Collapsing in my chair at my desk, I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, my anxiety at a new high.

The intercom came on, "Ms. Peck, DA Smith is here to see you."

My eyes went wide again as I quickly grabbed my purse. I replied, "Please tell him I need a couple of minutes to finish with an issue."

"Of course, Ms. Peck," she agreed.

I went to my private bathroom and tried to make myself respectable as I shifted from submissive slut to professional lawyer…although knowing what I now knew…I would play sexy professional lawyer in an attempt to have him consider me as his replacement.

As I added a fresh coat of lipstick, I wondered, ‘would Bradley be okay with me sleeping my way to the DA’s job?’ Considering he had fucked his sister without my knowledge, I figured I owed him one.

I finished freshening up, confident I had both the professional and physical attributes to get the job.

Deciding that being a part of the Order of Syndom should also enhance my professional life, I went to my desk ready to use my sexy wiles to show DA Smith I was the perfect candidate for the job.

Just then I got a text from Dad:

Baby Slut,
Meet the family at McGavin’s at six.
An outfit for the evening will be dropped off at your office this afternoon.
Master Daddy

My cunt tingled as I read the text and the promise of tonight. Would my two brothers be there? Grandpa? Uncles and aunties? Was tonight going to be an incest orgy with me as the center piece?

Horny again, I put my phone away, unbuttoned two buttons on my blouse, creating a valley of flesh to tease, pushed a piece of paper off my desk and pressed the intercom button, "Please let DA Smith in."

Tonight was a few hours away, right now I had to focus on the task at hand….convincing DA Smith I was the right woman for the job.

He walked in and I stood up and walked over to him. I offered my hand and my dazzling smile, "It’s great to see you, sir."

"You too, Ms. Peck," he smiled, looking directly down at my ample cleavage I had created just for him, before adding, "It won’t be Ms. Peck for much longer, though."

"Oh, I plan on keeping my maiden name," I pointed out, although I wasn’t sure that was true after all that had transpired…did I even have a say in such matters anymore?

"Good for you," he nodded.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, walking towards my desk, stopping at the corner of my desk to bend down and pick up the piece of paper I had dropped earlier, allowing him to get a good long look at my firm ass.

"Um, well, I," he struggled, obviously distracted by my curves.

Standing back up, I asked, smiling, "You okay?"

"Y-y-yes," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "Just need to talk to you quickly about something."

"Sure, what about?" I asked, turning around and leaning on my desk, allowing him a great view of my nylon-clad legs.

He sat down and slyly adjusted himself before he continued, "Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course."

"I am running for governor."

"That is great," I smiled warmly, bending down to give him a congratulatory hug and a lengthy view of my breasts. Standing back up, I added, "You are the perfect candidate."

"Thank you," he nodded, his face clearly showing surprise at my rather uncharacteristic warmth. "The reason I am here is, if I win, there would obviously be an opening for a district attorney and Mr. Pickerton recommended you."

"He did," I replied, moving back to my desk and sitting down. "That was awful big of him."

"And I agree, you would be a great possible candidate," he continued, continuing to look at my breasts more than my eyes.

"Thank you, sir," I said, noticing he used the word ‘possible’.

"Oh please, call me Bill."

"Only if you call me Brittany," I smiled back.

"So, are you interested?" he asked.

"Of course," I nodded, before adding, my tone not dripping with flirtation but enough, I hoped, to make my point, "I would do anything to get that job."

"Well, I don’t think there is anyone more qualified than you," he complimented.

"Thank you," I smiled, before adding, "but I have seen many men less qualified than me get positions I should have gotten."

Bill shook his head. "At the District Attorney’s office you are judged on your ability and not your sex."

I smiled and leaned forward, allowing my breasts to practically fall out of my blouse, "Can’t it be both?"

Bill’s eyes went wide as he stared at my cleavage utterly speechless.

I stood up and moved back around my desk as I explained, "I know how the game works Bill. The system is one massive boy’s club. That said, I have something to offer that none of the boys in the club can offer."

With that, I dropped to my knees and put my hand on his very hard cock.

After a moment of shock at my aggressive approach, he quickly took control, smiling confidently. "So, you are willing to do whatever it takes?"

I squeezed his cock firmly, "I am a hundred percent team player."

"Is that so?" he asked.

"Although for a full hundred percent participation I need to be more than just a ‘possible’ candidate," I continued, fishing his cock out of his pants.

"I usually do a thorough interview before I ever hire someone," He countered.

"Let’s do some oral dictation first," I quipped and devoured his six inch cock.

"Oooooh," he groaned, probably quite surprised that someone he had gone head-to-head with on many occasions was now giving him head.

I bobbed on his cock hungrily, easily deep-throating him, for a couple of minutes, before taking his cock out of my mouth and asking, "What is the next part of the interview?"

"A complete physical," he smiled. "Got to make sure you are healthy and able to work the long gruelling hours that the job entails."

I stood up and asked coyly, "Should I get out of this skirt?"

"I want to see those tits you are always flaunting first," he ordered, no longer surprised by the shift in context.

"You mean these?" I asked coyly, cupping my breasts.

He stood up, and demanded, "I don’t have a lot of time to flirt, Brittany. Show me your tits now."

I obeyed, taking off my blouse, willing to do anything for him to give me my dream job.

"Bra too," he ordered.

I again obeyed.

"Very nice," he approved, cupping my breasts.

"I’m happy you approve," I smiled.

"Usually, I would do a very through interview, but I think I will get right to the final question," he said, as he turned me around, pushed me over my desk and tugged down my skirt. "No panties and thigh highs," he said his tone implying he was surprised and impressed.

I replied, "I dress as a professional on the outside and a slut underneath."

"Well done," he approved, "the only question left is do you allow access to all three of your holes?"

"I like to think I’m a fuck two holes and get the third for free kind of girl," I quipped trying to be witty.

He pulled his pants down and said, "I hope to test out all your holes, Brittany, but I have time constraints at the moment."

"I see," I pouted, "well, I guess this will just have to be a test drive for now and you can do a more thorough test when you have time."

His hands went to my hips and I felt his cock between my ass cheeks, "I will definitely take you up on that offer, Brittany."

"I hope you doooo," I moaned, as his cock slowly slid into my ass.

"Fuck, so tight," he groaned, as he slowly slid deeper into my back door.

As he started slowly fucking my ass, he said, "I’m a little surprised by your enthusiasm."

I moaned, "I’m a lot more than meets the eye."

He continued slowly fucking me until I demanded, "Come on stud, don’t make love to my ass, pound it."

"Shit, Brittany, you really are a wild one," he chuckled, as he obliged my request, beginning to slam into my ass. His cock much smaller than Mr., Pickerton’s, I easily took it all.

A couple more minutes and he warned, "I’m going to come soon, my little ass slut."

Wanting to taste his cum, I moaned, "I want it down my throat."

"As you wish," he agreed, moving back.

I quickly dropped to my knees and devoured his cock. After a couple quick bobs, he grabbed my head and began fucking my face, his balls bouncing off my chin. Soon he grunted, "Here it comes, my slut," and he deposited his load down my throat.

After the majority of his load slid down my throat, he slowed down and let go of my head. Pulling out a moment later, he smiled, "If I win, you win."

"Either way, you win," I smiled back, licking the head of his cock.

He chuckled, pulling up his pants, "Touché."

Once he was gone, I went back to my desk, and tried to work. Yet, the knowledge that tonight I was supposed to be the centerpiece of a family orgy began to dominate my thoughts.

Looking at the clock, I sighed, it was going to be a long next few hours.

The end for now…


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