs, but she did wish her friend was not quite such a prude. Juliette loved her roomie – thought she was as sweet and as true a friend as anyone could ask for – genuinely admired her virtues and morals – but might not one be virtuous and still indulge the flesh on occasion?

The evening went better though, as Jennifer prepared for her interview on Monday. With J’s help she thought she had found the perfect mix between serious business attire and feminine adornment. Starched white blouse, pinstripe suit jacket with matching skirt (Ralph Lauren) – long enough to be serious while still showing enough leg to be pretty. Flats or heels? Heels or flats? Finally, lowest pumps – flats for work after she was hired, pumps for today’s interview. She assumed her interviewer would be a man – was sure, although not exactly sure why.

She was right though – her interviewer the next day was a good looking man, late 20’s early thirties, blue suit and red power tie on, Joey Prather but please call him Joey.

The went over her resume, talked about her goals, perceived strengths and weaknesses, and gradually Joey began to wax somewhat rhapsodic about the joys of working at HumanSoft, Inc. The camaraderie, the intensity of purpose – the close relationship between the “management-workforce team” – HumanSoft’s belief that employees needed to be supported by the firm to reach their full potential, etc. She found what he said fascinating, exciting, not for its content, but for it implication – that she too might soon be part of that happy and well paid team.

“Jennifer, we have one last thing to go over, a training program that helps us gauge intellectual flexibility. We value the results highly,” he said with a significant glance across his body to her – she perked up in complete attention – would be intellectual flexibility itself.

As he led her into “Training Room C” she was introduced to “Annie,” the training tech for Room C – a short, very busty blonde girl who made quite a spectacle of herself. Without saying anything direct, she so obviously fawned over Mr. Prather – petted and cosseted him – was so glad to see him – what did he think about the weather they had been having? – while attempting to jut her rack out as far as humanly possible. A contemptible display in Jennifer’s eyes – she noticed he took it in stride with an amused air – seemed in fact to take some amount of pleasure in pretending to be blind to her abject flirting – but that was mercifully cut short by the training program. “Just remember Jennifer – the whole point is to be open minded – keep your mind open and you will pass this with flying colors I am sure. I will be back in about an hour to pick you up.”

Her mind would be a by-God sieve if that was what was necessary – do almost anything to get a job as plum as this. Within moments – mind as open as she could make it by force of will – Jennifer was seated before an LCD screen, headphones on, tapping her name into the keyboard, praying that Annie would not lean her great honking bosom on her arm one more time while trying to explain the program, which was really quite silly, answering some questions, clicking on the screen, a strange buzzing in the background over the audio…

She was amazed to see Mr. Prather – had it been an hour really? It had seemed like only a few minutes, but there he was, beaming at her and congratulating her for doing so well – Annie was bobbing her head in ridiculous agreement – a surreal, zaftig bobble head doll grinning to beat the band. But Jennifer found she was grinning as well, she was so happy Mr. Prather was pleased with her! “Just a quick question Jennifer. I wanted to ask you about professionalism. How would you feel about dating a manager here at HumanSoft, Inc? Me for example?” As fast as her joy had come it departed. She was intensely conscious of that ditz Annie next to her watching this exchange. A massive, multipart equation balanced in her head for a moment – desire for the job against personal mores and dignity – all calculated and resolved in the merest flash of time as she heard herself say,

“I would never do something like that. It would be highly unprofessional.” She had meant her words to be neutral – to tell the truth and no more – but her contempt for the question (and questioner) spilled out. His face showed it – stung as any man would have been – a false smile still plastered on his face as he said.

“I am glad to hear that – the right answer no doubt. Now, how would you feel about cleaning my cock? Getting all the filthy dirt in my balls out?”

Cock-cleaning? Of course – that was her new job! How could she have forgotten? She was a cock cleaner – she was a dedicated professional who had an almost fanatical stake in cleaning men’s cocks – coaxing out the nasty man-dirt in their balls, and she would do ANYTHING to clean them.

“Oh sir! I would be honored to clean your cock – please tell me how you like to have it cleaned best. Thank you sir, thank you for allowing me to-“ He cut her off with an abrupt,

“In the ass. I find that a girl’s tight, un-lubed asshole is the thing that drives me over the edge, makes my cock super-hard and straight, and if the girl really puts her heart into it she can almost always empty my balls into her ass.” She was almost shaking in excitement, thrilled that Mr. Prather would think her butt was a good place to clean his cock. It sounded painful, but that was nothing. She needed to clean his cock – was feeling anxious already at the idea of all that man-dirt in his balls. She needed to get him to spray in her ass. Then the dirt would be in her ass – not his cock – his cock would be clean and she would have done a good job.

In no time she was on her knees in front of him, a ridiculous grin on her face as she saw his pants tented, his cock already straining, tenting the crotch of his suit. She pulled back the material covering his fly, pulled down the zipper, fished out his rock hard cock. As she put her tiny hand around his meat she grinned even more broadly – not that there was anything other than strict professionalism there. Limp cocks couldn’t be cleaned – you needed to get ‘em straight and hard for cleaning, and this one was like iron rebar.

Jennifer gently lowered his trousers, then went back to that delicious, that is to say, properly erect cock, and cupping his balls gently, brought her face down close to it. Eyes closed she took him into her mouth. She heard a slight

“Oh,” of clinical interest from Annie.

Jennifer knew that this looked like cock-sucking – an uninformed person who saw her jacking Mr. Prather’s cock into her warm, wet “O” of a mouth, saw the infinite tenderness with which she fondled his balls, might have thought she was giving a blow job. That was just the appearance though – Jennifer knew there was dirt – filth – in his balls, and she needed to get it out of him, and making sure his cock was hard and straight was the only way to do it right.

“It’s time for you to get me off in that smart-ass of yours Jennifer.” She pulled back, almost reluctantly, from his cock – a thin trail of drool went from his red cockhead to her red lips. Annie was gazing at them both with rapt attention – she was nowhere near as annoying now – the thought flew through Jennifer’s mind that a lot of men must use Annie’s big soft tits for cleaning, and that made her smile again. Jennifer stood in front of her new boss, and undid her skirt, carefully folding it over the chair, and there was Annie kneeling next to her, helping her by gently tugging down her cotton panties. For a moment Jennifer felt anxiety – these were not the kind of panties a professional woman of taste should wear. They were old, comfy cotton ones. She should be wearing cock hardening hot panties. No matter, Annie had tugged them off for her, and Jennifer would make sure from now on only the best clothes, suitable for a cock-cleaner, would adorn her body. With conscious grace Jennifer turned around, and bent low over the table she had done her training at, legs spread, and then two well manicured, red tipped fingers reached back to spread her own asscheeks. She knew she needed to keep his cock in the proper position for cleaning – had to keep him excited.

“Please sir, Mr. Prather, please stick that big stiff prick of yours in my asshole. I – I need it so bad back there. I don’t want it in my pussy, oh sir I want it in my ass, tight back there for you to really nail.” Not words she word ordinarily uttered, but she knew intuitively that she had to say the right kind of things to really help coax all that dirt – oh the delicious man dirt – from his balls. Hurry up she thought, put it in me and make me a cock cleaner.

There it was, a bulbous head pressing against her rectum, and as she felt Mr. Prather run his hands over his sides, sliding under her chest to squeeze her tits, she knew the other set of hands at work back there, steering him into her, must be Annie. A wave of gratitude and fellow feeling flowed out from Jennifer – what a thoughtful thing for Annie to do. She must really want Mr. Prather’s cock clean too.

With Annie helping guide him in, and Jennifer yanking her butt cheeks as wide as possible, he slowly and inexorably pushed her tight anus open, forcing that blunt head between into her most intimate, private place. He was big, she was small, un-lubed, and he wasn’t pausing to give her a chance to get used to him back there – he was pushing in to get himself as far into her ass as he could.

She loved it. It was painful, but the satisfaction of being a good cock cleaner, of opening herself like that was incredible. She realized it was her voice making those animal grunts – God he was huge inside her, she felt so, so stretched out over him, like a glove over a fat hand that stretched her to capacity. She was being tickled back there too – Annie was kneeling next to them, rubbing what little of his cock still stuck out, gently fondling and massaging his balls, trying to coax that dirty cream out of him. Annie was so good – Jennifer was so filled now with that huge hunk of meat in her butt that she couldn’t speak, just pant while the strangest sensation went crawling through her groin – but Annie was back there jerking him off into her butt and talking nasty, telling him to blow his load in the little Asian girl’s hot ass, that she wanted it, see how she was pushing back to get more cock in her?

“Come on Mr. Prather, cum in her ass, she needs it, we both need to see you get off in a pretty girl’s butt. Oh you are such a stud-“ And he was coming in her, laying across her back, crushing her with his weight as he came, jerking and grunting into her sore but grateful ass. Annie was still back there playing him, making sure to milk out every bit of man-dirt. Jennifer smiled, savoring the moment. Her first cock. She had cleaned her first cock, and strong feelings of loyalty and gratitude awoke in her. She was dimly aware that her groin and belly had spasmed as he came into her, feeling almost like an orgasm from sex – but more important was the wonderful feeling of being a good cock cleaner. HumanSoft management were so good, should always be respected and deferred to – cleaning their cocks was an incredible, emotionally satisfying experience. She realized something very important: cleaning a clients cock was wonderful, but cleaning the cock of one of her managers was better because it made her a better employee, made her a more loyal, willing member of the team. She would do anything for her managers, she thought dreamily.

Eventually Mr. Prather caught his breath, and pulled off her. Jennifer lay there a few more moments, still savoring the feeling – she had been a good cock cleaner! – but what was she thinking? There might be more dirt there! She need not have worried. Jennifer turned around to see Annie thoughtfully licking Mr. Prather’s dick, making sure there was no man-dirt soiling him – she seemed to truly be glad to do it. A few moments later the two girls were pulling his pants up, making sure his shirt was tucked in, belt buckled – they smiled in fellowship at each other.

“Well girls, that was great. Did you enjoy that Jennifer? Any objections to me using your ass whenever I feel like it?” Was he kidding?

“Oh yes sir, I mean yes sir I loved it and no sir no objections, I mean anytime you need a cock cleaning please use my ass. I am truly happy, proud, to do my job.” She was proud – her face felt like it would split she was grinning so broadly.

“Hmm, we need to get hot on your orientation – you need to be put on a shift and cleaning cocks tomorrow Jennifer. Annie, you don’t have anymore testing for the rest of the day, do you?”

She looked at him expectantly.

“No sir.”

“Great. You can suck your own tits, can’t you?” She smiled at him.

“Yes sir. A lot of men find it helps them to get in the proper position for cleaning – I do it a lot!”

“I bet you do,” Mr. Prather chuckled as over some private joke. “Do me a favor honey – what size dildo do you usually take? I mean when cock cleaning.”

“I feel full with a #6 cup-base sir.” Her face was curiously flushed, thought Jennifer – but discussing a dildo in this context wasn’t embarrassing – sure they could be used sexually, but here they would just be a tool of the trade.

“Ok, go to the equipment cage and get a number #8 cup-base, sit on it and suck your tits until I get back in an hour or so – I should be ready for a cock cleaning by then.” Annie’s face looked hesitant – she obviously thought for some time before saying,

“Sir, that will hurt me, I really fit-“

“Annie – don’t you realize how full of dirt my balls are? I need something really – motivating – to get me in proper cock cleaning position. Don’t you even care about cleaning my cock? Do you want me to go home with my cock still dirty?”

The look an Annie’s face was eloquent – shame and a desire to make amends written quite clearly – she fairly flew out of the room. Jennifer was sure that she would manage to fit all the #8 in, thinking of cleaning her manager’s cock. She certainly would have.